By Maria Padhila
I have issues with cereal. It’s expensive, processed, not so good for you (even the hippie kinds), and usually involves milk of some kind, which is another problem. I mean, cereal was invented to keep people from masturbating! That’s at worst evil and at best misguided. And we eat this stuff — voluntarily consume it? What is wrong here?
As Ceres has passed through my 12th and 1st house, I’ve had to once again dance through my relationship with food and nourishment. The grain goddess’s asteroid of course had much to do with the recent issues with genetically modified wheat, which will probably have an effect on world trade and might be another one of the ‘uncoverings’ that are drastically transforming our lives globally.
And I’m just trying to get myself and my family off the cereal addiction. Got nothing against whole grains, steel-cut oats, that kind of thing. I know a raw diet would be preferable, but I’m dealing with a mix of tastes and digestive issues, and I’m too old to take it myself. Cooked whole grains work fine. And Kellogg was actually onto something with theories of intestinal bacteria affecting health. He just had some other not-so-great ideas.
But I am not happy about my body just now, and cereal is part of what’s bothering me. That and fear.
Warning: This post is going to be a little more straight-woman-directed, because we’re the ones who are constantly getting the barrage of messages about body image. But men and queers of all kinds are catching up, you bet! Soon we’ll all be equal in self-critical not-good-enoughness!