It’s moments like this that the influence of American Puritanism on American Catholicism makes me just want to roll my eyes.
It’s an odd thing. One of the constant refrains I run into from both uber-Trads *and* Total Pelvic Liberty Progressives is the curious Puritan loathing of fat people. The progressives who bitterly resent any suggestion that there should ever be the slightest attempt to interfere with their privates are as eager as Michael Bloomberg to tell everybody what they can and cannot eat and to force the world into a health food regimen as strict as Calvin’s Geneva. Meanwhile, when a Reactionary really wants to let me have it with both barrels, he *always* manages to cram in some reference to my weight (based on an old photo) and to condemn me for the sin of gluttony (oblivious to the fact that I’ve dropped 80 pounds). Both seem to think “You’re fat” to be a self-evident rebuttal *and* a irrefutable proof of deep corruption.
Meanwhile, I will take the obvious holiness, heartiness and happiness of the obviously saintly GKC (fat and all) over the dried up phariseeism of the New Puritans any day.
For John the Baptist has come eating no bread and drinking no wine; and you say, ‘He has a demon.’ The Son of man has come eating and drinking; and you say, ‘Behold, a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners!’ Yet wisdom is justified by all her children.” (Lk 7:33–35).