Every week I have to go to the grocery store to get perishables. Every week I have to stand in line alongside a plethora of gossip crap tabloids (sorry if you like Enquirer and Star , really sorry). Every week the covers of these magazines wallow joyfully in the muck of other people's lives, in a completely schizophrenic way. Schizophrenic? Huh? You see, alternating issues---or worse, sometimes even the same issue---mock "fat" celebrities and then turn around and castigate "too skinny" stars. (They do the same for make ups and break-ups.) The articles are always so surprised and confused, even faux-concerned, "Why are these women so thin? They need to get healthy!" Let those same stars gain a little weight and VOILA! they are back on the cover, mocked as fat. Take, for example, Tyra Banks, who, as I once said oh-so-eloquently is so not fat . And yet, people of her size (i.e., me) are often treated as though we are large as in oversized as in FAT. Take...