Last Sunday’s Mad Men (best episode ever, maybe) had a scene in Benihana, where Don Draper notices his date using chopsticks and asks, with a raised eyebrow, “you know how to use those?”

What? Suave Don Draper can’t use chopsticks? He’s not easy to impress, so you know using chopsticks then must have been a sign of major worldliness.

I wish it were still like that. Read the rest of this entry »

Last week, it turns out, was National Eating Disorders Awareness Week.  Until I read about it later on Huffington Post’s lifestyle page, I was not aware of this awareness event, but that doesn’t matter, because I’m always aware of eating disorders.

They’re everywhere. I’m not just talking about the classics, good ol’ anorexia and bulimia.  That’s way too narrow a definition. There are so many different ways for someone’s eating to be dis-ordered.  As in, messed up.

I can count on one hand, two lady fingers, and a chicken wing the number of women I know who don’t have some kind of weird shit around food. Read the rest of this entry »