Thursday, January 29, 2004

Sex or food?

I adore sex. I love it, but it seems that in this age of reality-doctored stories. You either have to be talking about something shocking or sexually titillating or writing for 'food-binge for the soul.' Chicken soup, chocolate... Americans are really big into using food as a coping mechanism for their issues. Eating is the perfect practice of displacement. You can eat your worries away and they not so surprisingly end up on your ass or thighs.

Perhaps your moral sensibilities dissuade you from thinking about a good old fashioned sexual romp. Food is a much more accessible release. You don't have to be particularly pretty or charming to indulge in a Krispy Kreme donut. You don't have to pay for dinner and a movie to enjoy Mrs. Fields or a bag of Cheetos and a six pack of Oly.

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