You Can’t Spell “Diet” Without Intimations of Mortality
By raincoaster
Now, I’m all for being healthy. I’m all for exercising (as long as it’s not raining, or too cold, or the weekend, or I have anything better to do). I’m all for eating right. But today I saw something.
And that? That thing that I saw? That just ain’t right.
I shook my head. I had another cup of coffee. I watched old Lily Tomlin specials.
I trawled the internet, looking for parallels, and I found them, of varying degrees of utility and authority: The Olive Oil Diet. The Coconut Oil Diet. The Linseed Oil Diet. The Palm Oil Diet.
But…the Baby Fat Diet?
I don’t care what they say: that shit’s just not right!