Sunday Social Becomes, For Today, Sermon Sunday

I am speaking up in defense of the Jersey Oompa-Loompa Mom who has been dubbed a "tanorexic".

Everyone is blasting her for taking tanning a step too far.

But I say, maybe she likes the color orange, what's it to you?

Maybe she likes leather.

And yeah, maybe she's just a little bit obsessed.

What. You have no vices? No obsessions?

Perhaps you have a shoebox full of Twinkies in the darkest recesses of your pantry.

Maybe you add a splash of Mommy Juice to your Starbuck's cup to get you through a playgroup or a field trip or just another morning of baby-toddler-preschool hell.

A hidden tattoo, perhaps? You rebel, you.


I say,

"Let he who is without sin cast the first stone...."


I certainly can't make that "without sin" claim when it comes to obsessions.

I have more than my fair share, but you don't see my name being dragged through the paper for any of them.

My God in heaven, just look at the pictures in my sidebar, or read through my posts about all our animal foibles.

And yet, no one has pointed a finger and called me an animorexic.
Or an adoptorexic.
Or a can't-stop-feeding-her-face-orexic.

So I say, let's all just give Patricia Krentcil a little breathing room to enjoy her vice in peace. Maybe send a little prayer that she's telling the truth about not taking her kid with her into the tanning booth, b/c once she's dragged her kid into things, it's a whole different ball of skin cells.

As far as I know, her family is not in danger of health maladies from second-hand radiation.

Although, to look at her?

Maybe they are....







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