The Righteous Kerry McCarthy is amazing. She doesn't even see how Righteous she is. All she sees are people not doing what she does, and it causes her physical pain if she doesn't persuade them to conform to her way of life.
In this post, she bemoans that teenagers eat rubbish. They should all be on wholefoods and organic crap-covered, beetle-nibbled vegetables throughout their whole day. Here's what she thinks:
As someone who feels they're taking their life into their own hands if they have the occasional slice of white toast round their mother's house, I find this very disturbing. I will have to step up my nagging. Or drag them along to the next Love Food Festival.
Because she personally thinks eating white bread is a death sentence, she feels obliged to persuade these poor misguided teenagers that their food habits are all wrong. Why? Because they are not living the same way she does, and she finds that disturbing. That's the main thought in the Righteous mind. 'The way I live is the Right Way. Anyone who does not live like me must change their ways, because I am Right and they are wrong'.
Her blog is a case study in the way of the Righteous. I recommend it to all.
What she forgets here, of course, is that teenagers can eat junk and get away with it. I still like black pudding, fried bread, bacon and sausage but I know if I eat that every day, it'll make me fat. When I was eighteen I had no such worries. Stuff down anything and everything. Metabolism and growth will take care of it.
On the other hand, if I chose to stuff myself with lard and salt, grow bloated and end my life prematurely, whose business is it but mine? I choose not to, but if I did, as long as I do it with my money and not yours, who's going to care?
Righteous Kerry will care. She'll be round to 'step up the nagging' because my lifestyle won't fit with the Way of the Righteous, not because she cares about my health. Because it makes her feel good when other people do as she tells them. Even those who can get by perfectly well on Pot Noodle sandwiches or spicy rat flavoured crisps.
To corrupt an old Pink Floyd song...
We don't need no wholewheat sarnies.
We don't need no diet control.
No dark green salad, laced with mushroom.
Kerry, leave them kids alone.
Hey, Kerry. Leave them kids alone.
All in all it was just a pie fried in oil.
All in all you're just an irritant boil.
When it comes to studying the Righteous, you could get a PhD just from that one blog.