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Compare that just to the 6 slices of white bread shown, which clock in at 390 calories (149 under the sushi), 6 grams of fat (12 under), 78 grams of carbs (14 under), 3.6 grams of fiber (9.2 under), and 11.4 grams of protein (21.6 under). The additional mayo, raw tuna, avocado, imitation crab meat and seaweed (which are listed in almost comically low portions compared to their actual representations in sushi) add a bit more to the meal, but not significantly.
So the big question here is: Why bother comparing these things? One side is definitely not like the other. Not only are you changing the literal foods represented, but you’re changing their nutritional qualities too. Eating one meal here is similar, but really not comparable, to eating the other. So why put such different things side by side?
The answer: It’s a scare tactic. When people share this meme, it’s because they know that the general public is afraid of white bread. We’re told that white bread is something to be avoided. So by showing 6 entire slices (and cutting them in half in order to make it look like there’s even more bread being shown!), you’re using that fear in order to push people away from other foods too. This is compounded by using the word “binge” to describe such a meal, as though there is something overwhelming and automatically disordered about eating this amount of food.
The reality is: You can eat bread. You can eat rice. Carbs are a necessary part of our diets that provide us with energy. None of this is inherently bad for you, nor is it something to be avoided. If you’re hungry and this stuff looks good for you, eat either meal!
What’s it like to go through cancer treatment? It’s something like this: one day, you’re minding your own business, you open the fridge to get some breakfast, and OH MY GOD THERE’S A MOUNTAIN LION IN YOUR FRIDGE.
Wait, what? How? Why is there a mountain lion in your fridge? NO TIME TO EXPLAIN. RUN! THE MOUNTAIN LION WILL KILL YOU! UNLESS YOU FIND SOMETHING EVEN MORE FEROCIOUS TO KILL IT FIRST!
So you take off running, and the mountain lion is right behind you. You know the only thing that can kill a mountain lion is a bear, and the only bear is on top of the mountain, so you better find that bear. You start running up the mountain in hopes of finding the bear. Your friends desperately want to help, but they are powerless against mountain lions, as mountain lions are godless killing machines. But they really want to help, so they’re cheering you on and bringing you paper cups of water and orange slices as you run up the mountain and yelling at the mountain lion – “GET LOST, MOUNTAIN LION, NO ONE LIKES YOU” – and you really appreciate the support, but the mountain lion is still coming.
Also, for some reason, there’s someone in the crowd who’s yelling “that’s not really a mountain lion, it’s a puma” and another person yelling “I read that mountain lions are allergic to kale, have you tried rubbing kale on it?”
As you’re running up the mountain, you see other people fleeing their own mountain lions. Some of the mountain lions seem comparatively wimpy – they’re half grown and only have three legs or whatever, and you think to yourself – why couldn’t I have gotten one of those mountain lions? But then you look over at the people who are fleeing mountain lions the size of a monster truck with huge prehistoric saber fangs, and you feel like an asshole for even thinking that – and besides, who in their right mind would want to fight a mountain lion, even a three-legged one?
Finally, the person closest to you, whose job it is to take care of you – maybe a parent or sibling or best friend or, in my case, my husband – comes barging out of the woods and jumps on the mountain lion, whaling on it and screaming “GODDAMMIT MOUNTAIN LION, STOP TRYING TO EAT MY WIFE,” and the mountain lion punches your husband right in the face. Now your husband (or whatever) is rolling around on the ground clutching his nose, and he’s bought you some time, but you still need to get to the top of the mountain.
Eventually you reach the top, finally, and the bear is there. Waiting. For both of you. You rush right up to the bear, and the bear rushes the mountain lion, but the bear has to go through you to get to the mountain lion, and in doing so, the bear TOTALLY KICKS YOUR ASS, but not before it also punches your husband in the face. And your husband is now staggering around with a black eye and bloody nose, and saying “can I get some help, I’ve been punched in the face by two apex predators and I think my nose is broken,” and all you can say is “I’M KIND OF BUSY IN CASE YOU HADN’T NOTICED I’M FIGHTING A MOUNTAIN LION.”
Then, IF YOU ARE LUCKY, the bear leaps on the mountain lion and they are locked in epic battle until finally the two of them roll off a cliff edge together, and the mountain lion is dead.
Maybe. You’re not sure – it fell off the cliff, but mountain lions are crafty. It could come back at any moment.
And all your friends come running up to you and say “that was amazing! You’re so brave, we’re so proud of you! You didn’t die! That must be a huge relief!”
Meanwhile, you blew out both your knees, you’re having an asthma attack, you twisted your ankle, and also you have been mauled by a bear. And everyone says “boy, you must be excited to walk down the mountain!” And all you can think as you stagger to your feet is “fuck this mountain, I never wanted to climb it in the first place.”
Caitlin Feeley – the one, the only, the magnificent. (The only edits I’ve made are a few carriage returns for readability. – DPK)
Me: *stayed up til 7 am working on client shit* Fuck this shit I’m going back to sleep.
Me: *sits at computer*
Me: *doesn’t do work*
Me: *doesn’t go to sleep*
Me: *just sits and thinks about that time we pretty much bought Dip N’ Dots with Chris Metzen*
When WoD launched, we cleared out the entire guild bank to prep for all the new items we’d get. The plan was to fill every single slot in every single tab with a Plain Letter <Written by Tareanus> containing lyrics to Smash Mouth’s All Star because I’m twelve years old.
edit: THERE’S MORE alright so obviously I wanted this to be anonymous so I’d wait until like 4 AM in the morning to log onto my precious Tareanus and write out all these letters and the moment I saw somebody who was in the guild pop up on my btag I was OUTTA THERE it was some Bond shit
Now the challenge was getting into the guild to deposit these letters because anybody could see from the logs who deposits an item, and I wasn’t about to be a fool and have Silane deposit roughly 680 Plain Letters <Written by Tareanus>. But the people who have invitation privilages are all higher-ranking self-respecting members. Who could I trust enough to establish cahoots?? Who else could commit to this level of sin?
The point is I never pulled it off which is a tragedy, but mostly it’s a testament to the fact that I am both A: stupid enough to not plan two steps ahead and B: dedicated enough to spend two hours of my early morning for two weeks copy/pasting “So much to do so much to see so much to do so much to see” roughly seven hundred times.
lol guilting artists u call friends to try to make them make u art is shitty pass it on
this is probably y a lot of artists seem very distant btw
and honestly its a bunch of similar stories so maybe instead of trying to make someone else make you something pick up a pencil and draw yourself some hella free art
