OK, this post may be a bit inflammatory, so be warned. I had a really bizarre revelation yet again today in the lunch room at work, and I had to tell you guys about it.
So there I am, 3 minutes from the lunch bell ringing, clutching my leftover tortellini from last night in one hand, and gripping the counter top for fear of passing out from hunger/low blood sugar with the other. All of the microwaves were in use, people would occasionally taunt me by retrieving a dish from their machine, stirring it, and then putting it back in for another 3, 4, even 5 minutes. Now, I normally wait a good long time after noon before venturing into the lunch room jungle to forage for a place to heat my foods, but today I was too busy to eat my mid-morning snack so the Hyena of the Microwaves mantle was all mine. Anyway, forgetting I am not, in fact, invisible, I finally gave up and flounced away towards my desk in a huff (I keep a jar of peanut butter in there for just such a hypoglycemic occasion). Seconds later, a guy I know from another department comes tearing out into the hallway to offer me his microwave. Apparently he saw how upset I got over the convoluted microwave line and hierarchy of temperature-controlled lunches and thought I was annoyed with him. Oh dear, Josh*. It’s quite the logical conclusion to draw, I’m well aware. However, let it be known that my unstoppable, uncontrollable, searing rays of castrating bitchitude are not always directed at men. Sometimes I turn on myself, too.
I found this image of some safety tag parents can attach to their hypoglycemic kids. It’s pretty amazing.
Legitimately red-faced, I tried to explain my sitch: That I sometimes have low blood sugar, which means that by the time I actually feel hunger it means I’m mere minutes from faceplanting on the linoleum. I’m so not mad at him or anyone really, just annoyed that I let myself get to the point of the Peanut Butter Rescue Spoon. And, rather gratuitously (because I always have to make a stupid joke and because I am in all ways an asshole), I inserted some crack about being a girl and thus being socially obligated to underfeed myself.
Pressure drop.He looked utterly surprised, maybe a twinge shocked, that I talked about eating issues as if it were a real thing. A thing that existed in the real world that real people actually dealt with. He was all, “what do you mean, women aren’t allowed to eat?” Sincerely, he had no idea. This, coming from a guy who used to frequent Hooters and actually legitimately try to pick up the orange shorts-clad waitresses. So, obviously this guy buys the conventional model of female attractiveness hook, line, and sinker. His Barbie programming is fully installed. So, how can he be so naive about how conventional attractiveness is typically achieved?
Do guys not know that most real women dabble-diet or restrict their eating in some ways? Even if it’s just the “no simple carbs” or “all whole grains” or “chocolatey cereal instead of a Twix bar (a classic trade-off)”, or the “not making a habit of eating dessert” thing or the errant “cleanse” or “The Zone Diet for health and pant size reduction” or on the more extreme side there’s what I like to call “Fiona Apple Vegetarianism” (this is where women either become veggie b/c of the inherent caloric reduction OR they use the veggie label to hide a more serious condition. Fiona Apple famously did both). Really though, when guys see those annoying KFC sauceless hot wing commercials, do they think that those whisper thin actresses actually ate fried chicken wings under the hot lights, take after take, for the entire day it took to film that commercial? Of course they didn’t, but if they did, they sure as hell met up at Crunch gym the next day and took as many step classes and sweated MSG onto as many ellipticals as they could before passing out.
Seriously. Try to imagine this woman going to town on a bucket of Original Recipe. You can’t, because it’s not possible. Rumor has it that Paris Hilton nearly tore a hole in her esophagus trying to eliminate the remnants of that Carl’s Jr burger she famously shilled for. Actually, that’s not a rumor at all. I totally made that up. But it’s probably true.
I’m not saying all women starve themselves. I’m not saying everyone has an eating disorder. I’m saying that the facts are this (and don’t we all know it): That the ideal female body is not possible for most women. That the ideal female body is certainly not possible on a junk-food diet. That the ideal female body typically is the product of some kind of thought or effort. Really, looking the accepted definition of “good” these days is no accident. Example: anyone who has seen a red carpet picture from this season’s awards ceremonies can tell you that we are indeed currently living under the tyranny of the Perfectly Toned Arm. A few years ago it was the Bare-able Abs. Before that, the Skeksis Clavicle (see also: Flockhart, Calista). And earlier still: the Circumference-of-a-Jar-of-Peanut-Butter-Thighs (no really, Kate Moss, thank you).
So, how is it possible that guys aren’t aware of this? Do they not ever sit through those annoying Yoplait commercials? Are guys really this naive about the monster that they themselves have created?
Ladies, please tell me I’m not losing my mind and that I’m not the only one who has met some kind of recently-unfrozen Encino Man that needs me to teach him about the modern world. Have any of you ever met a guy that was surprised that women have to diet, or at least taken aback when you had to refuse entering a Krispy Creme eating competition with him?
I’ll be over here. Wheezing the Ju-uice. Noshing on some grindage.
January 28, 2009 at 5:08 pm
I haven’t met this particular guy, to my awareness – I have more been subjected to the “why AREN’T you on a diet” types, who conversely (though equally perversely) expect all women to be on diets, all the time.
Whether THEY think I’m fat becomes beside the point. They expect ME to think that I’m fat. I get far more questions from men about my eating habits than I do from women, although the general “you’re always eating!” comments seem to be about even.
I, THANKFULLY, do not have a fucked up relationship with food. But I sometimes feel that I am expected to, which is plenty fucked up in itself.
January 28, 2009 at 5:11 pm
Damn the tyranny of the Perfectly Toned Arm! And damn women’s magazines for telling me what ‘arm sausages’ are. Before then, I was perfectly content with those little flabbity bits, but ever since, I notice them and feel bad. And then I feel bad for taking notice of New Idea. And then I feel bad because I still have arm sausages. And then I want to get a very large axe and given glossy mags the world over an editing they’ll never forget.
Damn them all, I say! Behold: the Real Arm Revolution! With Rosie the Welder as our mascot, we shall take up arms against a sea of troubles and by opposition end them. Bastards.
January 28, 2009 at 6:17 pm
God what a great post. I just bought some of that fucking Yoplait yogurt today. And that shit is delicious!
I have fretted about what I eat ever since I hit puberty. Nothing depresses me more profoundly than seeing a photo of myself where I look like I’m packing it on. It’s endless, and I’m not alone. Every woman I know does this to herself.
However, I am noticing men starting to do it to themselves too once they get over 30 and can no longer eat like teenage boys.
But what kills me are the guys with pot bellies and triple chins who still proudly walk around naked. Dated one this summer. Gross. Dude, put some clothes on — it’s not that appealing. Cover up like the chicks do.
January 28, 2009 at 6:36 pm
I’m just glad to know I’m not the only one who has an emergency stash of pb. I swear, most of the blog fights I’ve gotten into have been because my hypoglycemia has set in and I’ve gone mental. (seriously, I go crazy and start shaking and sweating.)
January 28, 2009 at 7:32 pm
Well, he DID just came over to apologize for hogging the microwave…
January 28, 2009 at 8:23 pm
I think it may be a gender difference, but it’s also a life phase issue. I know I had crazy fast metabolism up to the age of 25 and then I realized that I couldn’t eat half of a pizza, fast food, and drink lots of beer every week without it showing on my once no-effort, skinny body.
So, if you had asked the pre-25 me about food issues I’d laugh. But now I just know I can’t eat everything I want and not “pay” for it. But by food issues, I mean that I tend to make healthier choices, not starve or preclude myself from “bad foods” (a sandwich instead of fried noodles, for example).
And I will never be able to have those stupid skinny arms (I got guns!), so I just assume that they’re photoshopped (even when it’s not true) so that I don’t subject myself to unrealistic standards. Denial — gotta love it.
January 28, 2009 at 8:37 pm
Trixie, I’m going to rub my pot belly on you!
January 28, 2009 at 10:14 pm
Everyone know nugs have issues.
January 28, 2009 at 11:43 pm
Feather, THANK YOU. I don’t have issues about food. I like food. I know I shouldn’t always have a box of macaroni and cheese for dinner. But I like macaroni and cheese. And while I might feel like I have a pasta baby after I have a box of it for dinner, that doesn’t bother me overmuch. And the last fellow I dated was a chef and on our first date we both had pork belly for dinner. Yeah, I’m a little heavier right now than I’d like to be, but it’s not bothering me tremendously.
I feel like some site I read sometimes i constantly trying to make me feel like I should be having a fucking nervous breakdown over ever cheeseburger I eat. You know, I won’t. I like cheeseburgers. People who have problems with cheeseburgers should get help. I shouldn’t have to feel like I’m not succeeding at 21st century neurosis for not agonizing over every bite I put in my mouth. She said before she went to get some more whiskey.
January 29, 2009 at 2:27 am
@sarrible: Yes, I can has cheeseburger!
January 29, 2009 at 7:01 am
I didn’t really notice until I hit that late 20s/30-ish range. I just exercised more because damned if I’m gonna stop eating. I have a Sicilian family and I’ll get serious grief if I try that. Going vegetarian (mostly) confused them for over 10 years.
Then I royally screwed up my back and hip about 5 years ago and spent 3 years in a whirl of vicoden, flexeril, lexapro, klonopin, and a trip through the hell that is lyrica, and gained 60 lbs. I’m doing better now after finding a competent doctor who didn’t automatically want to drug me/plunge big needles into my spinal column, I have a dog who has to be walked every day, and I’m back in grad school which means I’m partially living on protein bars, the peanut butter in the desk and fruit (I’m hypoglycemic and have the medicalert necklace to prove it) and I’ve probably dropped 50.
I do think a lot more about what I eat, but mostly because I’m sick of buying clothes when I change sizes every few months. I never should have gotten rid of my old jeans when I moved. Right now it’s winter for serious here, though, and baggy sweaters are very forgiving, so if I want to go to the microbrewery and get 5 cheese mac and cheese and a few pints on the rare occasions I have time and money, I’ll cut anyone who gets in my way.
January 29, 2009 at 8:20 am
Tailfeather, I feel the same way!
I came to the conclusion long ago that I would rather work out like a feind than diet. Life’s too short to live without macaroni and cheese and cheeseburgers and bacon, so if I need to include some running and yoga to offset that, all the better.
The issue that I DO have with food is self-consciousness about how much I eat. Because I’m a girl and I’m not supposed to eat a giant 1.5-pound burrito. Even though I can. And kinda want to.
January 29, 2009 at 9:52 am
I can tell you how a lot of men think about women and food, but it’s pretty simplistic and hardly going to improve how you see us.
There are usually two broad generalizations about women and food at play and they are mirror images of one another. The first is the idea that “If you’re thin, you’re obviously not dieting, because why would a thin person diet? And if you’re heavier, you’re obviously dieting because why would you want to be heavy?” Needless the say, the other generalization is “If you’re thin, you’re obviously dieting and if you’re heavy you’re obviously not.”
Yes, these are broad and black & white, but this is how the people who keep Hooters in business tend to think.
January 29, 2009 at 11:40 am
@bangieb: !!! cheh-eee-say.
January 29, 2009 at 12:10 pm
Men don’t seem to get it about makeup, either.
January 29, 2009 at 1:12 pm
But Mac, the bigger question: do you care, one way or the other? If you really like a woman, do you care if she is skinny or plump, if she eats or doesn’t eat?
January 29, 2009 at 1:13 pm
p.s. Tread carefully when you answer this question. You will be tiptoeing into a minefield.
January 29, 2009 at 2:18 pm
Food for me is a pleasure with me that rivals sex. And with food not only can I eat all day (sorry, I’m not 19; nonstop fucking is over) and it’s as good alone as with someone else, so you can be totally self-involved about it. So if you can’t join me on my continuing tour of all the best burger joints in NYC, we cannot break bread together. Your eating habits are only a problem if they interfere with my eating habits…and if you reach for that last french fry, I’m gonna stab you in the hand with my heretofore unused fork.
January 29, 2009 at 2:56 pm
Some don’t realize what goes on with women. Like when I explain to my husband some of the sadistic junior high level mind games that go on with some women he was really surprised. He didn’t quite believe it I think. I am not going to say men don’t operate on that level (some do) But they tend to live in a slightly more…black and white world.
Of course I also once surprised a guy when I attacked a burger like it was the last one on earth. He said it was such a surprise to eat with a girl who didn’t pull the just a salad routine.
I did my time in the eating disorder trenches and I made a pretty conscious choice that I was going to eat as I pleased. I am never going to be a size two but damn I am having a good time.
But I get you when it comes to the low blood sugar thing. I can turn into a raging beast and my husband has to say, “you need to go and eat now. You forgot to eat again.”
January 29, 2009 at 3:10 pm
Well, this guy is a fucking dumbass and showed MASSIVE amounts of privilege by what he said. I mean, watch a fucking Hardee’s commercial, shithead. What do you think they mean when they say “chick food”? They certainly aren’t talking about anything with carbs or fat or that comes in large quantities.
That kind of shit annoys the shit out of me–I don’t think some dudes understand that that those skinny, skinny women that they see didn’t get that way by eating food. There’s this myth of the “hot” (skinny) girl who eats steaks and pizza and shit and that’s considered really awesome, but it’s not realistic, obviously.
I have had a problem with food and eating since I was 8 or so. I loooooooooovvvve food and I grew very quickly, so I ate a lot of it. At some point in time, it occurred to me that I wasn’t “supposed” to eat as much as I did and I’ve been embarrassed by what I eat ever since. I seriously think that the server is judging me when I order a cheeseburger, or that they look at my empty plate when they take it away and think, “God, what a fatass,” or since I am a “normal weight”, “Is she going to puke that up later?” I don’t think this about other people, so I don’t know why I think they’d think that about me. This kind of thinking also leads me to binge in private, which I even hide from my husband (though I am TONS better about that than I used to be). I don’t think I have an eating disorder, but my eating is certainly disordered. I know that I binge to exert control (for some people, binging may be related to feeling out of control, but I often make very deliberate decisions about what I will binge and when I will binge) and, many times, to punish myself.
Ummm, I am totally getting off-topic and unloading my food woes, which isn’t what this post is about!
Anyway, living in a female body is complicated and any man who looked at the world around him would understand that. Unfortunately, a lot of them are oblivious.
January 29, 2009 at 4:03 pm
i really dont see why we care if guys get it or not. my happiness doesn’t revolve around whether or not some guy “understands” my food issues. Hell, I’m still trying to wrap my own brain around them!
January 29, 2009 at 4:41 pm
@truculent: I don’t mean to pry or step out of place, but I would think the fact that you binge and purge at all, even occasionally, would indicate at least a mild ED (if ED can ever be mild). Mind, this is not something I have personally struggled with and claim no expertise in the arena, and it’s obviously something you’ve thought about. But it sounds like this is something that you might need to address?
Again, as an anonymous internet commenter, this is not my business, but I appreciated the honesty and thoughfulness of your comment and this is my reaction: throwing up if you’re ill or have drunk too much (and this should be a rarity, not the norm) is one thing, but inducing a purge because you feel that you’ve binged on food is some form of an eating disorder.
January 29, 2009 at 6:01 pm
Mac: Mmmmmmmm … cheeseburgers. Do you know how badly I have wanted one all week? I keep forgetting to buy hamburger buns.
How do you feel about fried chicken? Because I really want to try to find the best fried chicken in D.C.
January 29, 2009 at 6:26 pm
@bangmaster: My speciality is to eat an entire BBQ chicken. No cutlery, a little mayo, some salt, and I’m there. The first time my husband saw me sit down to do it, he was like, ‘there’s no way you can eat that entire chicken.’ And then I did. That was before we were together. Now, whenever we go to the shops and I salivate over the BBQ chicken roasting rack, he gives me this sneaky look and grins, as if to say, ‘Do we need to get two?’ Then again, he can eat whole family blocks of chocolate by himself, so it balances out. Love that man. :)
January 29, 2009 at 7:59 pm
@tailfeather: It sounded to me like T&U binges but DOESN’T purge.
January 29, 2009 at 9:49 pm
BDJ – you aren’t the *least* bit crazy (but you knew that!).
IMO, the problem is that for so long there was a negative (asshole male) stereotype of the gal who only orders a salad – that it means she has low self-esteem or something (God forbid it mean she just wants to eat something relatively healthy). So now NO females want to be perceived in that way. Instead, they order whatever they want and deal with the consequences or work out like crazy to make up for it.
And lots of women seem to feel that men want us to look fit and gorgeous with no effort, so they pretend they have magic metabolisms. I don’t know if it’s because they’re used to dating men who don’t perceive us as actual human beings, or because they just like to indulge in the fantasy themselves, if only for a little while.
The male side of this is deliberate ignorance. If a guy gave half a second’s thought to the reality of what we eat versus how we look, he wouldn’t think such ridiculous things :~P
*end rant*
January 29, 2009 at 11:05 pm
@Mac: food=sex… I second that emotion!
January 30, 2009 at 1:30 am
Jen, I am so in your boat, except 3/4 of the time I seriously just can’t give a shit for longer than two minutes to do anything about it.
Seriously, this whole new workout thing is about some queer ass togetherness with M, that and the fact that I want to be able to:
a. Run / sprint for at least a half mile in an emergency without, like, DYING.
b. Get stronger. Like, if I need to beat a bitch down stronger.
It’s all motivated by a friend of mine who is doing assistant training at the best self-defense place for women in the country, so I hear, and happens to be in the East Bay. Eventually, when I have the cash, I’m going to take that shit, and I don’t want to be a total fucking pussy when I step through those doors, feez?
TEAM DENIAL, FTW!
If anything, I wish I loved more foods more. Like, adoring tacos and cheeseburgers and steak and cheese and BREAD and butter is all well and good, but I sincerely hope I learn to expand my horizons without the bullshit texture issues that have haunted my entire life thus far, fat ass be damned.
January 30, 2009 at 2:30 am
@cate: Doh, and I read it more than once, too! That’s what happens when you comment while intoxicated – you start accusing people of eating disorders.
January 30, 2009 at 10:28 am
Tailfeather–No problem. It was a long comment. If I purged, I would be super-worried, but I don’t, so I’m just working on my self-esteem and all that great shit.
January 30, 2009 at 11:44 am
@fozmeadows: I am seriously impressed by your chicken-eating skillz.
I will try to refrain by seeing if I can do this, as well.
My other BIG hangup is when I go out to eat with a guy and I order a burger and he orders a salad or (recent, real-life example), I order sweetbreads and he orders scallops, and put the wrong order in front of me. Because OF COURSE a girl is going to get the salad or the fish instead of meat.
January 30, 2009 at 4:16 pm
I too get low blood sugar, and god help the asshat who prevents me from eating when it hits.
I’ve discovered that a lot of guys don’t really notice or care about what women are eating or not eating. And I spent all of my high school years starving myself for nothing. How very silly of me.
January 31, 2009 at 11:14 pm
all i have to say is blaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrghhhhhh!!!!!! my relationship with food is sooooo love/hate. as in, i love it too much, can’t fit in my pants, so i diet and then get all addicted to dieting and get too thin, then do it all over again.
@truculent: i totally hear you–starving myself and binging and purging are all about control to me too. i only binge and purge during times of stress. and unfortch, it’s all together too easy for me to hide since my bf works 24 hour shifts. i will even go to several markets and/or restaurants to buy supplies, and i’ll buy normal stuff–like produce, bread, eggs whatever from the market along with the ice cream, chips, cookies and soda, so people don’t judge me.
February 2, 2009 at 9:38 pm
@bangmaster: I know! And, related whinge, I hate when male barstaff/restaraunt dudes will put a straw in my glass of water, but not my husband’s. It’s like, dude: boobies doesn’t mean my mouth works any different, but do it again, and yours won’t work at all.
February 2, 2009 at 10:10 pm
@ fozmeadows : lipstick
February 3, 2009 at 7:37 pm
@ M: True, but you’d hardly put a straw in beer for the sake of lipstick. Also, I don’t wear any.