Post-Backlash Feminism

According to Jamie Oliver, Huntington, WV overflows with fat, unhealthy people who don't know enough to feed themselves properly. Oh, but don't worry, the snooty Brit doesn't think we're "ignorant" or "stupid." Imagine our relief.

Seriously? The reality TV star comes here to film a show that has made him rich and famous, he arrives fully cognizant of this town's status as most overweight in a country where we rank among the poorest states, and he feigns alarm on glimpsing a typical family's poor diet. *Yawn.*

I have two suggestions: First: I'd like to ask Oliver to join my family and me for a typical meal at our home. I have managed to uncover a cache of fresh fruit and veg (sshhh: it's in the giant Kroger on rte. 60) to prepare for his visit.  Also, I recently taught myself to read, so I can finally use one of Gramma's old cookbooks that we keep in the outhouse (I promise to ignore any recipe that calls for lard or ramps). Oh, and for your comfort, I'll teach my teenage children to use knives and forks. I really think, Mr. Oliver, you will feel right at home.

Second: I'd like to ask Mr. Reality Star to endow a community garden in the center of our town so that we can grow the kinds of foods that might encourage good habits, and he can leave something useful behind (besides the shadow of his giant ego).