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This article was published 19/8/2014 (676 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
I received an email earlier today asking if I would represent the paper in a celebrity pie eating contest.
First of all, I’ve always said that if the Free Press wants me to be a personality, then management can buy me one.
And eating a celebrity pie sounds like something from King Joffray’s wedding reception.
But my response was somewhat grumpier, and here’s the point at which all the anonymous Internet trolls can get out the thesaurus to find names to call me suggesting that I hate anyone’s having fun. Such fun to eat something that many among us would rarely if ever get to taste as an expensive treat, such fun to promote gluttony and over-indulgence in trying to hold down quantities whose consumption would do us great harm.
What I did suggest was that we could juxtapose coverage of the pie eating contest with a story about homelessness, hunger, and poverty, and with a story about Manitoba’s epidemic of obesity and diabetes.