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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.
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Think I'd pass.
Now what about looking good and being smart? Is that allowed?
They may be cute, but I don't want to think about how many of these little creatures can be made from my body fat. Middle-of-the-road looks (with smarts, of course!) are best. They don't disintegrate as drastically with age and you're spared endless bouts of longing for the past. I wish more women would wake up and forge their identities around something lasting.
Mary is correct. Laughter is the best medicine AND facelift.
I'll remember to smile today. :)
Hmmm...think I'd pass on birthing aliens, even if they were taking a part of me I didn't want.
I think the most beautiful people are the ones that radiate happiness, and they aren't usually the ones with the most perfect features.
With every gift there is a trade off, and yes the planet would suffer as it does now for the choices we make.
I would love to be pretty and thin, oh and rich because every day I'm told I'm ugly, a leech (one of the 47%), via the boob tubes talking heads - give all those pretty politicians free rain and folks like me would be transported to another planet to keep from polluting 'their world'. Oops - think you hit a nerve. :)
Good post!
I'd rather keep my brain cells intact.
Congrats on 9 pounds, Hart!
I need all the brain cells I have.
As for the alien creature... love the concept, but no. I"ll keep my fat, thank you very much. =)
Happy Tuesday!
Yes, congrats on the 9 pounds. Ah, I would be responsible for what that critter did for all its life. I would have to say NO! :-)
Aww! Adipose!
Also i love that episode because it's the beginning of Donna's run, and she's my fav companion. I miss her
*giggles* Awww.... nobody with a sense of adventure? *snort*
Thanks for the support, everyone! And yes... while I'd love to be gorgeous, I value my intelligence a lot more...
You lost me at Dr. Who.
Laughter, happiness, and lots of hugs do wonders.
I wouldn't trade my intelligence for attractiveness, but I have few problems with creating some of those little creatures from my fat. They are kinda cute. :)
Hey Hart, you're gorgeous and smart, and if you want to give birth to nine more alien runaways this year, that's fine. And if you don't, that's fine too.
Recently we had photos taken at work for general office use. The biggest problem I had with all of mine was that I didn't smile enough in any of them. A smile really does make a difference.
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