In Monochrome
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Just say, “No,” to Monsanto and GMO!
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Standing in the kitchen taking selfies. Too lazy for eyebrows.
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A new survey finds that one in three homeless people in Boston are clinically obese, a number that casts in relief the strange reality of food in the 21st century United States.
Not long ago, malnourishment was embodied by emaciation. Now it’s far more likely to be hidden in folds of fat.
“This study suggests that obesity may be the new malnutrition of the homeless in the United States,” wrote the researchers, led by Harvard Medical School student Katherine Koh, in an upcoming Journal of Urban Health study.
The findings are the latest and most dramatic illustration of what’s called the “hunger-obesity paradox,” a term coined in 2005 by neurophysiologist Lawrence Scheier to describe the simultaneous presence of hunger and obesity.
Around that time, a vernacular sea change occurred, with “hunger” and its connotations of starvationreplaced by “food insecure,” a term more descriptive of people who might consume enough raw calories but not enough nutrients.
The paradox fit with a general modern relationship in the United States between weight and wealth. Whereas obesity was once a sign of wealth, it now tracks with poverty. The poorer and less food-secure people are, the more likely they are to be overweight or obese.
Good idea to help the homeless. We could do this here in Northampton. Lots of homeless congregate here because of the city’s open policies, numerous shelters, wide community support, and business’s financial assistance.
(via sunfoundation)
Don-8r the panhandling robot set to make the homeless obsolete (video)
You won’t hear me complain about how cold it is outside(currently in Northampton it’s around -8 degrees). You won’t hear me whine or pout over the wind chill or how frigid the temps are when standing still(I drive to work, so I’m never standing, but you get my drift).
You won’t hear me complain.
Why?
Because I’m afforded the luxury to come to a warm office in the morning, to have a warmer apartment waiting for me after work, and a car to get me to these places. I’m fortunate to have a cozy bed to sleep upon, and not have to worry about where I(or in some cases my children) are going to sleep at night.
I’m afforded the luxury to walk around in my underwear at home, and not be concerned with my cardboard blanket being blown off me or whether or not that stray puppy or kitten I feed every morning will survive the night.
I’m fortunate enough to NOT have to complain, because I get it. I get that people impulsively complain about those things that, though trivial or temporary to them, are life and death to others.
So if you’re one of the millions of fortunate people out there, people like myself, shut the hell up.
There’s a high probability you’re reading this indoors, in a warm office or room, with a late breakfast steaming hot in front of you.
They’re are probably 1mil people outside right now who would trade their complaints for what you have.