In parts of India and Africa, they say, fat women are considered yummy (and not in the same sense as mangoes). Why? Because if you have one on your arm, it shows you can afford to feed her.
In the West, the fattest of us live in trailer parks and suburban deserts, while rich women compete to see who can fit into size zero.
Ms M and I went to a science museum of sorts the other day and learned that our tireless Aussie scientists are working their butts off trying to make chocolate and big macs which have no calories and bucketloads of vitamins.
Well, suppose they do? Will the western suburbs be full of skeletal bogans, stuffing themselves with mounting desperation on fatless fries and drinks which taste like coke but kick like spinach? While up in Mosman and Peppermint Grove, obese plummy-voiced shoe designers and CEOs pride themselves on eating the real thing?
Maybe not, but it would be kind of funny.