This essay was originally published on August 13, 2015.
I have a beef with Sandra Lee. For about a week now, I’ve been reading snippets about how she’s been battling a post-operative infection following her mastectomy. I can empathize with her plight, even though I managed to remain infection-free before, during and after my surgery. What I’m not happy about is that details about her situation are sparse, other than the typical celeb stuff, like being walked into surgery by Governor Andrew Cuomo, her boyfriend, and wanting fresh flowers and glasses of wine during recuperation. I want to know the who, what, where, when, and why – because when you declare yourself an advocate for women with breast cancer, you give up the luxury of privacy.
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This essay was originally published on May 13, 2015.
Who likes buffets? If you do that’s totally fine. I won’t begrudge you, but I will share my thoughts:
I think buffets are evil. I think they are a bastion for those among us who have annoying food proclivities that border on being textbook eating disorders. They are all about quantity as opposed to quality. They illustrate the inherent gluttony of North Americans who think that multiple trips to the food troughs qualify as exercise. Number of times I’ve been to Las Vegas: three; number of buffets I ate at: zero. They remind me of my insane Canadian family.
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