{"id":12358,"date":"2012-01-18T00:01:26","date_gmt":"2012-01-18T05:01:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/?p=12358"},"modified":"2012-01-17T20:22:36","modified_gmt":"2012-01-18T01:22:36","slug":"bitches-dont-know-about-paula-deens-diabeedus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/2012\/01\/18\/bitches-dont-know-about-paula-deens-diabeedus\/","title":{"rendered":"Bitches Don’t Know About Paula Deen’s Diabeedus"},"content":{"rendered":"

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“Hey, y’all! Sorry, I didn’t realize that deep-fried butter-stuffed meatballs with a pina-colada-pork-cracklings-crunch exterior dipped in a whiskey-chocolate Dr. Pepper dipping sauce would or could ever give someone like me the diabetes! Oops, y’all! Sorry. Please enjoy my new Paula Deen whipped-cream flavored insulin poppers. And don’t forget to watch my new Food Network show: Paula Deen’s Savannah-Style Down-Home Diabetes Pancreas-Palooza<\/strong>. Starring my four sons, Bobby, Jamie, Baconface and Chondroid Lipoma.”<\/em><\/p>\n

Dear Paula Deen,<\/p>\n

You’re kind of an asshole.<\/p>\n

Listen, it’s not that you get on your show and write your little cookbooks and tell people how to basically make like, Butter Salad or Cookie-Dough-Stuffed-Thanksgiving Turkeys or, I dunno, Sugar-Crammed Sugar-Balls (coincidentally my nickname when I attended the Culinary Institute of America, and by “attended” I mean “hung out by the dumpster eating hot gourmet garbage”). This is America. You’re free to eat and cook however you feel is most appropriate, and instruct your audience to do the same.<\/p>\n

On the one hand, you maybe should’ve warned people — like with a pack of cigarettes, a casual, “Hi, y’all, if you go ahead and make my scrumptious French-Fried French Toast with Spackled Goose Grease your heart may explode in your chest” may have been welcome. On the other hand, you know what? We’re supposed to be a smart country. If you’re sitting there telling us how to roll up a pumpkin pie and then barbecue it before slathering it with foie gras and whipped marshmallow frosting, I think we’re all educated enough to know that maybe what you’re selling us is not exactly diet food.<\/p>\n

We knew your food wasn’t health food.<\/p>\n

You<\/em> knew your food wasn’t health food.<\/p>\n

And\u00a0now you have diabetes.<\/p>\n

Or, more to the point, you’ve had diabetes for three fucking years<\/em>.<\/p>\n

To clarify, that means for three years — over a thousand days — you have been shilling your Microwaved Pork Roll Munchiladas and your Bacon-Gorged Jabba Rolls and your Powdered Sugar South Carolina Soul Food Gummi-Bear Casserole and not once have you said, “Hey y’all, by the way, I totally have diabetes, which is a plague<\/em> amongst Americans, a plague that for many could’ve been avoided if you chose to avoid making foods like my Lady’s Brunch Burger<\/a><\/strong><\/span>, a hamburger topped with fried eggs and bacon and shoved unmercifully between two pillowy glazed doughnut buttocks.”<\/p>\n

That’s where you get me. That’s what chaps my rosebud, Paula. That you knew you had diabetes and refused to tell anyone. Not even because you didn’t feel like you wanted to out your own medical condition but because, let’s be honest, you didn’t want to lose any money associated with the way you suggest people eat. Not money from your shows, from your cookbooks, from your appearances or your ad revenue.<\/p>\n

No, instead you waited<\/em> to tell people until —<\/p>\n

Wait for it.<\/p>\n

Waaaait for it<\/em>.<\/p>\n

— until you replaced any potential lost income with a fucking Novo Nordisk pharmaceutical deal. Essentially saying, “Hey, my lifestyle actively causes diabetes, but I didn’t want to tell any of you<\/em> that while you were still paying me to tell you to eat human infants rolled in Cocoa Puffs and sausage fat, and now by waiting three years and announcing a deal with Big Pharma I’m basically telling you that you can live how you want and eat what you want and by god it’s not going to impact the way any of us do anything because Thank the Baby Jesus for mah diabeedus medication!”<\/p>\n

(Next up on her show: Deep-Fried Baby Jesus topped with Pork Jimmies!)<\/p>\n

Like Anthony Bourdain said yesterday on Twitter<\/a><\/strong>:<\/p>\n

“Thinking of getting into the leg-breaking business, so I can profitably sell crutches later.”<\/p>\n

You know what Paula really said? Quote for quote?<\/p>\n

“I don’t want to spend my life not having good food going into my pie hole. That hole was made for pies.” Now, I’m all for silly statements regarding pies<\/em> and holes<\/em>, because, c’mon. Fuck yeah, pie. But here she is, a three-year-diabetic, basically telling you, “Well, just because I have diabetes doesn’t mean I have to change the way I eat<\/em>.” Yes! Yes it does! That’s the whole fucking point!<\/p>\n

That’s the message you should be telling people! Gah! Fuck!<\/p>\n

Further, on the subject of why she waited three years, she says: “I made the choice at the time to keep it close to me, to keep it close to my chest. I felt like I had nothing to offer anybody other than the announcement. I wasn’t armed with enough knowledge. I knew when it was time, it would be in God’s time.” Oh. Ohhh<\/em>. Announcing the diabetes thing late is… God’s fault?<\/p>\n

God didn’t give you permission until now? We’re on his time for this kind of shit, are we?<\/em><\/p>\n

You didn’t wait because of God. Don’t blame this on him. I’m sure he’s up there sitting on his throne made of Dixie cups and human bones and he’s just shaking his head and making frowny-faces.<\/p>\n

“BOO, PAULA, BOO,” he’s saying. “YOU HAVE DIABETES BECAUSE YOU FREEBASED HIGH FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP. YOU DIDN’T TELL THE HUMAN MOO-HERD BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T WANT TO LOSE ANY ENDORSEMENTS OR GET BOOTED OFF YOUR SHOW. DON’T BLAME ME FOR THIS ONE, YOU PLUMP SNOW-HAIRED SHE-DEVIL. BOOOOOO!”<\/p>\n

Man, sometimes it’s fun to write in all caps.<\/p>\n

Anyway, Paula Deen, you’re kind of an asshole.<\/p>\n

I’m sorry about your diabetes, but, y’know, maybe you should’ve told people sooner.<\/p>\n

I hope God takes some of your toes. Just a few of them. As penance.<\/p>\n

Feel better!<\/p>\n

Love,<\/p>\n

Little Chucky Wendig, Age Eight-and-a-Half<\/p>\n

P.S., please read this great piece by Andrew Zimmern<\/strong><\/span><\/a>.<\/p>\n

P.P.S. Okay, fine<\/em>, no, I don’t want God or any other invisible space being to remove her toes.<\/p>\n

P.P.P.S. What about just a pinky toe?<\/p>\n

P.P.P.P.S. OKAY FINE SORRY JEEZ<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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