Sometimes I’ll put up a post in an euphoric buzz of exuberance — in the act of writing it — and then begin to regret it. …Never seriously enough to take it down, materially edit or qualify it. Now and then, I don’t get the comment enthusiasm I was expecting, but that always goes with the territory. You can never tell what’s really going to resonate and why, and since you also can’t predict comments or how some comments will beget others, it gets complex quickly.
And so I do what I always do: try to be as real as possible and see what happens.
But I tend to get into an almost trancelike, tunnel-vision state, where I cannot even tolerate the slightest interruption in the train of thoughts going through my head — most of which won’t be remembered long enough to have a shot at being in the final draft; that is, when I hit the Publish button, for better or worse.
It’s usually the heavily profane posts that lend the most buyer’s remorse; but just the other day, I had the same sort of thoughts about admonishing everyone to go to Paleo hell with me. It’s not like I don’t talk about a cheat meal now and then, or my scotch. But this was a post devoted to Paleo debauchery.
And what happened? For the most part, I felt like I was heading up PA (Paleo Anonymous) for a time. Only, most everyone used their names, they didn’t admit to their inherent helplessness and above all, there were no calls for a “Higher Power.” People really seem to have a handle on what they’re doing, and they’re doing it all by their little ol’ selves. …That can’t be good. Independence? Oh Nos!
Andrew had a beef with it. That’s a link to a nice, short comment exchange. To answer the unanswered question, I use religious terms metaphorically, sarcastically, or both, because I’m a recovered religious person who took it so far as divinity school (as a surrogate for a real first year of college). And unlike other recovery programs where you’re helpless forever, in need of support from real terrestrial entities, imagined heavenly ones, or both, I broke with it in a literal middle finger to the heavens in symbolic gesture, in October of 1990, and was instantly recovered, for life. Not for a single microsecond have I ever had the slightest doubt about it, and since, have just felt an obligation to help others to recover, because…it’s just so fucking awesome.
Same impetus today, but there’s far more enthusiasm in me helping others instantly recover from unhealthy eating habits than there is in instant recovery from unhealthy faith and belief habits…and Paleo is simply the most effective tool — just as Rational Recovery beats The Church of Alcoholics Anonymous hands down.
Andrew’s other beef was with the — my term — “snapshot” of what he perceived to be anti-intellectualism in the post.
After all, there are all those good folks out there digging through PubMed each and every day to deliver to you that which you could not have possibly known otherwise: that an evolutionarily appropriate diet, focussing on Real Foods is going to give you a foundation of suitability from which you can then build individual optimality.
Do we really need confirmation over and over and over and over and over that the saturated fats and lipoproteins in natural plant and animal foods is OK; indeed, even good for us?
What in the fuck are we searching for?
So in honor of sayin’ fuck all that, for good…
He did not take this out of context. For one, it’s well within the overall spirit of the post, and for two, it’s in a comment thread for the post itself. Fair game both ways.
But is it in the context of my overall approach, over four years at this thing? Well, that was the brunt of my comment that ends the thread, linked above.
But I don’t want to rain on, disparage, or otherwise even discourage Andrew. I read his very intellectual and more than sufficiently referenced blog and will continue to do so. This is Andrew’s approach, and I prefer a shtick. But this is not to say that I did not engage in the somewhat intellectual. For the first 2-3 years, I heavily posted on dietary studies, saturated fat, cholesterol, nutrition, and primitive societies that serve for falsification of conventional wisdom, and just plain wisdom. Even though I was pretty much immediately convinced, I wanted to do two things: really get into it and build an archive.
That archive is there for the searching.
Becoming somewhat of a very well read blog (110,000 visits and 180,000 page views so far this month), I really take to heart my personally perceived “social responsibility” to do what I do best. I can’t ever save the world, but all ya’ll can help make a dent, and I’m just here to keep you charged up with whatever it is you seem to need; which, in any case, I don’t really know…so I just do what I do, fearing to do otherwise. It’s life and death…when you’re talking about visitors in the hundreds of thousands from who even knows where, or what for. You simply have no idea who is going to to be stricken next with that life changing middle finger; and that’s all, and only, what I’m always and will always be about.
So why are you Paleo? Does it matter why, other than that it seems to work for you and yours? Does it matter how Orthodox you are? If you’re a Paleo blogger, do you do it to signal how righteous you are? How about Twitter, the quintessential den of Paleo Righteousness? Why do you search PubMed? Why do you tell everyone about any study that seems to let saturated fat and cholesterol off the hook? Is it only from intellectual motivations and learning, or an an agenda to be regarded as authoritative?
I’m authoritative. When it comes to me. And that’s why I’m Paleo. I can tell the world to fuck off, and still be healthier, look better for my age, and have substantially more general well-being than the lot of them.
Let me know in comments exactly why you’re Paleo and what that decision has done for you. I would also like to know if you consider yourself recovered, or if you’re taking it one day at a time, and will for the rest of your life be a “recovering SAD eater.”
I’m Paleo-ish because I fucking love it. …And psychologically, keeping it real, I do love to feel superior to others, and this is the best way I’ve found. Recover from religious fantasies, and you also get the — FREE BONUS! — chance to live in my psycho-mastubatory world, where virtually everyone is broken, or a moron.
…If you’re into that. Or you can just cuddle up, content in your own skin, and that works too (for girls)