The 501

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  • The 501
    The 501

    The Saturday Evening Post used to arrive at our house every Tuesday — one of my first childhood lessons that life doesn’t always make sense.

    Now I’ve grown up, but lots of things still don’t make sense. What’s changed is that I can’t ask my parents for answers. Or find them in The Post.

    I’m overweight. But that’s OK. It didn’t used to be OK.

    Now that body fat is acceptable, food is getting dished out…