"I go off to college. I weigh 106 pounds. I come back from college three months later. I weigh 126 pounds. I was once thin and shapeless. Now I am fat and, ironically, equally shapeless. Nothing fits except for my wool plaid Pendleton pleated skirt, which makes me look even fatter. It's tragic. My father takes one look at me as I get off the plane and says to my mother, 'Well, maybe someone will marry her for her personality.'"
First of all, in what universe is 126 pounds fat on anyone of average height? I'm five feet and five inches tall and if I weighed 126 pounds I would look like I'd just gone through chemo during a famine, which leads me to assume that Nora Ephron is dwarf-short. I should explain that this paragraph wasn't part of a bigger chapter about what an asshole her dad was. Maybe her dad was an asshole. He probably was but I don't know for sure. She was telling the story as a hilarious anecdote about how good and cold the milk was in her college cafeteria and how she gained twenty pounds in three months and got "fat." Okay, I'll admit that it's not good to gain twenty pounds in three months, but to be a "famous" "successful" "woman" and say that the twenty pounds she gained in college was "tragic"? I can see why we are all so obsessed with the scale. The stupidest part of the whole story is that she is probably lying about the weights! She probably started at 126 pounds and got up to a whopping 146 (which, btw, I would LOVE to weigh) but could never allow herself to admit those numbers in writing. Women lie about what the scale says all the time because other women lie about it. It's stupid, and it's kind of sick but when someone famous like her does it, it is tragic. Thanks for setting women back a few decades, Nora Ephron!
This is part of the diet cycle that is so frustrating to me. I'm a feminist. Our culture is toxic to women. Pick up a Cosmopolitan magazine and see for yourself. It's not a magazine for women to be better women, it's a magazine that tells how you can drop unsightly pounds, and wear eyeliner to look hot, and how to please your man in bed. That's tragic. Even the milder women's magazines are ridiculous. Have you seen the plus-sized models? According to women's magazines the average woman in this country is a fat, disgusting mess. How dare we take up more than our allotted 120 pounds of space!
But on the other hand, I like to be able to breathe when I tie my shoes. So I think I need to drop a few pounds. But then I get into an internal struggle about my motivation for losing weight. Why am I dropping pounds? Is it really for health, or is it because I want to look a little more like Sofia Vergara and a little less like Ed O'Neill?
|I want to look less like Ed O'Neill|
If I ever see Nora Ephron in person I am going to (want to) slap her right across her windsock-like turkey neck.