This morning Quora asked me why some people ignore or accept obvious lies, in particular the frightening lies of a certain world leader. While I am a licensed clinical professional, we have an ethical code which prevents us from pinning diagnosis on public animals of any sort, be they elephants, donkeys or actual people. This is a good rule since some of us have had too much Kool-Aid and without such codes everyone’s mother could end up on a psych unit. In lieu of psychobabble, the answer is food.

Let’s say you really love fettuccini alfredo and chocolate cake but your doctor’s put you on a medically prescribed diet because you just had your fourth bypass surgery. Your doctor’s told you numerous times with certainty, your diet is contributing to your heart disease and if you don’t change your ways it could be fatal.

It’s Friday night. You worked hard all week. Your partner says Hey babe, let’s go out. You’re sitting in the booth, looking at the menu. As your eyes read the nutrition information of every entree, including the salads and appetizers you’re mentally listing all the reasons why you hate this new thing restaurants are doing and you deserve to have fettuccini alfredo and chocolate cake. You’ve started a silent proclamation in your head in which you’re the defendant of your case for getting what you want, what suits you best, because the thought of changing means in some ways, admitting that you’ve been wrong, maybe apologizing for what you’ve put yourself and others through, hoping they’re not mad you, wondering if they still love you and fearing they’ll love the new, possibly thinner you more which makes you feel sick and angry at the thought that they might love you less right now. On top of all this you’d have to learn a whole new way of living and then, dare to hope that all those changes will somehow make things better yet you feel a tremendous sense of doubt that you’ll ever fit in with those kale juicing, yoga pants wearing, fruit loving, happy people. Plus, why would god make fettuccine alfredo if he didn’t think people should eat it? What could be more classic than chocolate cake for dessert? It’s probably the oldest, dearest, sweetest, kindest most wholesome tradition on earth!

You’ve even gone so far as to negate the validity of the nutritional information posted on the menu, believing nutritionists are miserable conspirators against food that tastes good and are trying to humiliate people who just want to live life and enjoy themselves. In your head, you’re already preparing what you’ll say to your doctor after he reads your next lab results and sees your cholesterol has gone up instead of down; It was the nurses fault. She probably mixed up my tube with someone else’s. You think of ways to blame and shame him for being a lousy doctor while imagining how you’ll tell him you’ve been walking every day, eating nothing but salad, how the medication must not be working and how the world is basically out to get you. You might even threaten to sue because now you’ve started to convince yourself that it’s all true, the nurse is an idiot, nutritionists are insulting, people are shallow jerks and your doctor really isn’t trying that hard to save your life.

There’s still time to reconsider and order the baked fish and steamed broccoli but you’d rather die than sacrifice the warm, familiar, creamy, cheesy comfort of the reward you feel owed for all the difficulties and slights you’ve endured this week, your whole life really. The thought of being denied a real dinner could almost bring you to tears. I mean, what else is there to look forward to? Life is just full of never ending demands; work, kids, chores, sticking to the budget, paying bills, the in-laws, the neighbors, the holidays. It’s chaos! Is it really so much to ask to just have your damn bowl of pasta and one harmless slice of friggin’ cake?

The server comes to take your order. I’m having mozzarella’s sticks, the fettuccini alfredo and chocolate cake for dessert. Because I am an American and it’s my Friday night!


I wrote about cake two weeks in a row. I’m sure that means something, like I’m a secretly depraved cake fiend posing as a partially recovered anorexic. Ok that’s probably true. What a world huh? Off to work on the book! Happy Sunday.

8 thoughts on “Devil’s Advocate

  1. Super post. ❤

    I know people who think like that. Not just people in public life. Not that this is a news flash! ROFL

    Charles Dickens said in Great Expectations, "All other swindlers upon earth are nothing to the self-swindlers, and with such pretences did I cheat myself. Surely a curious thing. That I should innocently take a bad half-crown of somebody else's manufacture, is reasonable enough; but that I should knowingly reckon the spurious coin of my own make, as good money! An obliging stranger, under pretence of compactly folding up my bank-notes for security's sake, abstracts the notes and gives me nutshells; but what is his sleight of hand to mine, when I fold up my own nutshells and pass them on myself as notes!"

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