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I fat-accepted myself so hard, I became a jock – part 1: walking.
As I write this, I’ve just come back from a nice little bike ride around my neighbourhood. I got sweaty, went fast, climbed a few little hills, descended a few little hills, waited my turn at traffic lights and 4-way stops (you’re welcome), and nearly got hit by two different drivers who were each doing…
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The unbearable vulnerability of eating enough.
If I were to pull a theme out of all the conversations I had about food and eating this summer, it would be black-and-white thinking. By that I mean, thinking in all-or-nothing terms, swinging between two extremes, and never pausing to consider the middle ground. In fact, actively resisting the middle ground. There is so…
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Why I write so much about immortality, significance, and injustice.
In the past couple of years, I’ve been more active on Twitter than here. But I miss being here. I want to round up my notes and do a little explaining. What follows are links to threads that seem relevant: Where I linked Terror Management Theory to diet culture (more) explicitly (than before.) This was…
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The desert island.
I’m conscious when I go out in public that my very presence is a tiny act of rebellion. It’s a kind of rebellion that I find totally ridiculous – the idea that just existing in front of other people is transgressive is…I don’t even know how else to put it. It’s mind-bendingly, surreally, ludicrously ridiculous.…
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Diet culture and immortality.
I know it’s been quiet (TOO quiet) around here lately. What can I say? I’ve been working my face off. I did write something for The Atlantic, though, after a good long period of grumpy hermiting. Here’s a good chunk, in case you want a sample before committing to a click: The act of ingestion…
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