Give me a break.
The latest big news in the health world (besides the guy who lost 20-something pounds eating Twinkies and Doritos) is that the City of San Francisco’s Board of Supervisors banned Happy Meals with toys.
Yes, childhood obesity is a huge problem in dire need of intervention. And I do agree that addressing this issue will likely require a series of small victories. But in my opinion, this is nothing to get excited about. It’s actually pretty ridiculous when you think about it.
It’s been ages since I set foot inside of a fast food restaurant. However, in all of my previous visits, I can’t seem to recall witnessing any seven year-olds ordering their own Happy Meals with their own money.
I’ve been spending my Sunday lying on the couch re-reading Appetite for Profit by Michele Simon and half-watching Favre and Brady battle it out (never mind, it’s Jackson and Brady now). My intention was to blog about the underhanded public relations games the food industry plays in order to bolster its image and dodge legislation. But that will have to wait until tomorrow. Instead, I feel the need to get something off my chest.
I pride myself on being a realist. I guess you can say I swallowed the red pill, choosing to see the world for what it really is. I know that there will never come a day when the aisles of my local grocery store are lined with whole organic foods. I am more than certain that regardless of how many times that “McDonald’s French Fries Don’t Decompose” article comes across my Facebook News Feed, people are still going to order them. Let’s just keep it real.