Seen here asking Santa for a new foot, Paula Deen has officially confirmed she has Type 2 diabetes proving Jesus has not only quit affecting the outcome of football games this week but is over preventing morbidly obese Southerners from dying in a butter coffin of their own making. “I get bored,” I believe where His exact words. Anyway, here’s the light years more insightful than me Anthony Bourdain talking to Eater yesterday and dryly calling a spade a spade that makes you fat and kills you:
When your signature dish is hamburger in between a doughnut, and you’ve been cheerfully selling this stuff knowing all along that you’ve got Type 2 Diabetes… It’s in bad taste if nothing else. How long has she known? I suspect a very long time. On Tuesday when she announces it, it’ll be to say I just got diagnosed… Al Roker won’t be asking her how long she’s known. I don’t think people will press that issue.
And they didn’t. Instead Paula Deen was allowed to shill for a pharmaceutical company while basically saying people shouldn’t have to stop eating bacon-fried bacon cake in bacon sauce because of a little ol’ disease. Via TooFab:
The Food Network cook, who famously uses a ton of butter, cheese and sugar for all her dishes, continues “I wasn’t about to change my life, but I have made simple changes in my life” — citing cutting back on Sweet Tea and taking more walks with her husband as part of her new lifestyle.
Deen has joined forces with Novo Nordisk to “show others that managing diabetes does not have to stop you from enjoying the things you love.”
Yes, diabetes doesn’t have to stop you from enjoying the things you love – except when you die. Then I think that pretty much stops you from sampling a scrumptious cheesecake, but there’s me quoting high-falutin’ science again. I’m like a broken record, I do declare.