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October 16, 2008
One of our esteemed members writing in, appropriately in our barbecue treatise, asked when we were getting around to gluttony.
Who am I to deny an apparent glutton for punishment what he wants?
Gluttony is one of the original 7 Deadly Sins and the 4th we have attempted to make sense of at the Eye. It is, perhaps, the most confusing of the lot, since no sin has changed as much over the years.
From the Latin "gluttire," meaning to gulp down or swallow, gluttony started off as over-indulgence of food, drink, or intoxicants to the point of waste. Simple, enough.
Thomas Aquinas made it almost impossible to avoid sinning, arguing that the mere anticipation of a feast is enough. So, by those standards, even thinking about a Veal Cordon Bleu with prosciutto and Gruyere cheese, bathed in cream sauce, would be sufficient to get you into confession.
(Jimmy Carter’s “Lust in my heart” would not have slipped past Aquinas.)
"Gluttons,"and the world was filled with them, had to wait about 600 years to finally catch a break. When St. Alphonsus Liguori, in the mid 1850s took a more liberal stance, saying, while it's okay to think about food in pleasurable terms, it is a defect to eat, like beasts, for the sole motive of sensual gratification.
This would probably make Joey Chestnut eating 45 pizza slices in 10 minutes and slicing 20 minutes off the world record, perfectly acceptable.
In "An Alphabet for Gourmets" M. F. K. Fisher speaks of gluttony in almost heroic terms:
“I cannot believe that there exists a single coherent human being who will not confess, at least to himself, that once or twice he has stuffed himself to the bursting point for no other reason than the beastlike satisfaction of the belly. In fact I pity anyone who has not permitted himself this sensual experience, if only to determine what his private limitations are, and where, for himself alone, gourmandism ends and gluttony begins.”
The French seem to be in full agreement.
According to Le Journal du Dimanche members of the Association for the Gourmand have been asking Pope Benedict XVI to remove gluttony as a deadly sin. The problem, it turns out, is semantics. Gourmandise is also the French word for the Catholic Church's gluttony sin.
So if we adopt the French view, gluttony no longer means eating to excess, it can mean, "Please pass the salmon mousse."
Francine Prose, (I assume her real name) whose short tome on Gluttony has gotten rave reviews, weighs in:
“The biggest sin may only be when gluttony becomes an affront to prevailing standards of beauty and health. And the wages of sin now involve a version of hell on earth: the pity, contempt, and distaste of one’s fellow mortals."
Paul Campos says we fellow mortals have all been sold a bill of goods.
In the "Obesity Myth, Why America's Obsession is Hazardous to your Health," He says, "We're willing to buy into the notion of a national fat emergency because the medical profession and the media feed us misleading information about the connections between weight and health risks."
Clearly, we have a lot to chew on.
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As I was raised Catholic and educated in parochial schools for twelve years, I am all too familia...
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What's your "downfall"?
26% 13% 0% 10% 45% 6%
Well, I'm eating for two, so...
I will stand in line with Jimmy Buffett on THIS one: 'CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISE', please, with EXTRA EVERYTHING! I INHERITED genetic THINNESS, so I have remained the SAME size (6) since my late TEENS. With my naturally energetic somewhat-hyper-metabolism, and drink-of-choice being lots and lots of green tea (touted as a weight LOSS aid, but not why I drink it continually), I often HAVE to DELIBERATELY GOURGE just to avoid DROPPING WEIGHT. I have to 'suffer' huge dishes of ice cream or a whole pizza to MAINTAIN weight. HOWEVER, it is MISLEADING that people describe me as 'physically fit' simply BECAUSE I APPEAR svelte. I would really be AFRAID, at age 52 now, to KNOW my cholesterol, and I STILL lose TONE to my slender body if I don't walk, dance, climb, move around, and/or exercise outright, enough. Last but for ME not LEAST, I ENVY women with more fat on their frame, as fat on a female frame is what GIVES the woman her ROUNDED, CURVY, feminine attributes AND CLEAVAGE! I have ALWAYS WANTED CLEAVAGE!!! I SWEAR if I EVER could AFFORD IT I absolutely WOULD get a breast job!!! Wouldn't hestitate a MOMENT on that. I am, to MY mind, too "BONEY" and ANGULAR, causing people to say I have an "athletic" body type (and I suck at sports). The WORST of it is that I am so TALL (5'9"), THIN (125 - 130 lbs, depending on HOW MUCH pizza, and peanut butter, I can hold), and female. I was naturally a very dark brunette, until August 2007 when I 'went blond' (because IF they had more FUN, like the commercials said, it was WORTH TRYING to ME, as I wasn't having ANY fun and thought even SOME FUN would be an IMPROVEMENT. Blond DID make me appear YOUNGER, too, which MATCHES better with my youthful and vibrant personality type. Also, if I screw something up, now, people actually DO seem to think it is more 'normal'. AND, I SWEAR, more men began OPENING DOORS for me!). When I was tall, thin, female, AND BRUNETTE, sometimes in the Summer guys would holler at me from their car windows saying, "Hey, OLIVE OIL, where's POPEYE?" I HATED that! Even though it is said that MODELS have to be sooooooooooo thin, I have lived my LIFE thin, and perhaps it is because I am NOT BEAUTIFUL in that way, but men have several times literally stepped ON me or OVER me or elbowed PAST ME to GET TO the fairly heavy females. Here, in STEAK COUNTRY, men LIKE their women to have not only cleavage and large BREASTS but a physique very similar to a football players! Every time I see ANY waddling woman over 300 pounds, here, they ALWAYS have a regular-sized, nice-looking husband right beside them. RARELY do men on the street give me the time of day, although when I was a dancer and used that type make-up, style of (un)dress, and certain 'walk', they did notice me, but it was ALSO for the WRONG reason and would have NEVER LED TO ANYTHING real like love, trust, respect, commitment, caring; things I've wanted. Physically, I also get COLD very quickly, as I have no "insulation". Women are sometimes hateful to me JUST BECAUSE they are insecure about their weight and transfer their emotions about themselves onto ME as a (thin) object of CONTRAST. . . . A FUNNY side to it is that, when I WAS dating regularly about a decade ago (only TWO lunch dates with a Potter, this very month, SINCE then; I am TRYING to open myself up again now to trying again to FIND my Mr. Right after a single, celibate DECADE) men ASSUMED from my WEIGHT that I must do what 99% of women seem to have to do to BE my size, which is EAT VERY LITTLE. They'd ask me to lunch, or dinner, and were surprised when I began studying the ENTIRE MENU as they seemed to think I was automatically just going to say to the waiter, "A small side salad, please, and just a glass of water!" NOTHING COULD BE FARTHER FROM THAT! I ordered an appetizer, the main course, dessert, and, if a movie followed, at least 2 candy bars and a large pop! My ex-husband used to say that he needed a raise JUST TO FEED ME! Yet I am this skinny, boney size 6. . . . I in fact need to eat at least a snack every couple to every few hours, as I am such an active person that I need that to maintain my high energy level. With humans, the grass is ALWAYS GREENER, because we can only SEE the GOOD points about our opposites, and we haven't LIVED the BAD points like they have. Heavy wishes to be THINNER; Thin wants to be HEAVIER. Tall wishes to be shorter; curly to be straight; light to be DARKER (think TANNING INDUSTRY, despite the health risks). I 'use' food for comfort and consolation as much as ANY woman signing up for Weight Watchers to kick that emotional dependency; it just doesn't LOOK like it. We ASSUME SO MUCH based solely on what people LOOK LIKE outwardly, that has very little to DO with the TRUTH of WHO THEY ARE within. . . . I have NEVER been interested in 'pretty boys' or 'perfect' physiques!!! I look for intelligent, articulate, REAL, sincere, down-to-earth, simple-pleasures kind of guys: sandwich versus sushi; taco versus liver pate. NO escargot or calimari for THIS palate! Lips that touch FROG LEGS shall never touch MINE! I DO like a nice filet mignon, butterflied and WELL DONE. UMMM. I AM HUNGRY NOW!!! I have to FINISH THIS and go 'raid the icebox' before BED! As a food recommendation, though, just this month I started getting that JIF creamy PEANUT BUTTER & HONEY, and REALLY like it even better than PLAIN PB! I've been trying it on different things--- just got a box of vanilla wafers to try it between, next, with some COLD MILK! It IS hard to gain weight ON MY BUDGET, as well. With the price of groceries, it is getting harder to AFFORD ENOUGH FOOD to GAIN WEIGHT on! Maybe the sheer COST of GROCERIES will slim everyone down!
Candle Light,
As we used to say, YOU SAID A MOUTHFUL. Only, haven't you noticed, in our culture you have to be poor to be fat?
Of course, there ARE people in this country who don't have enough to eat, but I would suggest that as a "social sin" ( as opposed to one of the old fashioned religious ones ) gluttony has become even more unacceptable.
But, like most sins, that doesn't mean it has gone away. How many zillions are spent (unusuccessfuly, mostly) on weight loss in this country?
Anybody want to talk sizes? The size of a dinner plate has increased over the years, especially the last 50 or so. Check out your grandmother's china and see. If you talk with reenactors, many of them will tell you that the original uniforms available from WWII are almost always SMALL ones- like smaller than the average 17 year old today. Some of that (especially height in places like England) can be attributed to better nutrition, but much of it can be attributed to increased consumption.
I talk a lot about Mazloh and generally blame him for the idea that our comforts are so many that what we have to worry about is less and less consequential. The other day it hit me that people have time to fret over whether our soft drinks are sweetened with corn syrup or cane sugar. Now THAT is a society whose problems are pretty much all solved. Or one with a very strongly misplaced set of priorities.
Of COURSE bad nutrition can include gluttony. Of COURSE childhood obesity is a problem. OF COURSE many of my clothes have shrunk in the closet.
But wait, Candle light. Many of those things you dismissed as too fancy and not down to earth are just simple pleasures removed from their humble beginnings.
For those who enjoy reading about food ( and those whose metabolisms will allow them to follow up with some inspired consumption ) I recommend AJ Liebling. Now there was a guy who didn;t have to worry about his belt being too loose. You can now purchase the Complete New Yorker on Disc for about the cost of two trips througt the buffet line. That is down from a whole lot more. Go to eBay and see for yourself. And when you get it, be sure to read Joseph Mitchell's 1938 article on Beefsteaks, a kind of vegetarian's Worst Nightmare.
I think I hear a half pound of fried pork sausage calling my name.
William-Indeed, Maslow's hierarchy of needs, often depicted as pyramidal, is a bit too pat for application here, and Wahba, Neef, et al have certainly shredded his far-too-formal graphing of human requirements. The interplay of needs at any one time in a person's life does not follow a set pattern, and gluttony, for any substance, may manifest itself in all phases of life and any economic class.
Back before there were such things as Mercedes and Lexus automobiles, Armani suits, labels on the outside, and so forth, one wore one's wealth as corpulence. The cartoons and general illustrations in the pages of Punch and other publications of the 19th century always depicted the rich as overweight, because they generally were, since there was no stigma-far from it-at the time. The poor were malnourished, the rich were fat, and proud of it. The dowager, the captain of industry, employed tailors to ensure that their bodies were encased in fine fabrics for display, and the menus that survive from those times seem exotic if not excessive to the current peruser. We do not eat as well now, in the sense of variety and overall cuisine, but food is SO abundant, and fat-laden food even more so, that our glacial pace of evolution cannot keep up, and we die now primarily from diseases related to what can arguably be considered as forms of gluttony.
Gout is back. Formerly the rich man's disease, it primarily afflicts the poor now.
While working in the Cardiovascular Intensive Care Unit of a large hospital, I noted that we performed on average 5-6 Coronary Artery Bypass Grafts (CABG, or 'cabbage') daily. After more than a year in this unit, I began to wonder WHERE all these people were coming from? Is Arkansas really that sick? Turns out that we are, and we're far from the worst. There are, at last note, more than eight other states fatter and sicker than we, and it's getting worse. Obesity-related diseases now vie with smoking-related illness for primacy of cause in American death. Overall, more than a million of us die yearly from bad habits.
What REALLY saddened me was that, after a few months in the unit, some of the same patients were coming back for their SECOND CABG. Old habits die hard, but we die ugly, surrounded by machines and IV lines and ventilators and medical workers, rather than family and home and familiar things.
Each time you raise that fork, you make a decision about how you spend your last years. It's worth a lot more thought than most people give it...
A subject near and dear to my heart...literally. At the age of 43, I had a heart attack and emergency quadruptle bypass surgery. Why so young you ask...I was 150 pounds overweight! I had been type 2 diabetic for 20 years and it finally caught up with me. I was on 60 units of insulin twice a day and 40 different pills for 40 different issues. My doctors had warned and warned me! It was a horrible experience. So to make a very long story short...I have lost 130 pounds and am currently NOT on any medications!!!!!!!!! We talk about food all of the time on this site, and I still enjoy certain things (in moderation), but folks...please...learn from Olivia and I, and be very careful! No food is worth your life. I came within a breath of losing mine all because of an addiction to food...bad food. I still watch the Food Network but I modify the dishes...eat low carb (not no carb) and make every bite I take of some nutritional value, not just empty calories. So, take it from experience...be cautious when choosing your foods. I was fortunate to survive...I am a healthy weight now and hopefully I will remain as diligent. I just went to my GP for a full blood analysis. Everything...I mean everything was better than perfect. Wish me continued success!
Gluttony ~ Does clothing, shoes & accessories count? If so than I am GUILTY as charged. Yet strange enough I have no remorse for any of it.
My Grandfathers had heart attacks 1 day apart when I was in grade school. My paternal German Grandfather & Norweigan Grandmother tried their hardest to switch there eating habits around for the sake of his heart. The diets given in the early-mid 80's for CABG & bypass patients was AWFUL ~ lets just say that Salt Free was not in my Paternal Grandparents vocabulary, and after a few months it wa back to their favorite foods. That in a way is its own form of Glutonny.
Now my Maternal Grandparents (Nationalities here really were a mish mash) had a totally different approach, Grandpa started walking, playing golf, Grandma remade their favorite dishes with fat free & less salt, starting making homemade sherbert & ice cream.
Totally 2 different ways in dealing with their health & with the relationships in preparing & eating the meals they loved.
So this little experience has me asking the question can you still be commiting gluttony if you are eating your favorite foods in a healthy way?
I have always found it interesting that people less than a generation away from subsistence seem to enjoy food the most -- not those who have had more than enough. It's an eye-opener to a good dim sum (where almost everyone is speaking in Mandarin or Cantonese). Or ask a Cuban where the best restaurant is, and what the best dishes they serve there. (Get ready for a long and hotly debated discussion!) I suspect nations with little access to food prepared with loving attention approach this pleasure with a focus on the QUALITY of the experience rather than on cost (either in terms of time or money).
I vividly remember my mother (Irish-American) serving her 'fast food' spaghetti -- pasta with heated Chef-Boyardee out of a can 'sauce' -- once. My Italian-American father excused all seven of us kids from the table! It was the only time he ever refused a meal, or excused his children from 'cleaning our plates'. My mom, totally humiliated, never repeated her mistake. She had simply not understood that, for a family much closer to hunger than hers had been, food was almost a religious experience!
For reasons I won't go into now, America is the home of 'fast food' (horrible thought). I can't help imagine a nation of 'fast sex' or 'fast drinking' where folks think the best erotic adventures are those which take up the least time, or where one chugs alcohol at a speed designed to not 'waste time'.
Interestingly, those nations where life is savored (present focused) rather than rushed through (future focused) that seem most able to put food into a context. It's a recognition that a delicacy is a 'treat', to be savored, enjoyed, discussed, commented on, analyzed, and an object of intense scrutiny. When food becomes 'fuel', and consumption is measured in terms of quantity (rather than quality) it seems somehow very sad. How many times have I heard, 'They are honoring coupons at blah, blah fast food restaurant', or 'Their portions are enormous; it great value for money!', or 'It's such an elegant place; they have original oil paintings hung everywhere and the waiters all wear tuxedos!' Yep, America.
(Note to militant nationalists: As other nations evolve further and further away from 'economies of scarcity' they too are becoming 'Americanized'. I can't help think of the HOURS-long queques outside Tokyo's first Krispy-Kreme a couple of years ago. :-( )
I am not without sin when it comes to food. I won't go into much detail except to say my 'food addictions' are a bit different than most. I'm into carbohydrates rather than simple sugars or fats. (My midnight snacks are enormous bowls of bran flakes and milk...) That said, I joined Weight Wathchers a year ago and have lost about 25 pounds since then. In our meetings, it's scary to see the health problems due to obesity that have brought folks there (diabetes 2, circulatory issues, damaged joints). So far, I've found WW very useful in at least reminding me that, as a priest/chaplain in Southeast Asia frequently reminded us, 'If you want to play, you've got to pay'. Father Don was speaking of sex, but his words were just as true when applied to other 'appetites', e.g. food.
Oh, for those non-vegetarians out there, here's a recipe for steak (another of my favorite foods): Score the steak on both sides, and rub it with salt, pepper, and summer savory. Heat a frying pan with extra virgin olive oil (enough to put 1/8 inch in the pan). At medium high, 'fry' the steak in the pan, turning it over a couple of times. Turn the heat down to medium low to allow the heat to cook it evenly through. Turn the heat back up again, and drench the steak with Merlot wine (not too sweet and not too dry). Reduce the 'sauce' over a low heat, and serve. I love my steak this way -- and it makes the house smell really, really nice! Yum! -- But make this an 8 oz steak, and savor every bite-size morsel slowly and lovingly. Don't rush the experience... just enjoy living in a world where we can enjoy steak without having to think, 'Now, how do we plow our field next year now that the ox is dead!'
Now for pastrami sandwich from the Carnegie Deli or Katz's ordered extra fatty...I will try your steak recipe. Sounds wonderful. And congratulations, it appears, to Heiress.
Sorry guys. I can't comment today. I'm too busy eating my way through the list of foods presented in the poll.
The topic reminds me of the humans in the movie "WALL*E". One of the film's social commentaries is over consumption, which sure looks like a form of gluttony. Websters defines it as greedy or excessive indulgence. Excessive seems to be the key word, and it does go beyond food.
When I'm working my way through a pint of Ben & Jerry's, I don't feel like I'm being greedy. I'm merely exercising my right to stuff my face full of sugary goodness. But I am guilty, quite often, of excessive indulgence. I don't need to eat my entire over sized portion of food from the Cheesecake Factory--I do it because it's there. I need to pack it up and eat the rest later and that has been easier said than done. However, I am reducing my number of food induced comas by merely reducing my portion size.
Well, it looks like I'm rambling and clearly I don't have a point to the post. So...um...Hi!
I'm a bit annoyed at the inclusion of the statement, "...the medical profession and the media feed us misleading information about the connections between weight and health risks."
The links between obesity and cardiovascular disease, cancer, and diabetes are clinically proven and well documented. There is nothing "misleading" in saying that being overweight is bad for you. Our profession does not engage in the practice of fatty-bashing. I will glady debate Mr. Campos on the facts.
Last night found me at Beckta, a wonderful restaurant in Ottawa.
My starter was sablefish poached in olive oil with smoked pork confit, served over purée of celeriac with a lemon vodka jelly and caviar. Simply divine! For the main course, Papardelle with roasted heirloom tomato, Christophe's mushrooms, cipollini onions, and grana padano curls. A tart of caramelized chocolate panna cotta, boca negra and butter toffee rounded off the meal nicely.
I don't consider that gluttonous, as the portions were reasonably-sized, and prepared with fresh, natural ingredients. More important, the meal was preceeded and followed by a vigourous 1 mile walk.
Hmmmm the average size of the posts gets bigger when the subject is glut...hmmmm.
I am, therefoe I eat, and I eat, therefore I am.
Nachista!
I was noticing that too as I scrolled down. The PE'ers feel strongly about this subject. I don't have much to say. I've got 'high metabolism' genes. And nobody wants to hear that kid talk about obesity.
As far as gluttony, I'm a fan.
Agent666 said it well, I don't feel guilty finishing off a pint of Ben & Jerry's. I run my ass off every morning, literally. If I don't put it back on, at least a little, I would cease to have any shape at all. I'm 5'10". Curves are hard to pick out!
As far as gluttony and sin, I have to admit that there's no faster way to shut up an extremely vocal and pious person who is smuggly admonishing other's sins than to point to their waistline and say, "Isn't gluttony still on the list?" It's amazing how quickly they transform into the quiet, humble person that so much better represents their faith.
MackDaddy,
I certainly wish you continued success. You're a feisty girl. You'll keep it off.
The Seven Deadly Sins are an odd lot. Some harm only ourselves (gluttony, sloth) while some are deeply harmful to others (wrath, avarice). Some, I practice with great delight (lust, pride) while some are, if practiced properly and intelligently, actually beneficial to your neighbor and yourself (greed, envy).
As a man who is about 80 pounds overweight, gluttony is the sin I feel most mixed about. Like MissIve, I am a fan. I take great joy in the gluttony that I practice. On the flip side, I am well aware that the day will come when great misery is the result. So the problem becomes how to satisfy the palate without abusing the belly. Portion control is the obvious answer but, like so many obvious answers, it is more easily said than done. I dare you to leave half a Junior's cheesecake on the table... sitting there... staring at you. Go ahead try it. And I'll collect the bet that you lose.
I am put in mind of a great line from Spartacus. Charles Laughton (one of the greatest actors of his generation) says to Peter Ustinov (one of the greatest actors of his):
"You and I have a tendency towards corpulence. Corpulence makes a man reasonable, pleasant and phlegmatic. Have you noticed the nastiest of tyrants are invariably thin?"
The Laughton character was Gracchus, a mentor for Julius Caesar. Long before the movie was made, Caesar was the subject of many dramatizations including his time as the title character in one of Shakespeare's most famous plays. In it, he says:
"Let me have men about me that are fat; sleek-headed men and such as sleep o'nights; Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much, such men are dangerous."
A side note: The other reason I have mixed feelings about my gluttony is that, while I tremendously enjoy delicious food, I also tremendously enjoy the dashing and elegant clothes of J. Peterman... and his jackets only go to 48.
Dread:
I can stare at a cheesecake for weeks without the slightest craving. Savory is what attracts me. Put a roast turkey or a pork loin on a table and it's another story.
As I was raised Catholic and educated in parochial schools for twelve years, I am all too familiar with the seven deadly sins. Certainly all of them were drummed into our heads. I vividly recall the scene from Seven, where gluttony is portrayed by the guy returning to the buffet again and again. I visualize that whenever I encounter a buffet and am quite aware of the plates and plates of food that many people take. The result is I usually take less food and almost never visit the dessert table with its gloriously displayed treats.
I live in Tennessee, the 49th fattest state( bless out hearts), and daily observe the results of gluttony in many forms-beer drinking, fried-food eating, pecan pie a la mode, biscuits and gravy, mega-soft drinks. I must confess, however, to a penchant for really good fried chicken and am quite partial to "hot chicken", a local dish that uses cayenne (and who knows what else) in the dredging flour. As hot peppers are reputed to stimulate the metabolism, I figure I'm at least counteracting a bit of the harm the fried chicken is doing to my arteries. I try to indulge this craving only a few times a year.
I cook well and thus eat well, committing gluttony, by some definitions, earlier in the week with a plate of spaghetti with homemade marinara (we do have the best tomatoes, bar none) and hot Italian sausage. Of course, with the tasty sauce, I had to indulge in a few glasses of very good chianti, where I only became gluttonous to save corking the bottle for another night.
But, I ride my bicycle and hit the local gym regularly to rev the metabolism and chase the grouch demons from my psyche. I have curves, much to my husband's delight and sometimes to my chagrin, but I work very hard not to look like so many of the Nashvillians I encounter in my daily travels. I do believe that gluttony on a regular basis is a bad thing and try to limit mine to very special occasions. That being said, we are off to Annapolis tonight, and they do have some particularly awsome crab up there...
more on the honor rollSpeaking of films, the best film dealing with gluttony was La Grande Bouffe, about a group of men who retire to a large old house to ieat themselves to death. It has its moments.
I'm a verbal glutton, I just can't shut up and I have difficulty controlling the volume of my speech when I'm excited. I'm also a clothes glutton (when the budget is big enough, sadly not often enough) and a travel glutton and sometimes a food glutton.
Anyone ever had a Primanti Bros. sandwich in Pittsburgh? That's the kind of gluttony that I enjoy on occasion.
Ramoride, glad to have a fellow member of the curvy girls club. One time my husband assured me I wasn't fat by saying "Babe, Marines don't date fat chicks, and I'm dating you aren't I?" I love it when he sweet talks *eye roll*.
My biggest cure for gluttony? Watching others indulge. We had 2 sisters working for us last year and both were about 5'3" and well over 250 pounds each. We had to get special office chairs for them because they broke the ones we originally provided. They both claimed to have thyroid conditions that prevented them from losing weight. BUT...they would consume more food on their morning 15 minute than I did all day.
Typical day of food for an individual sister: *Breakfast before work so I didn't see it, *morning break-2 or 3 mcdonalds meals with extra hashbrowns and extra large drinks plus a bag of cookies or chocolates, *Lunch-2 foot long hoagies, several bags of chips, a full 2litre bottle of pepsi, pint of ice cream or milkshake, *Afternoon break-2 hot dogs or a double bacon cheeseburger, extra large fries, half bag of oreos, another extra large soda, *dinner was after work but they would talk about it the next day and I always envisioned a table with a huge trough running down the middle.
Don't freaking tell me that you can't lose weight and then cram enough calories down in one day to feed a small village in africa. Watching them eat made me lose my hunger for the entire time they worked for us.
Here's a tough question, does Gluttony refer more to the quantity of food or the relationship with the food?
The movie talk made me think of one of my favorite's, Babette's Feast. I love it. And I love to feed people.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday and my sisters and I plan menus for months. We gather our favorites in all the categories, and sit and compare and mix and match until we have the perfect, complementary 'feast.'
After all that and then weeks of shopping, baking and finally, cooking and roasting, the men at our table used to finish eating in 20 minutes and get back to the game. And then WE cleaned.
So, in keeping the strong-willed and creatively strategic character of our bloodline, we improvised. We now serve Thanksgiving in courses. And we have a discussion starter between each course, where everyone has to answer a random, character-revealing question. Nothing too deep. Something like, "Tell us the specific 10 square feet on this earth for which you are most thankful—not a city—a tiny place that speaks to you."
And now the boys clean while we watch a chick flick.
And we eat A LOT. But I don't find that gluttonous when it is so carefully thought out and prepared and cherished. And when it is shared with loved ones.
Gluttony, to me, is about HOW you consume the food. Even if it's half a carrot, if it's shoveled down without notice, it seems wasteful, unappreciated.
The French so have us on this one. Which is why they eat like they do, drink like they do, and still look like Skinny Bitches.
That's it Missive,
You're having company for Thanksgiving! I'm bringing everyone! But only if you promise to let me cook and watch the chick flick (I don't do football).
There is nothing in the world as beautiful as the bright red glow of fresh cranberries as they slowly deepen and darken in the pan, turning to crimson-hued sauce. So simple but so magnificent.
And you're right about Babette's Feast. What a masterpiece! Dinner for twelve at the Cafe Angles costs 1,000 francs.
MissIve:
Have you read French Women Don't get Fat? It speaks volumes about having a healthy relationship with food, and never using the term "diet".
The post at my site today is a rant about my horrible Irish fare at a pub last night. Nachista posted this in response:
"The Isles have good cuisine, I promise, and you don't even have to look
very hard these days. You haven't lived until you've had steaming hot,
fresh fish and chips or pasties served in brown paper at 3am after a
long cold night of pub crawling."
And now I'm off to find some of that.
Delicious! Hope Pitt doesn't mind if I do the pub crawl now, only so that I may thoroughly enjoy the latter. Of course.
And, I do have to say, in defense of food in the isles, I had one of the best meals I've ever had at a tiny pub in Wales. Chicken Kiev. Isn't that Russian? Still. Butter all over my face. Now THAT is, I'm quite sure, gluttony.
DPR your cranberry food imagery is beautiful, but there is something enthralling about the canned stuff sliding out of container and retaining the rings indentations from the can. Part funny part horrifying, but utterly facinating.
Chicken Kiev is Ukrainian. The last roommate I had before I got married lived in the Ukraine for a couple of years, she just went back this summer for a visit and came back raving about the good food. She is also the reason I know that the embroidery on the J. Peterman Ukrainian gypsy shirt is authentic. I wore it the day I met her and she asked me when I was in the Ukraine and I said I'd never been and she didn't believe me and kept wanting to know exactly where I gotten the shirt if I had never been to the country.
Speaking of Thanksgiving, my favorite TG guilty pleasure is the crispy turkey skin from the top of the turkey, everyone else in my family thinks its gross to eat the skin. Am I alone in this?
" can't help imagine a nation of 'fast sex' or 'fast drinking' where folks think the best erotic adventures are those which take up the least time, or or where one chugs alcohol at a speed designed to not 'waste time'." I'm going to venture that you've Never been to UW-Madison Doc Nolan? Its a Campus Sport ~ Young Adults Letter in it, especially on Halloween ~ Really no joke ~ I've seen it.
In WI your pretty much bred for the drinking experience. Our states fame for Gluttony is truly the beer, wine, vodka & of course Brandy Old Fashions Sweet or Sour with a dash of water. No joking.
My mom lost a TON of weight on WW she went from a 22 to a 6 in about 2 years. I'm not big on fad diets, I really think WW is the smartest way to go. As it really does not deny you food it actually is teaching you portions. My dad is still on it & doing well. I think its the only program that teaches you portion control so that you can eat healthier & still be satisfied. When you think about it that not something they really teach in schools at all. It really should be.
Missive, we have an authentic English tea shop in SLC that has great British Food. I've begged the owners (quite shamelessly) to open a REAL chipper. I hate it when American menus claim to have English Chips and they don't. Real chips are kind of like short steak cut fries, but better, they are battered or over-processed.
You should come to my house sometime. I'll make you colcannon, lamb/barley stew, bangers and mash, full Irish breakfast (only can't find black pudding around here, probably for the best), shepards pie, Galway crab cakes, braised rack of lamb, onion/leek soup, trifle, etc.
This was the local headline in the area on Monday:http://www.wfrv.com/news/local/story.aspx?content_id=1CE78518-0050-43B5-8F0D-5A133682714A&gsa=true
Sometimes I wonder about people though My opinion on this is that maybe they should just eliminate it altogether. WIth the food allergies & different diets kids are on it really seems easier than allowing the kid to bring in cut carrots. Ohh Yum.
But on the other side would eliminating it cause gluttony these kids to commit the sin of Gluttony when offered said chocolate cupcake? It's a slippery slope.
One Doc,
I haven't read it, but saw the author interviewed. I dig it. It allows for lots of wine. . .
Nachista,
I will come over and, yes, please feed me. Also, Dooce, most famous blogger ever lives in SLC. We could co-stalk her.
Rings90,
My son's classroom is like this. Snack can only be fresh fruit or vegetable. My friend and fellow class mom sent raw almonds and he was not allowed to eat them. Really. I say givem' the cupcake. We grew up without sugar except on birthdays and holidays and you should have seen us when we got our drivers' licenses. Chocolate wrappers filling up the backseat.
I'm a health nut. My kids consume flax seed oil by the bottlefull and raw, dark greens like they're going out of style. Snack time is generally whole, plain yogurt with something like raw pumpkin stirred in. And, of course, honey! We call it pumpkin pie pudding, just because I like to make my three-year-old say 'pumpkin pie pudding, please.'
But I also bake frequently and shovel the goodies down their throats. And I use real butter and real sugar. It's less scary than the other stuff. As long as I know they're getting the the nourishment, I don't want fun stuff off limits. Just moderated.
I, like candle_light, have the same genetic situation. and I am thankful for it. I do love to eat, but not so much as to keep from becoming THINNER, Very happy am I to not eat by the rules of a diet. Besides, "diets" don't work. Really.
Of course, junk food is not my forte and I wish the drive thrus had tastier, healthier food for the little ones . . . and for those who wish to be littler And is littler a word?, or not.
Thank Goddess I'm not a Christian!
Do you think Peterman gave us this topic because the season that defines gluttony is upon us? Halloween candy, thanksgiving feast(s) (multiple for most people juggling in-laws, etc), and the christmas feasting season. I feel full already
Zorba, nice isis wings! Do you dance? I've only met one male bellydancer before, I've always felt there should be more men in middle eastern dance.
It is simplier than all that for those of us who are not the fast food sort, I think its well established why they are the way they are much like Mickey and Mallory Knox.
Dinner after dinner, as the weather changed
we enjoyed, were warmed, comforted
by staples, meals we love, count on
hearty beef stew, shepherd's pie,
steak and potatoes, lasagna, cheese cake
Mmmm, so good, smiles welling up on
the family's faces, shining in the glow
of the warm feelings of our tummies
after the fruits of her labors
slice past the tastebuds,
knowing the skill and finesse,
expressions of love,
coming in the next one
or in seconds tonight
Raymond Foss
Misss Ive:
You know better than anyone that I love food and that I am experiencing a form of body dysmorphia (?). I LOVE to cook, plan menus, and just be around food. It's a daily struggle to control the urges to over-indulge. Thanksgiving is one of my weakest moments. The smells alone could put me into a state of sugar shock. I am working on my portion control. I use a salad plate intead of a dinner size plate etc... I want to come to your house for Thanksgiving, maybe I won't be as tempted to taste while cooking. I do think I will have our holiday dinner catered this year just to keep me from nibbling. Gluttony is also a term that unfortunately describes many other areas of my life as well. I just don't ever want to go back to the size 26 and daily insulin ever again. You might say I am a bit paranoid. It is scary to go through heart trauma. I never want to be in that position again. I am not a cat...I have already spent 8 of my lives.
Nachista's comments about English food brought back a ton of memories from my years stationed in Suffolk. It was so long ago, there were fish-and-chips shops where one would order plaice, cod or haddock and it was fried in front of you and served in real newspapers. The fries were made 'on the spot' too... If was sort of fun eating in the damp and cold English drizzle, catching up on the headlines in the oil-stained newspapers. I'm told by English friends that all this has disappeared now, and that health rules alone would nix using old newspapers to wrap and serve the fish. (I often wonder if they still fish for cod along the pebbly coast. It was only after unsuccessfully trying to master casting with bloodworm bait from the Aldeburgh shingle -- in the face of 25 mph onshore winds -- that I truly appreciated those lines from Matthew Arnold's classic poem, 'Dover Beach' http://www.usp.nus.edu.sg/victorian/authors/arnold/writings/doverbeach.html
And then there were such 'delicacies' as 'toad in the hole', 'bangers and mash' and other nightmares which we shall politely skip over. Instead I choose to remember 'tea and scones' on tranquil Sunday afternoons in the Norfolk Broads....much nicer, thank you!
I learned that Fun Stuff shouldn't be off limits. REALLY the healthest conscince person I ever knew I met her at the age of 6. Her 3 sons weren't allowed kids cereal, chocolate, really anything that was junk food. Our families would go camping together & they ALWAYS had to eat abowl full of granola before they could have a bowl of Capt. Crunch. It was strange to my sister & I that they could eat that much for breakfast. I do remember them drooling over the German Chocolate Cake at a party.
She passed away about 6 years ago from cancer. Her husband says all that good nutrition put her in the ground. He always was the one that held the in moderation motto when it came to sweets. the kids now all grown up & 2 with kids of their own, the lifestyle they have picked is moderation. Which I totally agree with.
@ Nachista: Yes. http://www.doubleveil.net
Zorba ~ Are you Greek? Are just an Anthony Quin Fan?
Well, SOMEONE had to ask.....
"The Veiled Male" I LUFF IT!!!
Heiress-Congratulations, dear! Good luck, too, and I know you'll have good medical care where YOU are.
Mack-WAY TO GO, GIRL! I know you'll stay right, I'm so proud of you.
Roberts-I'll take any bet related to self-control, especially where food is concerned. I like my food, but like my French friends and relatives, I can eat just a little of all that fabulous stuff, and then strut away in my high heels and BURN IT OFF, BABY. Mireille Guiliano has it pretty well lined out.
Nachista, your description of those women's intake left me queasy, but your defense of Irish cuisine rocked. I had my local chippie just as I did my pub, and the cheese and onion pasties? Divine. Most of the nicer restaurants in Belfast, Galway, Corcaigh, Baile Atha Cliath, et al now send their chefs to the Continent for training, and I've had some spectacular meals in Ireland, as good as any in France. In reasonable proportions, too. Black and white puddings, and mushy peas are icky, but I love the breakfast-hold the sausages please. We had eggs, fried potatoes NOT like the hasbrowns you get here from the freezer, fried tomatoes, porridge, lashings of milky tea, then off hillwalking in the mist. You couldn't beat it with a big stick!
Missy, you are so right about the baking! YES, use REAL butter, REAL sugar, the chemicals we're sold to excuse overindulgence just compound the problem. Use the real stuff, just eat it in moderation and MOVE YOUR ASS as we are made to do. The human body is a biological machine that thrives on activity. Keep it still and it deteriorates. Will power? It's like a muscle-the more you use it, the stronger it grows.
I'm 5'7", 125 lbs, with the metabolism of a hummingbird. I love my food, but I love fresh, healthy stuff, not processed fast food-that tastes like chemicals to me. AND, I love to move, but I have my curves, such as they are. Never had any complaints there, so I don't worry about it. I just love most of all being healthy and feeling good.
Hey, Doc-anybody for SPOTTED DICK? BOILED BABY? YIKES!
The short answer: Neither. The slightly longer answer: I'm an avid philhellene, thus I was nick named Zorba. Its also my stage name. I like the movie well enough - and like Anthony Quinn in it, and many other movies he starred in, including "A Walk in the Clouds" - but that has nothing to do with my being called "Zorba".
Here's a good movie-SUPERSIZE ME, by Morgan Spurlock. His new book is good too.
Zoba I've been perusing your page while I'm on hold with one of my payoff lenders. If you get a chance you should take the poi/veil workshop from Aziza, I saw you had her listed on your teachers page. When she came to our university I got to drive her around and I did some therapeutic work on her and then took the workshop...the whole experience was amazing, I totally have a girl-crush on her. It was a totally different experience with Ansuya, but that's for another day.
Congratulations to the mom-to-be, Heiress. Enjoy this wonderful time in your life, eat well, and be happy!
I think all of us have vices, of some sort. Therefore, we all have the potential to be gluttons for punishment - be it food, drink, or something else.
Being only 5'3", a "little" extra weight can be a "big" problem. It all became painfully apparent to me one snowy day, while attempting to keep up with my sons on a ski slope, that the wee bit of padding I had added to my frame was indeed making my knees hurt. Pain, as well as the desire to continue being able to do the activities that I love, became the motivating factors pushing me to both exercise and try to eat well.
I once saw a sign, in a gym, which said "Nothing tastes as good as thin feels"...but, I still can't resist the lure of dark chocolate...guess that means another 30 minutes on the stationary bike for me...
Dark chocolate is good for your heart, don't feel bad about that.
Dark Chocolate is healthy ~ Make sure its REAL dark Chocolate & not sweetened. the Best IMHO is the Trader Joes Dark ChocolateTruffle Bars... LUFF LUFF them ~ Have to stock up on themn whenever I hit a TJ's. The Closest TJ's happens to be in Milwaukee, gonna be driving thru in a few weeks will have to put a TJ's stop on my list of things to do. When I'm in that place Gluttony & Lust are Committed Sins....
Ahhh - a good reason to have some more. My closest TJ's is an hour away but, next time I'm there, I will surely give them a try. Thanks. Perhaps I'll get some for my youngest son, as well. We are the only two chocolate lovers, in our family, and the only two with brown eyes...coincidence?
Just re-read Peterman's post and saw that he'd already addressed my question regarding gluttony's actual referrent:
"From the Latin "gluttire," meaning to gulp down or swallow, gluttony
started off as over-indulgence of food, drink, or intoxicants to the
point of waste. Simple, enough."
If only I would read. If only. Apparently I am a word glutton. "to gulp down or swallow. . . to the point of waste." Yep. Word glutton. Will go to confession. Hail Mary's left and right.
Methinks Gluttony is a combination of two behaviors:
Would someone please pass me that bucket of Popeye's chicken . . . . and a bib.
PeterLake,
And a private room?
Popeyes ~ Ohhh ~ I WANT The MASHED POTATOES Peter Lake be nice & PLEASE Share :) I'll glutton on the Mashed Potatoes, you can have the chicken....
Haven't had Popeyes in a few years, we don't have them up here either... I REAL:Y am begining to think I live in a very uncultural town.... Wasn't there a really good Chicken franchise place in Chicago area about 10 years ago also called Checkers?....
MissIve,
But of course, ze rhhiiihm muzt be privat and zound proof, and you must be able to hoze it, and yourzelf, clean.
Rings90,
Mashed or garlic smashed taters? Skins on, or off? Want some sweet corn mixed in or just palin. . . . . . ooops, . . . . Freudian slip, . . . . I meant plain.
Zorba-Thank the Goddess for me too, if you should see her. I'm not near a mirror at the moment...
PL: You made me giggle out LOUD with your Freudian slip. My co-workers were suspicious!
Thank you for the encouragement (MissIve and Olivia). Give me a shove anytime Most of the people around me aren't very encouraging except for a couple. MI, you know who and the misses are VERY encouraging to me. Always bragging on what a great job I have done! That's nice. But I will say alot of others are into sabotage. I will admit that I am always consumed by food...what to eat...what not to eat...how much...what is the carb content...how many calories...does it have protien...how much, how many ounces of water did I drink today and the list goes on and on. Sometimes I truly wish I could survive on thin air. Eating is too much work sometimes.
Season's Eatings to all!
rings90
Perhaps you are thinking of Church's Chicken in the Chicago area?
I think Checkers is a burger franchise.
Everyone is making me hungry. Time for dinner.
Meet the newest potential member of my family...
http://search.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=11923260
I fell in love with her on Saturday and we are taking her home this week to see if our dog Molly will play nice with her.
Remember Arthur Treacher's Fish and Chips?
If you want to witness a truly sorry sight, just let me loose at a Friday Night Fish Fry.... cod & perch and halibut . . . oh my. Haven't been to one in at least twenty years ... well, maybe fifteen years, well at least 10 years if you don't count the time when I........just pass the malt vinegar please. . . and then the coleslaw . .. . quick, slap me!
nachista, she's beautiful!
@ Nachista: Aziza is fab, I just love her. I saw her perform a veil number with a 4 yard silk veil in RED - I had a bad case of "veil lust" until I went out and bought my own veil almost like it! I haven't tried "voi" yet, I'm working on veil fans though...
One of today's headlines...... now here is a guy who just lowered the bar for gluttony
"Man gulps down 15-pound burger with toppings
CLEARFIELD, Pa. - A chef at a western Pennsylvania Italian restaurant ate a 15-pound burger with 5.2 pounds of toppings in 4 hours and 39 minutes. Brad Sciullo, of Uniontown, is the first person to successfully eat the huge burger at Denny's Beer Barrel Pub, said pub owner Dennis Liegey.
The burger - called the Beer Barrel Belly Bruiser - include a bun, lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, onions, mild banana peppers and a cup each of mayonnaise, ketchup, mustard and relish.
When asked what possessed him to eat a burger that big, the 5-foot-11, 180-pound Sciullo said: "I wanted to see if I could."
"I've always had a heck of a capacity and I can down about two gallons of water and I can do a gallon of milk in 20-some seconds," said Sciullo, a chef at Pasta Lorenzo's in Uniontown.
Liegey's pub in Clearfield - a town about 100 miles northeast of Pittsburgh - has become known over the years for its massive burgers.
Sciullo, 21, ate his 20.2-pound sandwich Monday and said he was surprised he succeeded. He realized when he had gotten through half the burger in a half-hour that he had plenty of time to finish it up.
"About three hours into it, things got tough," Sciullo said. "It's exhausting. I chewed for five straight hours. I didn't talk."
As is customary in such challenges, Sciullo was appointed a pub escort. Philip Fimon, a pub cook, stayed with Sciullo through the eating frenzy, even going with him to the bathroom three times to make sure he didn't throw up, Liegey said.
For completing the challenge in the under-five-hour time limit, Sciullo won $400, three T-shirts, a certificate "and a burger hangover, as I call it," Liegey said.
Ramdoride: Rather than 49th fattest state, I think you mean that Tennessee is one of the most heavy states. And there is certainly no disputing it---we had a friendly arrangement with a local FedEx station to weigh many of our patients on their industrial shpping scales; our clinic scales topped out at 300 lbs.
For a very long time, the demographic weight trend in the US was that among poor couples, the female would usually be very heavy while the male was scrawny. If weights were assessed as a function of couple wealth, these trands would reverse, meeting in the middle. Rich couples were often comprised of a very heavy male and a near-size-zero female. I think these differences are now being effaced.
I think it's important to clarify the relationships between obestiy and other maladies such as DM-II and vascular disease. Rather than asserting that obesity causes them, it's really truer that insulin resistance causes ALL of them, obesity included.
Doing a physical exam once on a 500-plus pound woman, I actually found an American cheese on white bread sandwich beneath one of her breasts. For patients who are obviously nothing more than food addicts who look at me like some wide-eyed ingenue and ask what advice I could give them on REALLY losing the weight, I have half-jokingly advised, "a tapeworm infection might help."
The one class of medications that in clinical trials REALLY mobilized the fat and could bring about, say, 30% weight loss--the endogenous cannibinoid receptor antagonists---have died a hard death, at least in this country, in clinical development because they are associated with depression and suicidality. They remain available outside the U.S.
Oh waiter..... let's change that cheese sandwich to a BLT please
The tape worm diet...
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Zorba, this is a girl who used to dance with our club...
http://www.shemsdance.com/index.html
She hand dyes veils and she has done some amazing ones. She no longer sells them online but there was one she'd dyed to look like the Giza pyramids under a full moon, it was gorgeous. She dyes most of the veils for our club costumes...
www.usumed.org
www.shimmeringsandsbellydance.com
nachista,
Alta looks like a sweetheart. Hope your Molly likes her, too. Love her name. Went skiing at Alta a few times. Lived in West Jordan, back in the late 70's. Learned to ski at Park City. Have fond memories of Utah. My husband and I used to love eating at Crown Burger. Is it still there? Nothing could beat their pastrami and special sauce on a burger!
DPR,
I just got your note about coming for Thanksgiving. And, of course, you are very welcome. Every year, my sisters try to talk me out of making real cranberry sauce. I do love to watch them change color, but more than that, I love when they start to pop. I'm like a kid. I just sit and watch. I still watch the popcorn bag in the microwave, too. Can't wait til it starts to poof up!
PeterLake, I too loved your Palin slip. My father drove down for the last round of debates. Not for THEM. Actually for golf. But he saw them and said Palin has very nice gams (and shoes, apparently). Noted. Will take all that to the polls with me.
Nachista:
THAT PHOTO IS AWESOME! I am totally on cloud 9! I am going to put that picture permanently as the introduction slide for talks I give about NASH (non-alcohol steatohepatitis, America's overwhelmingly most abundant liver disease).
I REALLY REALLY APPRECIATE IT!!!
Mark-I do a seminar every March for Central Arkansas Respiratory Therapists on all sorts of disease processes. I wish I could bring you to speak on hepatic disease. I try to do stuff that's a little outside the box-we tend to concentrate on cardiopulmonary, but I emphasize the renal and hepatic realtionships to metabolic syndrome et al.
Just dreaming...
and *relationships, too
Olivia:
That's like asking a new mother to see her baby: OF COURSE, I WOULD, my dear. I would absolutely love it. I think anything you're involved with is (a) riotously fun and (b) very keen on accuracy and currentness. Gives me something to look forward to, and it's something that I have done in essentially all of the lower 48. NASH is now the leading cause of liver disease on the planet, and is eclipsing HCV and HBV in importance. But I love speaking on those as well.
REALLY? I've had so much difficulty getting local MDs to speak. How to do the logistics? Here's my email:
oyeringsl@comcast.net
Let's talk! (You're right-we have a lot of fun at my seminars, they're not dry and stuffy like those one mostly attends. I have lots of returning regulars because they say my seminar is so different and interesting. You'd have a great time-I'd see to it!)
Cap: from your last post yesterday?
You're welcome, always, but I'm not sure what for in this instance...
Kindlee, there are a couple of Crown Burger joints still around. My mother in law's parents live in West Valley and my oldest brother lived there when he worked for AmEx. I was born an raised in the Logan area, so we skiied up at Beaver Mountain. They don't get the powder dumps that Alta does but they do have the cheapest day rate in Utah and some pretty prime runs and excellent back country access. I haven't been skiing in 2 years because of knee and back issues, but I'm planning on trying to get back up there this year.
Mark there are more where that came from, not sure if any of the others would be as relavent.
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Some women collect figurines, some women collect husbands, I collect inappropriate, vintage advertising images. I've got some great old OPSEC digital images from WWII.
Olivia: Thanks for so eloquently explaining some of the speach patterns and dialect used in the Southern States. Well said.
Ah! My pleasure, good Sir. Or should I say:
aye aye, Cap'n...
Nachista: Those are awesome! I would love to see more.
nachista-those pics are a HOOT! I want to use them in some of my smoking cessation and infection control and nutritional lectures-izzat ok with you?
Where did you FIND those?
Let me know if you find a use for this one...
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This one would probably offend people if they weren't British
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When I am bored and have internet access I check out what stupid things bored Marines film themselves doing and put on YouTube...or I google image search for funny vintage ads.
Actually for unique gifts I like to buy vintage magazines or newspapers on Ebay. Usually I search for a specific hobby or interest a person has, or I search for a paper/mag that was publishes on the day that person was born. I find the most interesting page, cut it out, have it framed and give it to them. Chances are its something they would have never found for themselves and something no one else they know has a copy of. Inexpensive but cool
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Doc Nolan--- sadly, when reading your comment "I can't help imagine a nation of 'fast sex' . . . where folks think the best erotic adventures are those which take up the least time", I found myself wondering why I NEVER KNEW at the TIME that there was a VIEW cam in our bedroom when I was with an EX . . . . : { In keeping with the Forum's topic, basically addressing FOOD, I WILL say that he came in QUITE HANDY that way--- as an EGG TIMER.
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Some of these make me think "What the hell were they thinking?"
nachista-I'm totally dumbfounded...I can't believe it, but I know it's true that these are REAL ADS.
My father, a cardiologist, told me that in the 60s he was advised to prescribe smoking for 'nervous women'. I'm pretty sure he didn't do that, but the doc smoking ad reminded me.
OMG LYSOL???!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!