“The last thing we want while walking down the street is to be shamed for our breakfast choices.”
You should reread that sentence. And then again. And maybe one more time. Take it in. Think about it. Mull it over in your head. Are you as dumbfounded as I? This can’t be a serious sentence, written seriously for a serious website.
But it is. It sits as the first sentence of this article on the Huffington Post.
My first reaction was thinking there are literally thousands of things that would be further on the list of “things I don’t want while walking down the street.”
I wouldn’t want to be mugged. I wouldn’t want a random stranger to slap me across the face. I wouldn’t want a steel beam to fall from the sky and smash me.
Hell, I would rather be shamed about my breakfast choice than have a pigeon defecate upon my shoulder.
So why would the author use such a strange line? Well I’m guessing it’s because something has to make the topic of the article seem serious and making people think that feeling bad about your breakfast is worse than, I don’t know, getting killed in an explosion like those unfortunate victims in Boston, is the only way to do that.
So what is the topic of the article? Well it’s this tweet about a sign.
Yes, this sign showing the difference in calories between two meals with the phrase “Summer’s coming…just sayin!”
I tried to be offended by the sign. I really did. I remembered staying at a hotel one time and devouring bowlfuls of biscuits slathered in fattening gravy, no doubt eating upwards of 2000 calories. I remembered eating that horrible, horrible bacon one time for breakfast. But try as I may, the sign has no effect on me other than knowledge dropping.
Any offensiveness of this sign stems from a personal insecurity, not from the sign itself. The fact that anyone can think the company “wanted to be associated with disordered eating” by putting this up is empty fury. It’s giving the option between two different meals for breakfast, one of them obviously being more desirable for one trying to lose weight for the summer. It’s not telling customers to starve themselves because they seriously look like a walking blueberry muffin in those skinny jeans and polka dot shirt.
I don’t know, maybe I’m just more concerned with things that actually matter.