American’s Fat Appetites
I was watching the previews before seeing Iron Man 2 (NOT the must see movie of the summer) with a stomach full from sushi enjoyed across the street from the theater (I was trying to limit my walking distance from chair to seat) and a large blue Icee in my hand. I was going to get a “small” because I was full, but I just had to get the “value” of the large.
Then a question popped into my mind.
Is there a correlation between my grotesque appetite for food and ‘our’ grotesque appetite for entertainment?
I mean, really? Why are we so insatiable?
Instead of one roll, I had two. Instead of a “small” I chose a large (and I wasn’t the only one, believe me.) and instead of watching an original story I had to watch a sub-par sequel. But it really wasn’t all my fault. My other options were a rehash of a 1970’s (or was it 80’s?) crappy tv show, a story about an English noble fighting in some forest which has been told a thousand times, and the fourth installment of a cartoon about an ogre!
Where is the originality? Where is the tastefulness?
I can’t say that I have any real answers, only speculations. But the observation has been made…
We just can’t get enough.
In our greed to whet our appetites we shamelessly trade distinguishing tastes for gluttonous feasts. More food, more movies, more music, more websites, more magazines, more Twilight Saga, and on and on.
Maybe it’s high time we scale back a bit, slow down a touch, and show just a smidgen of restraint.
But how? I found myself in a completely innocent smorgasbord of decadence and didn’t even know how I got there.
Do you have any idea why we we always want more, even at the expense of better?
