I go away for a weekend and the mailbox goes nuts. Lesson learned: don't dis Atkins. Listen, what y'all want to do with your bodies is your own business. I just don't think that Taubes made his case for a high fat diet. I'm not trying to take your energy bars away.
Well, actually, I am, because I've noticed that they keep "restating" the amount of sugar in them as the feds close in, until we find out that what we've been eating is basically a Snickers with half a gram of soy protein, which the manufacturers "accidentally" told us only had five grams of carbohydrate. But that's another rant.
But here's the thing. I want to answer my mail. I appreciate that you guys take time to write to me. But I get, really, more mail than a busy blogger can handle. So when you send me email with subject lines that drip with sarcasm or contain words I can't repeat on a family blog, do you think I
a) Open them with alacrity, eager to find out what a stupid [expletive deleted] I've been
b) Think "Thank god, there's a couple I don't have to respond to" and delete them unread.
I'm just saying -- consider your audience. When it comes to nasty invective about my intelligence, manners and morals, I am not part of your target demographic.
More tomorrow on my exciting weekend in beautiful Champaign-Urbana.
Posted by Jane Galt at August 25, 2002 10:46 PM | TrackBack | Technorati inbound links