I am tired of the idea pushed to people, usually women, that food = calories, calories = evil, therefore food = evil. I want to talk about food in the context of memories and stories. SO I’M MAKING A ZINE.
“I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can’t believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can’t imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven’t been.”—Raymond Carver, Where I’m Calling From: New and Selected Stories
Whenever I give in to the last slice of pizza I feel like I have no willpower, but then I remember that every day I resist telling people on the Internet (Facebook) how dumb/wrong/ignorant they are, and I feel a little better.