Outta my way, I’m buyin’ butter cookies!
‘Tis the season for Girl Scout cookies, first trotted out in 1917. I’ve enjoyed them all my life and mean to keep on doing so.
But at the same time, we have “diet-obsessed moms” with “inappropriate comments” hinting at doom and gloom for anyone who eats the cookies (https://nypost.com/2024/01/26/lifestyle/girl-scout-cookie-season-is-here-no-food-shaming-please/).
Duhhh! Hello out there! We are talking about cookies here–as in pleasant little snacks. Not the staff of life. Not necessity.
They nag you about eating cookies, maybe freak kids out for years to come; and at the same time, they want you to be “Proud” of being “Fat-licious.” You can get a college degree in Queer Fat Studies.
Really, you can’t win with Far Left Crazy. You’re damned if you eat, damned if you don’t.
I am in the mood for Girl Scout cookies! And the food nazis, as my mother used to say, can go cly themselves.