Howdy y’all.
So how’s your week being going? We’re doing well down here in Texas! Had a visit to the ER, some spinal stimulator implants. You know: run of the mill kinda stuff.
If you haven’t watched it yet, be sure to go to my website and check out the pod cast of last week’s review. It is something new I am trying that will hopefully help me in reaching more people. Other than the fact that I REALLY need a haircut and that it is strange hearing your own voice, I think I did pretty good!
So let’s talk Paula Deen.
I love Paula. I love her cooking, her love for butter (I keep meaning to send her my recipe of Dutch Buttercake!) I love her rise to fame over the tubs of lard and butter wrappers. I love her ability to branch out….it is really quite impressive.
I always knew her cooking wasn’t the healthiest but that’s part of her appeal. Her brazenness, her hardships, her cackle. Anyway, you get the point.
And now we learn she has diabetes, type II. Can’t say I was shocked. Not about that. What is shocking is how all this is unfolding. She found out 3 years ago that she was diabetic. That is GALLONS AND GALLONS of lard and butter ago. I understand that it takes time to come to terms with that diagnosis, after all it took me YEARS before I was fully in charge of my HIV. I get that.
What I don’t get is that NOW, all of a sudden, after three years. NOW she wants to share with the world that diabetes is not a death sentence. NOW that she is a PAID spokeswoman for a diabetes pharmaceutical company she is going public. I guess she was just waiting for a way to make money off this as well. The magazine, the pots and pans and the hams (bite your tongue!) weren’t enough?
And I am appalled by it. Well, maybe not as much appalled as I am disgusted by the blatant display of her greed.
You see, for three years she fed us donuts, fried chicken, bacon wrapped sticks of butter; all the while knowing SHE herself could no longer eat or honestly endorse her own cooking. But not until the endorsement came along were we to share in this “life affirming” event.
It is disingenuousness, insincere and greedy. She is playing all of us for a fool.
It is no different if I, after becoming HIV, would promote and endorse the wonders and joy of unprotected sex. For years, I would tell you how amazing skin to skin feels and how there is nothing like it. But then, after TROJAN condoms hires me as a spokesperson, would I reveal that I am HIV+ and can only, should only, will only have protected sex; and, now I am sharing my message of protection with the world.
You wouldn’t buy me as a sincere or genuine for one second, BECAUSE I WOULDN’T BE!
And neither is Miss Deen. She knows she isn’t, you can tell by how she is telling her message. Because if you speak from the truth; if you are sincere in what you are saying, it flows forth effortlessly and fluidly. You are natural and true. Miss Deen is stuttering, having to find the right words to express her message. Her sincerity is clogged, like her arteries, and it shows.
Hold the butter, pass the spread.
In other news, Perry’s out. This means he’s back in with us, here in Texas, land of bulls and queers, I mean steers.
You all owe us BIG time for keeping him here.
Love ya!
