Random Thoughts

Do you ever wonder…

what you would

become

if you

did

not blog

did not ‘gram

did not facebook?

What if…

thoughts,

your stream

of conscious,

could be made

visible, online, for

all to see? Would you

be embarrassed? Or

embrace it? Do

our thoughts

really,

truly,

belong

to ourselves

anymore? What

is writing becoming?

What is writing?

What are

your

thoughts?

 

I originally wrote this in 2013, and it is just as prevalent as ever.

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Food, Inc

For my Sociology class, we had to watch the documentary, Food Inc. This documentary discusses the many ways that food operates in our society- how it’s grown, produced, sold, and eaten. This movie goes deeper than surface level, though, focusing not just on food and eating, but on what we’re allowed to say and know about the food we eat. Through this film, we are able to use the Social Imagination to understand the relationship of food between the larger social forces and the individuals that purchase and eat it. Throughout the years, our relationship with food has changed drastically- the way we eat has changed more in the last 50 years than the last 10,000 years (Kenner). The way we eat now has become a norm that we accept, because we don’t know anything different.

From this film, we can see how food can be related to on a Social Conflict Paradigm, which sees social life as a competition and focuses on the distribution of resources, power, and inequality. During “The Dollar Menu” section of the film, we see a poor family with a mother, father, and two young girls. They don’t have time to cook because they leave at 6am to go to work and don’t get home until 9 or 10. So, they use the small amount of money they have to buy hamburgers from the dollar menu. The mom says, “When you only have a dollar to spend, and two kids to feed, what would you do?” They can buy a hamburger for $1.00 or they can go to the grocery store and wouldn’t even be able to buy a head of lettuce for $1.00. The husband, who is almost forced to eat these horrible foods packed with sugar, salt, and fat now has diabetes due to his diet, and needs to spend hundreds of dollars on his medication. It is obvious that the large, rich, powerful food institutions are benefiting from how food works in our society, while those who don’t have a lot of money lose, big time. The way these hamburgers are made in the factories is a whole different story. Apparently when we eat a hamburger, we are eating the meat from a thousand different cows (Kenner). What?!?

I’m just going to go right out and ask the question- are we poisoning the lower class? The movie states that 1 in 3 Americans born after 2000 will contract early onset diabetes- and in minorities the rate is 1 in 2 (Kenner). The biggest predictor of obesity is income level as well- those who are in the lower economic class are more prone to obesity- and as we can see from this movie, it is because the foods that are affordable are unhealthy, and even poisonous. Of course, the industry blames obesity on a crisis of “personal responsibility” (Kenner). As I sit at Whole Foods to do my homework, I think about how privileged I am to have the ability to choose to eat foods that are organic, range free, grass fed, and healthy. Even still, I have a hard time purchasing a seven dollar salad due to my bank account. After watching this film I feel like I have a moral obligation to help change the way we think about food, and advocate for more honesty in our society’s food practices.

What are your thoughts? Have you seen this documentary? How can we change the way society in America interacts with how food is grown, made, and eaten?

Kenner, Robert, et al. Food, Inc. [Los Angeles, CA] Magnolia Home Entertainment, 2009.

Dirty Laundry: A Short Short

Rachael grabbed a white sock off the floor and brought it to her nose, determining if she should put it in the laundry basket or back in the drawer. Revolted by the stench, she threw it towards the basket. It landed right in the center of a dirty dish her husband left on the ground from the night before.

“You can’t be serious,” Rachael blurted out, looking directly at her husband lying on the bed watching another survival show, “You’re going to lay there watching me pick up after your filth you leave all over the house.”

Carter averted his eyes from the screen and looked at Rachael, not even a little surprised at her little outburst. “I don’t remember you asking me to help you,” he said as a matter of fact.

“Do I really have to ask you to help me out a little bit? I shouldn’t have to ask you in the first place! Stop being such a pig!” She picked the sock off the greasy plate and shoved it into the crammed laundry basket.

“Oh, you’re going to start with this tonight,” Carter said, setting the remote on the pillow, starting to stand.

“Yeah, it’s going to be this night again. Maybe if you got off your lazy ass every once in a while, you’d be able to watch your tv in peace,” Rachael said as her cheeks scorched. Maybe she went too far this time. Carter kept walking toward the door as if he didn’t hear her.

“Now you’re just going to ignore me? Come on, Carter, what are we doing?” Rachael pleaded. He kept on walking, now out the door towards the stairs. “Oh, there you go, walk away, just like you always do.”

Carter turned around and faced her, eyes widening, voice still cool, “Yep, I’m walking away. Watch me walk away” he said, and calmly walked down the stairs.

“You can’t be serious!” Rachael yelled out, her eyes burning red. “Don’t you walk away from me! You know I can’t stand it when you do that!” She reached toward the laundry basket and grabbed whatever could fit in her hands and tossed it everywhere. She couldn’t stop herself, wailing, scorching tears welling up in her deep brown eyes. After all of the contents were dispersed, on the bed, on the floor, in the bathroom, on the nightstand, she flailed herself on the bed and finally allowed the tears to escape.