|They're a little precious, aren't they?|
A summary, for those of you unfamiliar, is this: The planet of Adipose was lost, but they wanted to continue the species. So a 'nanny' came to earth to 'incubate' these little guys... she gives this 'pill' to people eager to lose weight, and then each night, a new little adipose, made of people's body fat, LEAVES... person is a kilo lighter, the adipose is newly born... everybody happy, yes? (except in the disturbing case where a person is awake to see said adipose flee... and when they panic and use ALL the person's tissue, so the person basically dissolves... but never mind.)
But lets step back from this... if you could lose weight and KNEW you were creating a species of aliens... would you be okay with that? I think on the assurance that they were all going to LEAVE soon... and take part of my fat with them... I'd be perfectly content with this arrangement. Had I been on this adipose plan since January 1, I'd be all but done by now. A kilo a night? That would be 70 pounds by now! Instead I am down a measly 9. I'm all for a little inter-planetary cooperation where everybody wins.
The SAD part, though, is SOME people might still do it knowing the risk of death, dissolution and world takeover... There are girls who would rather be thin than smart. (GAH! The things we value! erm... GAH, in this case is a synonym of ACK--I know I lack consistency here). I'm serious about this. They've polled teenage girls and girls would trade intelligence... even years of life... for attractiveness.
Those silly things... because even among the one-time gorgeous, physical beauty is sort of a fleeing thing. Though my friend Mary posted something on Facebook yesterday that gave me some hope. She's been at a party over the weekend--mostly couples 60 and older... she said, "you know, laughter is better than a facelift for making everybody look younger." So remember THAT. Laugh a lot, and don't be willing to give up life or intelligence for petty stuff.