Jag har ett par ganska enkla, korta inlägg på kö nu! Tänka sig! Det var inte igår. Den här lämnar jag mestadels utan kommentar, för det här är något jag funderar över en del. Från det här inlägget hos Gluten-Free Girl and the Chef, en blogg jag läser helt och hållet för recepten, men som ibland säger lite mer än bara vad hon har ätit till middag och hur man kan laga det själv. Som till exempel det här:
Both those meals were right in the moment: the fresh-caught salmon, sea-salt-brined, and served with just-picked peas, as well as the peanut butter and jelly sandwich made first thing in the morning to gulp down a cup of coffee. Honestly, they were both great.
Here’s the sad part: someone, somewhere will be offended by both of these meals I ate.
I might get a letter from a vegan, angry that I’m eating animal products. I seem to get an email a day right now from someone who’s on the Paleo diet, urging me to go grain-free because it has worked so well for him or her. Someone else will spot a bit of cream in that sauce in the dish on the top and go on a tirade about the evils of dairy. I’m certain there’s someone fuming that I’m drinking a cup of coffee instead of herbal tea.
And this isn’t about me. This is everywhere. Go on Twitter and watch strangers attack each other for their dietary choices. (Are you really eating bacon? How can you not be bored to death if you’re eating primal?) There are the snarky commenters, who have nothing kind to say, and the well-meaning, who mistake their own zealous passion for your need to change. Everyone, it seems, has something to say about the way you are eating.
When did we start this? When did people start believing it was perfectly fitting to make judgments about other people’s diets?
I used to do this too, a bit. And then I started writing a food website, and I realized what a panoply of forces make up every bite of food we choose. Mostly, I grew up.
Gillar särskilt sista meningen där. Och nej, det här har inget med fat acceptance att göra. Inget alls. Men det tål att tänka på.
