“[T]he real tyrant is a man who sacrifices a whole nation to his ideal”
The NYTimes goes in-depth about what Mayor Bloomberg’s obsession with his own weight has done to the mind of the city.
Under his watch, the city has declared sodium an enemy, asking restaurants and food manufacturers to voluntarily cut the salt in their dishes by 20 percent or more, and encouraging diners to “shake the habit” by asking waiters for food without added salt.
But Mr. Bloomberg, 67, likes his popcorn so salty that it burns others’ lips. (At Gracie Mansion, the cooks deliver it to him with a salt shaker.) He sprinkles so much salt on his morning bagel “that it’s like a pretzel,” said the manager at Viand, a Greek diner near Mr. Bloomberg’s Upper East Side town house.
Not even pizza is spared a coat of sodium. When the mayor sat down to eat a slice at Denino’s Pizzeria Tavern on Staten Island recently, this reporter spotted him applying six dashes of salt to it.
A health tip sheet from the mayor’s office tells New Yorkers to “drink smart” by choosing water, even though Mr. Bloomberg has a three- to four-cup-a-day coffee habit.
“I can count on two hands the number of times I have seen him drink water,” said one dining companion, who spoke on condition of anonymity, so as not to offend the mayor (who likes his coffee weak, and with milk).
It’s a slippery slope:
Calorie Counts on menus? Excellent.
Telling people what they can eat? Pretty Scary.
Ads on subways making people feel horrible about their body first thing in the morning? Just plain cruel.
For a totally alternate take on fat and body image, one that would make Mayor Bloomberg gasp, check out:
America’s Moral Panic Over Obesity
(The subject line quote is spoken by Caligula in Camus’s play of the same name)