What I do know is the combination of all three is appalling.
Obese model Susanne Eman is saying 'Supersize Me' for real - in her bid to become the fattest woman ever.The libertarian in me wants to say "go ahead, lady, eat what you want, check out of your sons' lives, and die before your time. It's your call. Just do it on your own dime, not mine." (Yes, I know she lives in Arizona, so it's not really my dime. But it is somebody's.)
The 52-stone bombshell aims to reach a whopping 115 stone, or 1,600lb, by guzzling at least 20,000 calories a day.
Susanne, 32, from Arizona, USA, hopes to pass the half-way milestone of 57 stones by the end of the year.
But then the Dad in me screams in disgust at the selfishness of this single mother, blithely squandering the opportunity to push her sons higher, farther, upward. The picture of the boys on the couch next to their engorged mother is shocking. She's smiling. They aren't. Gee, I wonder why?
Could it be THEY aren't as excited about their mother purposely getting incredibly fat? Could it be that they know perfectly well what their mother's dream means for them through their teen years -- tending on her hand and foot as she becomes immobile, arranging for her cleanings, looking out to themselves for meals, laundry, house cleaning, etc. not to mention watching their mother slowly eat herself to death? Could it be they aren't entirely thrilled with their mother literally eating their college education funds? Could it be they are exhausted from the mercilessly precise taunts of other youths who know their mom is enormous and trying to become gargantuan? Could it be they don't subscribe to the abnormal perspectives of her 'Super Size Big Beautiful Women' fan base and support group?
I suspect it is all these and more. It could very well be they are just numb to the inanity of it all.
What an absolute human tragedy on every angle, or, should I say, curve.