Mika Brzezinski: Don Black says that she looks like “a bird”

A thought occurs to me in contrast to my long standing position in deference to “the wisdom of the body for its tens of thousands of years of evolution by contrast to social judgment.”

​I usually like to take the side of the “abnormal” because, like everybody, I have witnessed ignorant bullying of certain nonstandard types by crassly subjective people - those oblivious to the fact that others may object to the complete dismissal of what really are other valid values (perhaps even necessary from an ecological standpoint) and aesthetics - a recent example: Don Black saying Mika Brzezinski “looks like a bird.” That’s his stupid opinion. I admit that his wife, Chloe, is hot - still, it is a bit weird that she was Duke’s wife first. And I must object as Mike Brezinski is a pretty lady too.

Chloe Hardin-Duke-Black (whatever), here with Duke. She’s definitely cute, too.

I still maintain the wisdom of the body as a correct bias and a correct basis for social critique - especially with regard to bodily shapes, forms, functions that really cannot be helped. And I am on the record as saying that women with big noses and flat chests can be beautiful as well - even though these things can be “helped.” I had a girlfriend who was flat chested and she was quite fine to me. Neither she nor other flat chested women should have breast implants, nor should most women who have bigger noses have nose jobs - there is a such thing as ugly big, but more often such a thing as elegant, impressive, big noses. I hate it when people take the position that “a woman cannot look that way” (when in fact, they can sometimes look better than women with big boobs and small noses). But a contrasting position occurs to me with regard to fat - and the “fat shaming” which I suspect that the YKW are lobbying against.

It is valid too, to an extent, to object to getting heavy handed with fat shaming, along with other arguments against the tyrannical regularity of certain types presented as normal and beautiful - viz., in respect to the fact that it is truly a bit harder for some people, especially as they get older, to stay thin. Another side to it has unfolded before me - though not really a side which in this case that I had been fully against anyway and which would have been discovered if anyone had questioned me.

I just completed an 8 day fast. No food. Plenty of water. Coffee (sorry, I know the pro’s and cons, not going to stop it); vitamins and minerals: vitamin D, Zinc, Omega 3 with B6, Magnesium, Vitamin C pellets); and my one caloric indulgence - over the course of the 8 days, I had a total of 5 small cups of tomato juice.

I did some exercise also - went pretty easy, only pushing myself in a few moments, overall doing slower, steadier activity - like walking. I like doing exercise that gets me somewhere or something done - shoveling a ditch that I need fits the bill - so I did some of that too.

Kardashian - somehow not hard to resist

It wasn’t a really big surprise but it was a little surprised to find myself fatter than I thought that I would still be after this. I don’t look very fat, but I do look like the guy who is perhaps confident, if not a bit too comfortable with himself - more comfortable than I really am in that regard. However, I will not be fat, even if my body does not sense that yet. This is where I am getting to a semi-interesting realization that I had today. Even after having finally eaten 3 ounces of steak, 4 ounces of chicken (with pieces of garlic in it), a cup of blackberries, a half kilo of cherries, an apricot, an avocado, beansprouts, a red and a yellow bell pepper, a small red hot chili pepper, a small amount of coleslaw, a small amount of beet salad, and a half a head of broccoli…

I am not really surprised to find my mind more fixated on food and my brain signaling, “tasty food,” “eat” - even more than when I was in the midst of the 8 day fast - because that is what happened last time that I fasted. My body is saying, “boy, wasn’t that steak tasty” mmm and “that avocado, yum.”

However, I am not starving. My gut is not issuing hunger pains. I believe that these are secondary signals long evolved from the time when food might not be available in days to come, so my body encourages me (and I will now say) a bit stupidly, and not wisely, to eat more and even get fat for the possibility that I may not have access to food in the near future. In these episodes, my body and its biology are “stupider” than my conscious mind and society.

My conscious mind does know that I will be eating again before long - I will fast again tomorrow but then have a modest meal on Saturday and then eat on alternating days until I get to the weight I want, at which point I will figure out a maintenance diet and regime.

But especially when you are NOT starving, not nutrient deprived, will not be, then you know that your body’s sending faint warning signals against these things - necessary and wise though these signals are to have in place - can and should at this time be overridden by conscious intelligence; an intelligence which connects with the social patterns which keep telling me: “hey, you don’t look so bad - but your stomach is sticking out.”

I also have observed that the first thing women instinctively look at is the top of my stomach - (not that I am necessarily trying to pick them up, but I don’t like having social engagement cut off as abruptly as that, either) that seems to be a place by which they can intuitively gauge your age: too old if the top part of your stomach is protruding—probably because its harder for older people to stay thin and that’s a typical indicator.

Jennifer Lopez - a Whitish looking face and a ghetto booty: I can live without it.

Anyway, so while the “fat shaming” can be overdone, it can be underdone as well - and that is a case where conscious and social wisdom can, at times, be wiser than the “wisdom of the body.”​

But that’s the thing - people on the right don’t realize that the YKW (as usual) are exaggerating good social positions and critiques beyond all reason in order to make them didactic.

Quoting myself: one evening in McSorley’s Old Ale House, a TV talk show crew came in with a lesbian couple (black and White woman) who were asking men’s opinion as to whether the White girl should get breast implants since she thought that would please her black girlfriend. I was asked my opinion by the production crew. I answered that in particular, “I rather like flat chested women, so my opinion is particularly biased against breast implants for that reason for starters; but there were more reasons to be against it than that; including as part of a more general stance against bodily alteration - I believe that given that our bodies have evolved over tens of thousands of years, that they are bound to be wiser, smarter if you will, than our conscious decision making and should be given the benefit of the doubt against our anxieties and against popular consensus; rather, we should try to learn what our bodies have to teach us about our interface with the social ecology and bring our corporeality to bear in social critique if necessary, rather than the other way around - bending to what may well be a popular fad against the better wisdom of our evolution.” I was told by the couple that my answer was good and they asked me to sign a release; but the bartender, yes that one, asked, “what was that ‘stuff’ you were saying? I don’t think that was what the TV producers were looking for.” I suppose that he was right and that my opinion was not aired.