You know what I like?
I like it when skinny-jean wearing hipster-Christians talk about how “Fat gluttonous pastors will get up on stage and talk about living like Jesus,” and then compare them to worship leaders who visit prostitutes.
I really like it when they write these articles on their brand new iProducts (made with real Slave Labor[TM] and assembled at a suicide factory!)
And I absolutely LOVE it when they conflate obesity with gluttony, and forget that the POOR in America are the most prone to obesity, but the RICH (and middle class) use far more resources.
You see, Gluttony isn’t about weighing too much to put a full-body photo of yourself on your blog as promotional material. It’s about devouring all you want, without concern for those who are going without.
Back in the day, those were correlated. But today, in America? No-name hot dogs are 99 cents per package. Fresh fish is often ten times that much. White bread? 99 cents a loaf. Health-conscious stone-ground wheat? Two or three times that much. Low-grade, high-fat ground beef? You guessed it, 99 cents a pound. Boneless, skinless chicken breast? Four times that much.
It looks like we fat gluttons “got 99 problems, but being rich ain’t one.”
I know I’m sensitive about this, because I’m a super-heavyweight myself. But the thing is, I freely acknowledge my gluttony. I am a glutton.
I’m not a glutton because of my waistband.
I’m not a glutton because of my BMI.
I AM a glutton because I use resources carelessly.
I AM a glutton because I buy and throw things away for no good reason.
I AM a glutton because I’m hip-deep in the stream of cheap consumer goods that flood into America like lemmings over a cliff.
I AM a glutton because lights stay on in my house. The DVR is on non-stop, scanning, waiting to record. I’m always charging something. Like most of my countrymen, I use electricity like it’s free.
I AM a glutton because I drive wherever I want, without stopping to think how much gas I’m using.
And chances are, if you’re an American, you are too.
Even if you squeeze your hips into 28″ waist blue jeans, and still have enough room in your pocket for your iPhone.