In the interest of keeping it real, I ate an irresponsible amount of ice cream while drafting this.
The press loves obesity and anorexia. Is there anything more perversely fascinating than how other people look, what they eat to make themselves look that way, and how it screws up their lives?
As with everything, it's funny until you have kids. Especially girls (Reb. Mary, your day is coming, DV).
1. We all know overweight kids are miserable. We play outside and don't buy Twinkies, but we never use the f-word because
2. we don't want our daughters to hate themselves and stop eating,
3. and although it doesn't seem like a good idea to tell our kids how beautiful they are all the time,
4. what happens when evil people tell them otherwise (whether directly and personally, or via Disney Princesses)?