Haven’t had the chance to write in a while, but here’s what I’ve been up to:
I was lucky enough to be invited to a UNCHR lunch celebrtaint Kristin Davis for her work with refugees.
Yup, that very event that’s been in the news mainly because of a skit performed on breakfast television with Kristin playing a character in a TV show she’s mainly known for. No names, no need.
It was a beautiful event. Very touching, very heartbreaking and very life affirming.
We heard horrible stories about how refugees risked their lives to find a safe haven. How they travelled for days, sometimes weeks, without any food or proper shelter.
It was a harrowing albeit extraordinary day… except for one teeny, tiny annoying thing: There was a shitload of food left over.
Here we are – a room full of people privileged enough to be invited to an event like this, hearing stories about those who starved for their freedom, children who died because of a lack of proper care and nutrition, and yet we felt comfortable enough to throw an ENORMOUS amount of food away.
Several women at my table picked at their mains, while a total of THREE women ate their dessert. When I say ‘ate’ I use the term sparingly – a spoonful here, a prod of the fork there.
Then there were the women who refused to touch the delicious mousse because they were trying to be ‘be good’.
Oh, credit to my girlfriend Liz who reminded me that despite their aversion to sweets, they women were indeed helping themselves to the free wine and champagne.
Of course! That old chestnut – when your self worth is directly related to what kind of food you ingest. You eat vegetables you’re being good – you eat sugar you’re being bad.
FYI: Food isn’t good or bad. Food doesn’t have any impact on your character as a human being. You will not become a saint if you eat only green vegetables, nor will you become a serial killer if you eat only deep fried food. I might be wrong, but I don’t think I am.
Sure, food is healthy and not-so-healthy, but that’s generally it.
These were all professional women who (I’m guessing) have established careers and are regarded highly enough to be invited to such a prestigious event. How sad that they still attribute their self-worth and value to what they eat.