Trader Joe’s and skinny broads

I love my new Trader Joe’s. I never knew there were so many Lefties in this part of town. Not really MY part of town, but close enough to the suburb where TJ is located to wonder where all the “nippies” came from. I don’t know what “nippies” means, but it sounds good.

I went today and found tons of great stuff, which is hard, since I don’t do the grocery shopping. I finally caved and bought some Kashi stuff–good crackers and I bought a suitcase of blueberries and cookie dough and nice soap.

Every time I rounded a corner into a new aisle, though, I was shocked to see women in advanced stages of eating disorders. To be honest, I don’t think they were; I think they were exhibiting what they believe to be beautiful svelte bodies. Some of these women truly look sick–knobby joints and brittle looking limbs. But some, like the very young woman checking out in front of me, had children, some very recently delivered. The one in my line had four girls, one of which was no more than 6 months old. She was skinny. And I do mean SKINNY.

I don’t get it. I am jealous, sure, but I feel sick for being jealous. Why even compete when the goal is beyond reason? It’s like bringing a knife to a gun fight.

My feminism is one at least one part of me that’s shriveled to frightening proportions.

Maybe these starving organic food addicts–that has to be what’s going on here–are “nippies.” Neo-hippies is good, but the suggestion of a skeletal rib cage is important here. I don’t know. It’s sad.

I ate the entire brick of blueberries in one sitting.