Ok - so, I'm craving raw carrots, and cucumbers. Pizza would be nice too, but I've got a strong hankering for the former.
I'm feeling really weak. I slept for about 9 hours, and managed to take a 2 hour nap today too. Spent a few hours in the sun at the pool with a friend, which I think didn't help my energy level. Prior to that I took a quick walk to the store (about 5 blocks one way) so I had some energy today.
A few muscle pains when walking up stairs, but nothing too uncomfortable. Tongue is still a bit on the white side, but still noticeably pink. Breath is still manageable, but I do taste a bit of funk. Weird thing though? I swear to god I've tasted solid bits of food in my mouth and have no idea where they're coming from. I'm not a shabby oral hygiene kind of guy with flossing daily and brushing my teeth twice a day, so I think it's just psychological.
Going to spend the evening watching television, being lazy, and go into work early tomorrow.
Weight 7.17.10 - 181.0
Weight 7.18.10 - 179.5
Weight 7.19.10 - 177.5
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Day One
So, day one is almost over. I forgot how easy the first day was. Today, there were very few cravings or urges to eat. The only thing that's tempting right now is the pizza from the Domino's commercial.
Physically, I'm getting a little bit of a headache and had some ache-y spots in joints that I don't remember feeling. It's quite possible I get these aches daily, but I'm just not paying attention to it and right now I feel hyper aware. I did try to have some cigarettes today which caused a massive heart race (and by massive I mean my pulse was 180). Needless to say, I threw the rest of the pack away. I had intended on doing the "after this pack" bullshit; but then my rationalizations hit me and I just chucked the whole pack.
If I'm dumpster diving later, it's just me having a nicotine fit - ignore me!
Tongue seems a little whiter than normal, but nothing too shocking there. Breath isn't funktacular yet and started my backside cleansing. It's surprisingly refreshing.
So far, I've had about 120 ounces of water today, which I think is a little on the low side.
Weight 7.17.10 - 181.0
Weight 7.18.10 - 179.5
Physically, I'm getting a little bit of a headache and had some ache-y spots in joints that I don't remember feeling. It's quite possible I get these aches daily, but I'm just not paying attention to it and right now I feel hyper aware. I did try to have some cigarettes today which caused a massive heart race (and by massive I mean my pulse was 180). Needless to say, I threw the rest of the pack away. I had intended on doing the "after this pack" bullshit; but then my rationalizations hit me and I just chucked the whole pack.
If I'm dumpster diving later, it's just me having a nicotine fit - ignore me!
Tongue seems a little whiter than normal, but nothing too shocking there. Breath isn't funktacular yet and started my backside cleansing. It's surprisingly refreshing.
So far, I've had about 120 ounces of water today, which I think is a little on the low side.
Weight 7.17.10 - 181.0
Weight 7.18.10 - 179.5
Friday, July 16, 2010
Pre-fast
I'm going to neglect to make any lengthy comments on why I haven't written anything in 2 months. I'll just say - busy.
That said, I thought this upcoming activity would be something blog-worthy. Tomorrow, Saturday, July 17th will begin my second water fast. My first one did not go for as long as planned, back in March. I attempted a 5-day fast and ended up going 3 1/2. This time, I'm not going to put a time frame on it; my goal is to go as long as my body signals to me that I need it. Ideally, I'd like to go 14 or 21 days; but if my body gives me the message that I need to end it at 7, I will.
I don't think 7 days will cut it, frankly. I know I have plenty of toxins built up from over the years. Especially considering I smoked for 16 years, did some illegal drugs in my day, drank like a fish during my early 20s, ate like crap for 7 years back in Atlanta, and live in metro Los Angeles breathing smog and chemicals daily. I'm also combining this with, yet another attempt to quit smoking. Combine hunger pains with nicotine withdrawl and I suspect it's not going to be a very pleasant experience for the first few days.
As much as I'd like to think that my "clean" diet and lifestyle changes as of recent have "fixed" my body, I'm too rational and logical to not realize that a year of being a health nut do not combat 20+ years of being a typical American. I'm looking forward to getting the nicotine out of my system along with all the other gunk that's been really affecting me. I think as I got closer to the weight I'm at (181 lbs.) all that's left are fat deposits that are filled with shit, which upon my research and understanding of my body, will affect my mood, energy level, and appetite. It's time to give my body a break, and allow it to totally focus on cleanup.
Hence: the fast.
I'm anticipating some pretty foul days and know from my past experience, even from my short fast, that I'm due for some unpleasantness. I suspect my breath will get to a point where it will wither roses and melt paint off a car, my tongue will get covered in a white-thrushlike residue, and I think my perspiration will probably smell like old skin/beauty products. I'll be sure to keep you updated!
When my tongue clears up and "true hunger" returns, that's when I suspect I'll stop the fast. Depending on how long I go, for every 5 days on the fast, I'll do 1 day of pasteurized juice only (without added sugar), and then slowly work my way back into raw fruits and veggies. I'll build back up to beans and rice over the next couple of weeks.
This is the part I'm sure my mother will want to know, I'm also going to go through a daily enema process - in the evenings, because as much as I want to play "Beat the Clock" on the commute to work, I'll pass. I didn't do this on my first fast and realized that this was a bad decision. Once you stop intaking food, your digestive system shuts down. Therefore, you stop expelling residue from your bowels. I've read too much and also know, that there is plenty of caked up crap (no pun intended) in your colon to not take the steps to assist your body in removing it.
I'll be sure to take pictures and post them. Wouldn't that be great?
I'll try to make daily updates, and we'll see how it goes.
That said, I thought this upcoming activity would be something blog-worthy. Tomorrow, Saturday, July 17th will begin my second water fast. My first one did not go for as long as planned, back in March. I attempted a 5-day fast and ended up going 3 1/2. This time, I'm not going to put a time frame on it; my goal is to go as long as my body signals to me that I need it. Ideally, I'd like to go 14 or 21 days; but if my body gives me the message that I need to end it at 7, I will.
I don't think 7 days will cut it, frankly. I know I have plenty of toxins built up from over the years. Especially considering I smoked for 16 years, did some illegal drugs in my day, drank like a fish during my early 20s, ate like crap for 7 years back in Atlanta, and live in metro Los Angeles breathing smog and chemicals daily. I'm also combining this with, yet another attempt to quit smoking. Combine hunger pains with nicotine withdrawl and I suspect it's not going to be a very pleasant experience for the first few days.
As much as I'd like to think that my "clean" diet and lifestyle changes as of recent have "fixed" my body, I'm too rational and logical to not realize that a year of being a health nut do not combat 20+ years of being a typical American. I'm looking forward to getting the nicotine out of my system along with all the other gunk that's been really affecting me. I think as I got closer to the weight I'm at (181 lbs.) all that's left are fat deposits that are filled with shit, which upon my research and understanding of my body, will affect my mood, energy level, and appetite. It's time to give my body a break, and allow it to totally focus on cleanup.
Hence: the fast.
I'm anticipating some pretty foul days and know from my past experience, even from my short fast, that I'm due for some unpleasantness. I suspect my breath will get to a point where it will wither roses and melt paint off a car, my tongue will get covered in a white-thrushlike residue, and I think my perspiration will probably smell like old skin/beauty products. I'll be sure to keep you updated!
When my tongue clears up and "true hunger" returns, that's when I suspect I'll stop the fast. Depending on how long I go, for every 5 days on the fast, I'll do 1 day of pasteurized juice only (without added sugar), and then slowly work my way back into raw fruits and veggies. I'll build back up to beans and rice over the next couple of weeks.
This is the part I'm sure my mother will want to know, I'm also going to go through a daily enema process - in the evenings, because as much as I want to play "Beat the Clock" on the commute to work, I'll pass. I didn't do this on my first fast and realized that this was a bad decision. Once you stop intaking food, your digestive system shuts down. Therefore, you stop expelling residue from your bowels. I've read too much and also know, that there is plenty of caked up crap (no pun intended) in your colon to not take the steps to assist your body in removing it.
I'll be sure to take pictures and post them. Wouldn't that be great?
I'll try to make daily updates, and we'll see how it goes.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
"We don't return security deposits."
I’ve never had an issue with a landlord. Granted, most of my experience was back in Georgia; but I cannot recall an apartment complex that was mismanaged or that I ever raised a concern about. This era of my life has changed.
I originally moved back to California in March of 2007. My company at the time flew me out here to find a place to live, along with help setting up their new Los Angeles office. During this week, I had to scramble and an apartment and one that would accept my two dogs, sight unseen. The second place I looked, I found my current apartment and the owner/landlord was kind, responsive, and attentive. I had to pay a rather hefty deposit since my only California rental history was a 6 month lease in 2000 (aside from my UCLA dorm rooms which, sadly, do not count).
Larry, my landlord, owned the building until the mortgage fallout and was forced to liquidate one of his properties to maintain his others. My building was the one selected to be sold. The new owner then hired a property management company called Capital Realty Advisors. They took over the building and gave the initial impression that this would be a smooth and uneventful transition. This was far from the truth.
The issues started with one of the tenants in my 7 unit building having some “sketchy” guests over for 5 minutes at 3am, publically shooting up (what I can only guess was heroin or meth), loud noises late at night, having guests bring laundry over and use our only washer/dryer, guests sleeping behind the building/in a garage, police involvement for outstanding warrants, physically assaulting another resident, and finally theft of personal property. Needless to say, these nuisances were afforded every courtesy under the law and it took them four months to get them out. During this time, the management company did nothing – except for two weeks before the removal, installing two locking doors, which did nothing to solve the problem.
Furthermore, we’ve had issues with getting any maintenance completed. When they took over the building in June of 2009 they demanded a list of all outstanding repairs and then proceeded to… not repair them. I eventually sent in a demand to have certain things repaired (like the peeling paint and drywall in my shower). It only took four months and three missed appointments to get that done.
I’ve always been a good tenant. My rent has never been late; I don’t cause issues nor do I complain about stupid stuff. I have no idea why they treat their residents like we’re just property. The building, exterior-wise, has fallen into disrepair. Compound this with the fact that they have said, in no mincing of words, “We don’t return security deposits.” Really? The boldness of their words is startling.
Despite that fact that this is illegal they seem to be getting away with this. Thankfully. I know the law, and I’m not afraid to use it. Kiss my ass Capital Realty Advisors.
I originally moved back to California in March of 2007. My company at the time flew me out here to find a place to live, along with help setting up their new Los Angeles office. During this week, I had to scramble and an apartment and one that would accept my two dogs, sight unseen. The second place I looked, I found my current apartment and the owner/landlord was kind, responsive, and attentive. I had to pay a rather hefty deposit since my only California rental history was a 6 month lease in 2000 (aside from my UCLA dorm rooms which, sadly, do not count).
Larry, my landlord, owned the building until the mortgage fallout and was forced to liquidate one of his properties to maintain his others. My building was the one selected to be sold. The new owner then hired a property management company called Capital Realty Advisors. They took over the building and gave the initial impression that this would be a smooth and uneventful transition. This was far from the truth.
The issues started with one of the tenants in my 7 unit building having some “sketchy” guests over for 5 minutes at 3am, publically shooting up (what I can only guess was heroin or meth), loud noises late at night, having guests bring laundry over and use our only washer/dryer, guests sleeping behind the building/in a garage, police involvement for outstanding warrants, physically assaulting another resident, and finally theft of personal property. Needless to say, these nuisances were afforded every courtesy under the law and it took them four months to get them out. During this time, the management company did nothing – except for two weeks before the removal, installing two locking doors, which did nothing to solve the problem.
Furthermore, we’ve had issues with getting any maintenance completed. When they took over the building in June of 2009 they demanded a list of all outstanding repairs and then proceeded to… not repair them. I eventually sent in a demand to have certain things repaired (like the peeling paint and drywall in my shower). It only took four months and three missed appointments to get that done.
I’ve always been a good tenant. My rent has never been late; I don’t cause issues nor do I complain about stupid stuff. I have no idea why they treat their residents like we’re just property. The building, exterior-wise, has fallen into disrepair. Compound this with the fact that they have said, in no mincing of words, “We don’t return security deposits.” Really? The boldness of their words is startling.
Despite that fact that this is illegal they seem to be getting away with this. Thankfully. I know the law, and I’m not afraid to use it. Kiss my ass Capital Realty Advisors.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Irresponsbility
I really enjoy this title. You don't know where I'm going to go with it. Hell, I really don't know. Kidding. At least click the link at the bottom of my rant if you get tired of reading it.
I linked another blog on my Facebook page that talked about this ridiculous new sandwich that KFC has put on the market. I swear to god, someday, I will wake up and it will be a dream. Sadly, however, I recalled that Wendy's has it's own version of instant death on the market called the Baconator. Most of anything on the Carl's Jr menu is a mixture of unhealthy crap with unhealthy crap.
Why am I surprised? I fully understand some people are not ready to embrace veganism and fully understand that a majority of people will continue to support the animal abuse and torture industry and eat meat. I get it. I'm not going to be an ass about their choice. I, futhermore, understand that hamburgers and hot dogs will be sold and remain on the market. I'm a realist.
What I'm repulsed about, is that someone would eat this piece of crap knowing (and yes, everyone KNOWS that this saturated fat and cholesterol soaked shit is bad for their arteries) how bad it is for them. What further perplexes me is with the huge shift in the fast food industry promoting healthy alternatives: how could something like this get to the public?
Oh, yeah. Corporate greed. You can produce this "sandwich" cheaply from chicken byproducts that you call patties, cheap cheese, and byproduct bacon and sell it as a STEAL to the lower classes as a filling, delicious meal, and make some bank in the process. Who cares if you're going to send thousands to their early grave's? I mean, they have the CHOICE to eat it, right?
Of course, they have the choice to put it in their fucking mouths but it doesn't absolve you of your negligence, selfishness, greediness, or repulsiveness. You mislead the public about the safety of your product to make a buck. You produce your ingredients for bottom dollar, without the public health interest as a fleeting thought. It's this foulness that makes these corporate fucks destined to the 9th level of hell.
Tobacco companies gave people a CHOICE to use their product and look at where they are now.
When did the safety and quality of food become secondary concerns for providing food to the public?
I highly recommend FOOD, INC. to anyone who wants to see the state of food in America. This is NOT a vegetarian/vegan documentary but a documentary about the state of food production in our country and the industry that has been built around it. It was nominated for an Academy Award this year and is streamable on NetFlix. It will also be airing, free of charge, on PBS on April 21st. Arm yourself with knowledge. I promise you'll be better off in the long run.
2 minute clip of Food, Inc and the article to go along with it.
Food, Inc Clip
I linked another blog on my Facebook page that talked about this ridiculous new sandwich that KFC has put on the market. I swear to god, someday, I will wake up and it will be a dream. Sadly, however, I recalled that Wendy's has it's own version of instant death on the market called the Baconator. Most of anything on the Carl's Jr menu is a mixture of unhealthy crap with unhealthy crap.
Why am I surprised? I fully understand some people are not ready to embrace veganism and fully understand that a majority of people will continue to support the animal abuse and torture industry and eat meat. I get it. I'm not going to be an ass about their choice. I, futhermore, understand that hamburgers and hot dogs will be sold and remain on the market. I'm a realist.
What I'm repulsed about, is that someone would eat this piece of crap knowing (and yes, everyone KNOWS that this saturated fat and cholesterol soaked shit is bad for their arteries) how bad it is for them. What further perplexes me is with the huge shift in the fast food industry promoting healthy alternatives: how could something like this get to the public?
Oh, yeah. Corporate greed. You can produce this "sandwich" cheaply from chicken byproducts that you call patties, cheap cheese, and byproduct bacon and sell it as a STEAL to the lower classes as a filling, delicious meal, and make some bank in the process. Who cares if you're going to send thousands to their early grave's? I mean, they have the CHOICE to eat it, right?
Of course, they have the choice to put it in their fucking mouths but it doesn't absolve you of your negligence, selfishness, greediness, or repulsiveness. You mislead the public about the safety of your product to make a buck. You produce your ingredients for bottom dollar, without the public health interest as a fleeting thought. It's this foulness that makes these corporate fucks destined to the 9th level of hell.
Tobacco companies gave people a CHOICE to use their product and look at where they are now.
When did the safety and quality of food become secondary concerns for providing food to the public?
I highly recommend FOOD, INC. to anyone who wants to see the state of food in America. This is NOT a vegetarian/vegan documentary but a documentary about the state of food production in our country and the industry that has been built around it. It was nominated for an Academy Award this year and is streamable on NetFlix. It will also be airing, free of charge, on PBS on April 21st. Arm yourself with knowledge. I promise you'll be better off in the long run.
2 minute clip of Food, Inc and the article to go along with it.
Food, Inc Clip
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
It's A Renter's Market
The title is misleading, I know. Here's your bait and switch.
Let me preface with: I hate apartment hunting. Hate. I would rather put out a lit cigarette in my eye. If I still smoked; I would do that right now.
Why do I hate this process so? A variety of reason - one of which are my dogs. I understand some people want to be "pet friendly" but don't want to allow in pitbulls so they make their acceptance of pets conditional in listings. This just adds another level of hell for my screening process, since it requires a call to the apartment manager and sometimes you get conflicting information. Add in the fact that my big girl is a whopping 48 pounds (yes, I weighed her last night, and it was quite amusing to anyone who was watching) and is going to be 11 years old shortly and my situation gets a little more complicated than most.
The second reason is just trying to find listings. There's no real central place to go here in Los Angeles. Driving around will net you a ton of numbers, at the cost of gas, but there's absolutely no initial screening involved that you get in other places. I'd venture to say 40% of all listings in LA are just done by hanging a sign. The remainder get thrown on craigslist or, shudder, the paper. Craigslist is spammed daily by people putting up the same listing, over and over, so it get tedious to sort through and the remaining sites out there just don't have any quality listings (apartments.com and rent.com have NO listings for West Hollywood - which is far from reality).
Next we get to the actual apartment visit. This is where the apartment manager tends to say obvious shit in case you missed it. "The apartment has hardwood floors." Really? I just thought this was REALLY tough carpet. Thanks Sherlock! Sherlock tends to get pushy and trys to make you sign something at this point. He'll even try to get you to make the deposit and first month's rent right away. Sorry, I'm just not that keen on writing $2,000 checks on my first viewing of the apartment before I can do some sideline research. But I guess some people need an apartment right away - those kind of people trying to outrun the feds or some shit.
Now comes the sideline research. For me, before I pick a place to live, I want to make sure that it's a safe area and that it's going to be convenient to the places I need/want to go to all the time. I'll check the LAPD crime website which shows a map of all the major crimes that have hit the immediate area around an address. I'll check the registered sex offenders site as well to make sure I'm not near some pervert cluster (or at least make sure they're cute before I move in). Then I'll just goggle the closest Target, Whole Foods, 24 Hour Fitness, and Petsmart.
Then comes the actual application process and signing away of your life. Then the packing and the moving (do I need to elaborate on how much THIS SHIT sucks?).
After reading this - maybe, I'm just a neurotic freak... I dunno. I just don't want to move somewhere for a year that I'm going to regret.
Nah, I'm a neurotic freak.
Let me preface with: I hate apartment hunting. Hate. I would rather put out a lit cigarette in my eye. If I still smoked; I would do that right now.
Why do I hate this process so? A variety of reason - one of which are my dogs. I understand some people want to be "pet friendly" but don't want to allow in pitbulls so they make their acceptance of pets conditional in listings. This just adds another level of hell for my screening process, since it requires a call to the apartment manager and sometimes you get conflicting information. Add in the fact that my big girl is a whopping 48 pounds (yes, I weighed her last night, and it was quite amusing to anyone who was watching) and is going to be 11 years old shortly and my situation gets a little more complicated than most.
The second reason is just trying to find listings. There's no real central place to go here in Los Angeles. Driving around will net you a ton of numbers, at the cost of gas, but there's absolutely no initial screening involved that you get in other places. I'd venture to say 40% of all listings in LA are just done by hanging a sign. The remainder get thrown on craigslist or, shudder, the paper. Craigslist is spammed daily by people putting up the same listing, over and over, so it get tedious to sort through and the remaining sites out there just don't have any quality listings (apartments.com and rent.com have NO listings for West Hollywood - which is far from reality).
Next we get to the actual apartment visit. This is where the apartment manager tends to say obvious shit in case you missed it. "The apartment has hardwood floors." Really? I just thought this was REALLY tough carpet. Thanks Sherlock! Sherlock tends to get pushy and trys to make you sign something at this point. He'll even try to get you to make the deposit and first month's rent right away. Sorry, I'm just not that keen on writing $2,000 checks on my first viewing of the apartment before I can do some sideline research. But I guess some people need an apartment right away - those kind of people trying to outrun the feds or some shit.
Now comes the sideline research. For me, before I pick a place to live, I want to make sure that it's a safe area and that it's going to be convenient to the places I need/want to go to all the time. I'll check the LAPD crime website which shows a map of all the major crimes that have hit the immediate area around an address. I'll check the registered sex offenders site as well to make sure I'm not near some pervert cluster (or at least make sure they're cute before I move in). Then I'll just goggle the closest Target, Whole Foods, 24 Hour Fitness, and Petsmart.
Then comes the actual application process and signing away of your life. Then the packing and the moving (do I need to elaborate on how much THIS SHIT sucks?).
After reading this - maybe, I'm just a neurotic freak... I dunno. I just don't want to move somewhere for a year that I'm going to regret.
Nah, I'm a neurotic freak.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Paying Attention
So now that I've made my switch to being vegan, I'm slowly working the rest of all of my vices out of the woodwork. During this process, I've noticed something else has arisen, unexpectedly. I've become hyper-aware of all the bullshit in advertising and the media.
I can't explain it, or even put a finger on where it's coming from. I can, however, tell you that it's a burning fire of anger that usually crops up hearing pure and utter crap. This usually culminates in an intense desire to punch the fuck out of my television, toss it out the window, hit it with my car, set it on fire, and then take a steaming whizz on the ashes. Realistically, it's not my television's fault - nor do I feel like replacing it, quite yet, so I've managed to contain my Office Space moment.
Here's are a few examples of stuff that I've seen recently. The Biggest Loser on NBC is a great inspirational show I concede, hence why I was watching it. The commercials that regularly go out during the show it seems are not enough advertisement. So, NBC has sold little minispots during the show for which the producers cleverly disguise into the show (for which these exists not enough sarcasm for me to express how blatant they are). Once of these big minispots that comes up often is for Extra Sugar Free Gum. I could tolerate this, despite the fact that it only has 5 calories a slice because it's a chemical shitstorm and is sweetened with aspartame... yum!
I could not forgive the 2 minute infomercial they did for cow's milk. Boasting the nutritional benefits and re-emphasizing the high source of protein and calcium contained within. Furthermore, they added dialogue that implied that if you don't drink milk you won't get calcium anywhere else. What they forgot to mention was the blood and pus that goes into every glass, along with the hormones, antibiotics, and chemical crap that gets poured into this "nectar of the gods." The conveniently leave all of these details out to promote this known carcinogen.
This shames me, tremendously. Not in the fact that a majority of Americans are ignorant to the negative aspects of drinking dairy; but that I live in a country whose government actually subsidizes and advertises for this industry (Happy cows come from California was a government ad campaign). It shames me that when I get the question, "But where do you get your calcium," that people look at me like I've grown a third head when I explain I get it from the same place the cow's do... greens. It's like they thought that cow's were blessed with a special organ in their bodies that makes calcium.
Another gem of a commercial is for a well-known spaghetti sauce that depicts a young boy feeding his vegetables to his dog, day after day. Then the narrator comes over, "You don't know where you kid's vegetables go" and then he sells Ragu as the savior! Kids won't give their tomato sauce to their dogs; they will actually eat it, because it's so good! And then mom can benefit by knowing that their child has had their vegetable serving! Isn't that RAD!
You know what happened when I didn't finish my plate as a kid? I was forced to do it or I might get punished. Being punished did not amount to "time-out." It generally involved a belt, and my soon to be red ass. I never even considered feeding food I didn't like to a dog, or hiding it. If I was caught - it would be a veritable shitstorm. I ate what was given to me - including meat (and this my parents did have to force down). Hell - as a punishment, my parents once made me eat scrambled eggs without ketchup. That was fucking hell.
Furthermore, this brand of spaghetti sauce isn't the health food that it's made out to be. Certainly, there are much worse - but christ. It has added sugar and salt as two of the main ingredients along with the ubiquitious "Natural Flavors" which could be anything from ground up insects to something further processed. Furthermore, it has oil and more oil added. Adding olive oil wasn't enough - they had to add some soybean oil later on. Let's add in the fact that we've got dehydrated vegetables in this mix. So, don't give me this crap that it's going to be good for kids.
You know what red pasta sauce is supposed to be? A blend of vegetables in a tomato sauce and not some cheap slew of crap with added sugar and salt. The natural sugars of the tomato and other vegetables should be enough... but not for our American pallets. We have to go and fuck up what nature gave us. Which leads to processed crap in a jar and the advertisements telling us how healthy it is.
It's not and it makes me ill that I bought this bullspit for so long and it's be perpetrated upon the American public. Just say it for what it is, "Because we're a nation of convenience, come buy our processed jar of shit that you can leave in a cabinet for a year without fear of spoilage and dump it on some equally processed pasta and you can pretend that this is a healthy alternative - and you can make it in 15 minutes!"
I can't explain it, or even put a finger on where it's coming from. I can, however, tell you that it's a burning fire of anger that usually crops up hearing pure and utter crap. This usually culminates in an intense desire to punch the fuck out of my television, toss it out the window, hit it with my car, set it on fire, and then take a steaming whizz on the ashes. Realistically, it's not my television's fault - nor do I feel like replacing it, quite yet, so I've managed to contain my Office Space moment.
Here's are a few examples of stuff that I've seen recently. The Biggest Loser on NBC is a great inspirational show I concede, hence why I was watching it. The commercials that regularly go out during the show it seems are not enough advertisement. So, NBC has sold little minispots during the show for which the producers cleverly disguise into the show (for which these exists not enough sarcasm for me to express how blatant they are). Once of these big minispots that comes up often is for Extra Sugar Free Gum. I could tolerate this, despite the fact that it only has 5 calories a slice because it's a chemical shitstorm and is sweetened with aspartame... yum!
I could not forgive the 2 minute infomercial they did for cow's milk. Boasting the nutritional benefits and re-emphasizing the high source of protein and calcium contained within. Furthermore, they added dialogue that implied that if you don't drink milk you won't get calcium anywhere else. What they forgot to mention was the blood and pus that goes into every glass, along with the hormones, antibiotics, and chemical crap that gets poured into this "nectar of the gods." The conveniently leave all of these details out to promote this known carcinogen.
This shames me, tremendously. Not in the fact that a majority of Americans are ignorant to the negative aspects of drinking dairy; but that I live in a country whose government actually subsidizes and advertises for this industry (Happy cows come from California was a government ad campaign). It shames me that when I get the question, "But where do you get your calcium," that people look at me like I've grown a third head when I explain I get it from the same place the cow's do... greens. It's like they thought that cow's were blessed with a special organ in their bodies that makes calcium.
Another gem of a commercial is for a well-known spaghetti sauce that depicts a young boy feeding his vegetables to his dog, day after day. Then the narrator comes over, "You don't know where you kid's vegetables go" and then he sells Ragu as the savior! Kids won't give their tomato sauce to their dogs; they will actually eat it, because it's so good! And then mom can benefit by knowing that their child has had their vegetable serving! Isn't that RAD!
You know what happened when I didn't finish my plate as a kid? I was forced to do it or I might get punished. Being punished did not amount to "time-out." It generally involved a belt, and my soon to be red ass. I never even considered feeding food I didn't like to a dog, or hiding it. If I was caught - it would be a veritable shitstorm. I ate what was given to me - including meat (and this my parents did have to force down). Hell - as a punishment, my parents once made me eat scrambled eggs without ketchup. That was fucking hell.
Furthermore, this brand of spaghetti sauce isn't the health food that it's made out to be. Certainly, there are much worse - but christ. It has added sugar and salt as two of the main ingredients along with the ubiquitious "Natural Flavors" which could be anything from ground up insects to something further processed. Furthermore, it has oil and more oil added. Adding olive oil wasn't enough - they had to add some soybean oil later on. Let's add in the fact that we've got dehydrated vegetables in this mix. So, don't give me this crap that it's going to be good for kids.
You know what red pasta sauce is supposed to be? A blend of vegetables in a tomato sauce and not some cheap slew of crap with added sugar and salt. The natural sugars of the tomato and other vegetables should be enough... but not for our American pallets. We have to go and fuck up what nature gave us. Which leads to processed crap in a jar and the advertisements telling us how healthy it is.
It's not and it makes me ill that I bought this bullspit for so long and it's be perpetrated upon the American public. Just say it for what it is, "Because we're a nation of convenience, come buy our processed jar of shit that you can leave in a cabinet for a year without fear of spoilage and dump it on some equally processed pasta and you can pretend that this is a healthy alternative - and you can make it in 15 minutes!"
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