There has been a lot of backlash over an article by Marie Claire writer Maura Kelly. Her story focuses on Mike & Molly, a sit-com about two overweight people, and her disgust in watching fat people … do pretty much anything.

First, I want to congratulate Marie Claire on a successful PR strategy. Publish an unfavourable, media-grabbing, society-polarizing, controversial piece, then counter with a series of stories opposing it, siding with the public-at-large.

Well played, Ms. Claire. Well played.

Second, I want to take this opportunity to voice my disgust in watching skinny people, do pretty much everything on TV.

A while back, the world heard about Ashley Kirilow. A 23-year-old woman arrested for faking cancer to encourage others to give her money. This is shameful and deplorable. Stealing money from good Samaritans. Stealing money from those who need it.

So, why not arrest the biggest profit making not-for-profit in the world for stealing money too?

The word cancer applies to some 200 diseases associated with uncontrolled cell growth.

The research and development for the disease is associated with another cancer – greed.

Women should weep.

If this is what the proverbial “we” consider feminism, then I say down with feminism.

Today, in the Toronto Star, Heather Mallick wrote an article about the specie that is Russell Williams. A thing that brutally tortured and killed two courageous women, and committed many other horrific acts.

More specifically Mallick wrote about men in general, in comparison to Williams.

“Men should weep,” she wrote.

Ban adult ads on Craigslist.

Ban the sale of condoms to minors.

Ban shoes for Dahlia … Heck, ban adulthood for her too.

When I was a kid I couldn’t wait to be an adult.

I promised myself I would eat as much chocolate as I wanted. I would have cake and ice cream for supper. And I would go out to restaurants every night (presumably ones that served cake and ice cream).

What happens when people have had enough? They fight back. They fight for what is right. They create one of the most effective social movements of all time.

Forget freedom fighters. These are Frito-Fighters.

And they won.

Frito-Lay has jumped chip… bag.

I am a vegetarian. So, no, I do not eat fish, I do not eat chicken, I do not even occasionally eat red meat.

(I may however make an exception and bite someone’s head off if I am asked the red meat question one more time.)

For the record, the dictionary defines a vegetarian as a person who refrains from eating any meat, fish, or fowl.

Common sense defines it as such as well.

People often ask me, “If you’re a vegetarian, why don’t you eat fish?”

To which I feel like responding, “If you’re able to speak English, why don’t you understand it?”