I'm a regular reader and fan of Elastic Waist, and even did a guest column long, long ago. But I find its celebrity news items to vary from "yawn" to "WTF?!"
Last week, I innocently responded to a post about how Jimmy Kimmel told Sarah Silverman that he "loves her thigh fat," (or more accurately, that she said he said he loves her thigh fat). Another reader, who shall remain nameless because he/she did not provide a name, responded, a little defensively, I thought, "Jen, is there a weight limit below which you're not allowed to be worried about your body?"
You know, I don't have any kind of power over people's ability to worry. If I did, I might make it so that none of us were able to worry about our bodies. Worrying about our bodies contributes absolutely nothing to our abilities to change them for the better, anyway. In my own experience, and from my readings of various weight-loss memoirs, getting past worry to acceptance was a better place to start taking care of your body.
But if you want to worry, go ahead. I'd gladly donate my own ability to worry, if I could somehow remove that part of my brain and give it to you. But I can't be bothered to worry about Sarah Silverman's non-existent thigh fat, or whether Catherine Zeta-Jones is anorexic, pregnant, sporting a muffin top, or just standing in a position that makes her stomach stick out in one picture. I'll just skip the celebrity gossip parts, just like I skip the magazines like People and Us that tell us "Stars are Just Like Us! They eat hot dogs! They like coffee! They usually have two arms, two legs, and a head!" I refuse to care about this stuff anymore. I bequeath my guardianship over Sarah Silverman's thigh fat to the anonymous poster. Good luck!