Wednesday, August 31, 2016
more fat people?
People seem to be fatter these days than when I grew up. Triceps blubbering, hang-over bellies wriggling, melon-ball bits of blubber obscuring the pointiness of an elbow, calves and thighs like sequoias. If it were some primitive setting in Africa or South America, there would be a lot more kings and queens whose bulk was a mark of royalty and leadership.
And of course there are more kings and queens these days. Just ask 'em.
When I grew up, people seemed more trimmed by life, by sweat, by times when the dinner table was not always awash. There were things to do, sweat-work to be done, ball games to play ... and there was more angularity, more sinew, more trim and fit and hardened, perhaps. There was no fetish about it. It was just the facts.
Now, of course, there are stylish gymnasiums and cell phones to promote them.
It just seems to me that there are more fat people, no matter how heart-felt the analyses.
Is this important? I don't know. It's just a passing thought.