Diabetes, Really? The Hell You Say.

So Paula Deen came out and admitted that she has diabetes, and she's known for three years. Big flippin' deal. Any thinking person that sees the way she cooks could surmise that she's a likely sufferer of the disease. Even if she hadn't come out of the sugar closet, I still wouldn't eat her food, or listen to her spouting on about how good something is. Yeah, well, triple layer chocolate cheesecake is good too, but you don't see me eating any more than a forkful if it's offered. A single plate of food from her kitchen should feed a table full of people based on the recommended caloric value for a meal. Anthony Bourdain wasn't completely off his rocker when he called Deen "the single most dangerous person in America." Her dishes ARE dangerous if you eat them, but if you've access to the Internet, magazines, doctors, or air you know you're not supposed to eat that way. I mean, come on people. 

I don't get why people are pissed that she didn't come forward sooner. Last time I checked there was no law on the books that said making your health information public was compulsory. I don't care if she made a deal with a pharmaceutical company either. I'm betting that her brand is going to suffer so much that the pharm company will drop her eventually. And I'm not wishing her any ill will. She's playing a marketing game and a company offered her a boatload of money to represent them. Rock on wit' yo bad self. She hasn't killed anyone. And people have done a lot worse to repair their brand by spinning a piece of bad press. Whatever. I'm more concerned at the messages the Kardashians are sending to kids.

We've bigger problems to worry about than people too stupid to realize that putting a hamburger between two donuts with bacon and an egg is the (Really Fat) Lady's Brunch Burger. I think that first part was bleeped out as "curse words" on her show.