The hard truth is, the vast majority of obese people in America – of which there are a staggering 70million – have got there through bad eating habits, a lack of exercise and inadequate self-control.
He’s poor. She’s rich. He’s disenfranchised. She’s entitled. And they’re both really, really angry. Two people. Thrown into each other’s paths on their own very different, very bad days.
To me, it smacks of a woman trying to make herself relevant, when her dullness put her in danger of being booted off.
The days of sitting down to enjoy a coffee are over. Heaven forbid that you should take two minutes to boil your own kettle and make your own coffee, when you can queue for 20 minutes in Starbucks and pay $5.95 for a Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino.
I love Ted Lasso. I quite like Ted Lasso. The series. But I cannot stand Ted Lasso. The character.
Sandra Oh was in orange, described by ‘E’ as ‘the least worn color on the carpet.’ Yep. There’s a reason for that. It’s the color you share with your toilet bowl after a heavy night on the town.
If your penchant is for flap front, you should rein your fetish in – yes, it’s a totally weird fetish in my book – until you get home, where you can make origami sculptures out of toilet tissue, should you so please. But when you’re in my house, you have to live by my flaps, strange as you may find them.
I feel about Valentine’s Day the way Dickens’s Scrooge felt about Christmas. Bah humbug, I scream, when yet another card from a florist pops through my door, asking me to send flowers to my loved one. Bah humbug to the red hearts, ribbons and grinning teddy bears in every shop window.
There were also some really left of field ads in the mix, including one for VMS menopause relief. That’s something of a mind leap to go from shouting, ‘Great touchdown!’ at your screen to, ‘What can I take for my night sweats?’ The Superbowl should be a place where women of a certain age can for a few precious hours not be reminded of how vile growing older is.
Humans have long been fascinated by the Moon and a full Moon is undoubtedly one of the great beauties in the sky. But does its cycles, as many believe, affect human behavior? Can its waxings and wanings really teach us things about ourselves? I was keen to find out.