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Monday, November 25, 2002I tend to sympathize with these portly fast-food patrons, though. Maybe that's because I used to be one of them. I grew up as a typical mid-1980's latchkey kid. My parents were split up, my dad off trying to rebuild his life, my mom working long hours to make the monthly bills. Lunch and dinner, for me, was a daily choice between McDonald's, Taco Bell, Kentucky Fried Chicken or Pizza Hut. Then as now, these were the only available options for an American kid to get an affordable meal. By age 15, I had packed 212 pounds of torpid teenage tallow on my once lanky 5-foot-10 frame. Well, I grew up as a typical late-1970’s latchkey kid, but my mother would have punished me severely if I left the house on my own and went to fast food restaurants by myself. Why couldn't his mother leave food in the house for him? And for the record, I was a portly teen, too, but it wasn’t because I was eating a lot of fast food. In fact, I’m still a portly person, but I don't have any sympathy for those who blame others for their own poor choices, or the bad choices of their parents. posted by Sydney on 11/25/2002 08:05:00 AM 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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