I’m reading Michael Pollan’s new book, Food Rules, whereby he lays out 64 “personal policies” to help wean readers from the deadly Western food diet. I’m a major fan of Pollan; gave copies of The Omnivore’s Dilemma to my family for Christmas a couple years ago, and I completely agree that the over-processed, over-sweetened “edible foodlike substances” that line the supermarket shelves in the United States and fill our shopping carts every week are giving us and our children heart disease, life threatening allergies, cancers, and diabetes. BUT, the basic point underlying Pollan’s bedrock formulation (Eat food. Mostly plants. Not too much.) is that we should shop, cook, and eat like our grandmothers or great-grandmothers did (especially if our grannies happened to hail from France or Sicily). Which is great and all, but first of all, following this logic to its end will lead most women right back to the kitchen where a 24/7 apron is awaiting us. And secondly, leave it to a damn man to become a multi-millionaire by impersonating a woman and marketing imparting the wisdom of grandmothers. Sigh.
Here’s a bonus picture of a grandmother to perk you back