Yes, fat people describing their heroic efforts to lose weight.The TV schedules are crammed with fatties at the moment - "I'm fatter than my fat dog", "Too fat to wipe my own arse" and "When fat people explode" to name a few examples. Just as bad are the programmes about people with eating disorders. Does anyone care about strangers' dysfunctional relationship with their food? As long as I don't have to sit next to them on a plane I can't say that I do.
Yes, people who blame their divorces on their sex addictions.
And here I was going to describe my diet regimen in fascinating detail. It's really quite interesting.Instead, I suppose I'll have to talk about the mechanics of writing, which is only slightly less fascinating. At first, I wrote "diet regime" as an intentional malapropism, but then on reconsideration I decided that "regimen" is too connected to diet. No one would actually notice the missing "n" and the few who did would just assume that I'm illiterate. On the other hand, even going back and making changes is a change of technique. My blogging and commenting aesthetic has always been, other than with poetry, to simply type out whatever was on the top of my mind and not go back and rewrite.
Perhaps you're getting precious about the literary reputation of 'David', David.
I can't believe that I forgot to give y'all a detailed report on my recent surgery.
It is hard to reconcile public fear over the pervasiveness of surveillance cameras with the increasing levels of unsolicited personal confessions in the media and the internet. It really doesn't seem that most people treasure their privacy anymore.
Privacy is only valued when it can command a large sum these days e.g. if it belongs to CZJ/Douglas. I recall, not too long ago, when anyone standing too close to a public telephone box would be glared at, ferociously, by the caller. Nowadays that same caller uses his/her mobile phone to broadcast the most intimate details to everyone within earshot.
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