I've been surfing blogs. Oh-oh, dangerous! Yes. I read one that says 17.5 million people in America are hungry. They do not have enough food, they sometimes eat only one meal a day. They pick up road kill and cook it, they are malnourished. The number includes many children.
Another say that 69% of Americans are overweight and 32% are obese. We've been hearing about the divide between the 99% of normal people and the 1% of super rich. Most of us live in the middle (and are overweight ourselves to some extent) and we actually don't see those who are hungry. They don't go where we go, they can't afford gas, they don't have jobs, they are ashamed they don't have decent clothes. But we DO see the obese. We cringe even if they are relatives or good friends.
This stock picture raises so many questions for me although I don't see the bikini-ed woman as being one of the hungry 17.5 million. As a writer a lot of potential story lines come to mind, a lot of character analysis is suggested. As a social observer I have to think something is wrong here.
This is part of the society we are living in. We can say they share many interests, they see one another's best side. Could be. So, okay, the first question that comes to mind: what happens when they try to make love? Sleep in the same bed?
Obesity, or at last what we would consider "fat" was a mark of beauty during Ruben's time -- because only the wealthy could be fat, most people were among the hungry, or certainly not among the overfed. But today many who are living at the poverty level are obese--because of the abundance of sugar and fat in relatively inexpensive food. The artist Botero give us obese people and animals -- always solid and firm, rounded not squishy. Is he ironic or satiric or actually trying to beautiful obesity? He's immensely popular. I can't figure out why. I also can't figure out just what's wrong with our complex society when 17.5 people are actually hungry -- actually trying hard to make a living, actually not succeeding, not resorting to robbery or other illegal activities, but struggling, truly struggling while others are eating themselves to serious disease and early death. And as they do so burdening our medical services with myriad illnesses that come with their weight. They do not hurt only themselves; they hurt everyone else.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!