Well, it was inevitable in today's climate of taking no personal responsibility for your actions. Perhaps some people saw my Atkins rant as a true complaint of a Subway customer. You have to realize that I like to complain, but that I pretty much despise fast food in all it's forms. So there's no danger of me eating either the Jared special or the Atkins wraps, as I prefer to cook my own meals. I thought it funny the various messages coming out of that conglomerate as to what people should eat. Yes, you have a choice, but when was the last time you saw an advertisement on TV for their BMT sub? Ads are indicative of what the company is trying to sell. Anyway, enough with defending that rant, and on with a movie tidbit.
"Super Size Me" took the Sundance film festival by storm with it's take on just how good (or bad) fast food is for you. The premise of the documentary is that the ordinary joe director ate McDonalds food 3 meals per day for 30 days. If it wasn't offered by the clown, he didn't eat it. As expected, he gained weight and his health deteriorated. Wow, big surprise there.
Do I see this as some brilliant piece of work, some expose on the hidden dangers of fast food? No. I see it as more ammo for Good Morning America to showcase the trend of suing companies because you are an idiot. Until Ronald McDonald comes to my door and shoves a Big Mac down my gullet, blaming him or the company he represents for any weight gain is irresponsible and an unnecessary drain of the legal system's resources. I hope that my compadres here will agree that the concept of personal responsibility is one that we as Americans are, in general, lacking nowadays. Whether it be parents blaming TV for corrupting their kids' minds or fat people suing McDonalds for making fatty foods, people don't seem to realize that the person most responsible for their well-being is themselves. But I guess blaming others for your lot in life is just that much easier.
Author's Note: Yes, I am fat. Fatty fatty fat fat. But that's just part of who I am. Deal with it
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Total agreement.
Hey, listen: if I cram a wad of phospate-laden chili and cheese hotdogs down my throat in the hopes that either:
1) the chili will be too hot and burn me
2) they spill on the floor and I slip
3) I choke and require resuscitation
4) they eventually kill me of cancer
... then it's my God-given right as an American to demand millions of dollars to compensate for the slightest discomfort caused by such rampant stupidity. And if you try to take that away, I will string your intestines across my eaves like it was Christmas, you filthy goat-herder!!!
yes, i realize the humor in the contradictory comemrcials, but really you can't expect soemone to have a new product and not market it. that's just plain stupid. you don't advertise your old standbys... people already know what those are. you want to make them notice that you've got something else there now too.
"you don't advertise your old standbys..."
Have a coke and a smile, Kassi. But I'm a Pepper, he's a Pepper, she's a Pepper, so wouldn'y you like to be a Pepper too? Me, I'd like to teach the world to sing just ONCE during this Pepsi generation. Stand by that.
;-)
A variant on this point, courtesy Clayton Cramer