The Tits And Ass Of French Cheese
In America, where it's okay to machete somebody's head off on TV, providing you don't show any nipple while doing it, it would be "The Face Of," not the tits and ass of -- which I happen to think is just great.
Here's a piece by Henry Samuel in the Telegraph:
The Calendrier des From'Girls (Cheese Girls' Calendar) is the brainchild of Véronique Richez-Lerouge, the founder of France's regional cheese association and its national cheese day. She is also the face of December for the calendar....Mrs Richez-Lerouge persuaded her friends in Lyons, aged from 20 to around 40 and lovers of cheese and wine, to pose. "They are all working and most are mums," she said. Each appears in various stages of undress next to a cheese.
...The women also stripped to prove that you can eat smelly cheese and stay thin and healthy. "French women are obsessed with dieting," Mrs Richez-Lerouge said.
"But low-fat cheese has no taste and is not as healthy as fromage au lait crû."
The calendar is aimed at stemming a downward trend in unpasteurised cheese on a par with the drop in French wine consumption.
Today only seven per cent of cheeses eaten in France are unpasteurised, compared with up to half 30 years ago. Some cheeses have already disappeared.
Mrs Richez-Lerouge placed the blame for the decline on overly stringent European rules and on supermarkets that produce fake cheeses with no taste.
In America, it's almost impossible to find unpasteurized cheese (ie, cheese with taste), and even harder to find a nice set of tits and ass in an ad for anything that isn't being sold to Hustler, Playboy, or Penthouse readers. As for low-fat cheese...it's like all low-fat food. Who tends to buy it? Well, fat people. Is there causality there? Well, when I recently ate a piece of low-fat coffee cake (accidentally - it wasn't labeled low-fat), I got "get-out-of-my-fucking-way" hungry. If I eat a doughnut at 9am, I can go 'til about 3pm before I say to myself, "Oh, you really should eat a bit of lunch, dear."
I'm always shocked at people that eat the tasteless low-fat crap, and who drink Diet Coke and those other drinks that have that chemical crap sweetener in them, as if that's actually a productive act. Again, read The Fat Fallacy by Will Clower, the neuroscientist who moved with his family to France and was shocked that they all dropped a bunch of lard instead of gaining weight.
And another question: Does cholesterol really cause heart disease? And check out the side-effects of Lipitor.
I've noticed the same thing with low fat foods, they're so unsatisfying they make you hungry. Most packaged pre-prepared foods, low fat or not, have the same effect on me. I think abundant flavor, rather than a full stomach, signals the satisfaction that ends hunger.
Todd Fletcher at February 3, 2006 8:13 AM
I agree, it doesn't matter where your calories come from, as long as you burn off as many as you take in. Foods with fat in them make you feel full and satisfied, so you don't get as hungry. They can also be very high in calories, but not all of them. I think eggs are a darned near perfect food - enough fat in them to make you happy, but very low in calories.
Pirate Jo at February 3, 2006 8:20 AM
You have a hard time finding ads in America with T&A in them? Have you heard of this new invention? It's called television....
Franko at February 3, 2006 9:51 AM
Look, don't taunt the old men here who do 20mg of Lipitor every fucking day, OK? And don't understate how perfect eggs are! Eggs are not only a fulfilling, convenient & popular --if ecologically insane-- breakfast article. They have the benefit of reinforcing our pride of place on the food chain.
If the doctor finds out, she'll bitchslap me into next Tuesday. But once a month I have quail yolk with salmon roe at Taka Sushi. For the record, that's TWO kinds of egg from other species in one serving! Plus starch! Because we're HUMAN, and we CAN!
And four times a year, I have an Egg-Fucking-McMuffin from Mc-Fucking-Donalds. Remember, that's an egg served with PORK... And cheese for garnish! (I usually buy it drive-thru, to enhance the white-trashedness of the experience.)
The point is not that eggs are bad for you... They indisputably are. The point is that heart disease ain't the worst way to go.
Crid at February 3, 2006 9:59 AM
Franko, you poor, deprived dear. That's not tits and ass. That's big bulky sweaters and advertisers sweating to cover up all suggestion of nipples you see on American TV.
Amy Alkon at February 3, 2006 10:39 AM
My Grandmother's doctors all warned her about her high cholesterol, telling her that it was going to kill her. Well, she finally died in 2003.
She fell and broke her hip, in the nursing home, and died a week later. She was born in 1903, and outlived two husbands (widowed twice) and three children; my dad is her only surviving child, all of them dying of natural causes but none of them from high cholesterol.
When she was 95 she said to me "I don't know why everybody wants to live to be a hundred. It ain't no fun bein' old!"
You have to die from something. I'd rather die from eating and partying than ALS like my Uncle did.
steve at February 3, 2006 12:17 PM
Well yeah! If you quit doing all the fun stuff that's "bad" for you, why in blazes would you want to live a long time anyway? Besides, I think it's mostly just genetic. Giving up all those great sins doesn't make your life any longer, it just makes it FEEL longer.
Sorry Crid, I will keep my filthy egg talk to myself from now on. But dogs are higher on the food chain than us. We love them, spoil them, feed them, house them, and (in Amy's case) clothe them, yet how many of them get jobs and help with the bills? Clearly we are working for them.
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