Remember the scene at the farmers’ market in No Impact Man when Colin Beavan says, “I don’t know how to say this without sounding like an asshole, but I get upset when I see things wrapped individually in plastic.”?
I don’t know how to say this without sounding like an asshole, but I get upset when I see what we Americans are feeding our children.
I especially get upset when it’s the snack for the entire class or the entire soccer team brought by a parent.
And even more upset when the parent who brings it is a doctor or a nurse or someone else in the medical field.
I feel like we should know better.
I feel like we should know that children should eat food, not petroleum-based neon-colored plastic-wrapped high-fructose-corn-syrup-sweetened poison.
Do I sound like a judgmental jerk? If you didn’t hate me before (I got a doozy of a hate email yesterday, I would share it on this blog but that seems rather immature), do you hate me now?
I don’t mean to be an asshole.
But I honestly don’t understand.
I’ve used this analogy before: no car owner would put the wrong kind of gas in his car. Why, then, are we feeding our children faux food? Sugary crap? Stuff that weakens their immune systems, predisposes them to diabetes, makes them hyperactive and unable to concentrate?
I grew up eating Froot Loops and Apple Jacks. Spaghetti-Os were my favorite lunch. And I loved Ding Dongs. And Chef Boyardee.
I still don’t know why my parents let my brothers and me eat such nutritionless food. Maybe it was because of all that 1970s advertising. Despite being thoughtful, caring, intelligent parents (they’re both scientists), they just fed us what everyone else ate.
We grown-ups know that when we eat processed junk, our health suffers, our weight suffers, our moods suffer, even our sex-drive suffers.
We grown-ups know that when we feed our children empty calories, they suffer.
How has America become duped into believing that plain white sugar, bleached white flour, unpronounceable additives, and petroleum-dervied dyes are “food”?
I’m not talking about dessert or the occasional indulgence.
Bring on the hot fudge sundaes (once in awhile).
It’s the every day diet of the average American that concerns me.
Later this week I’ll post some ideas for healthier eating. In the meantime, I’d like to hear from you. Do you care about what your children are eating?
This post was inspired by yesterday’s blog action day.