May 27, 2011

To Kenickie, with Love

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When I was in the eighth grade, my school put on a production of Grease. I played Frenchy.

Our uber-conservative music teacher, whose husband was the pastor at one of the local congregations, made us change the lyrics to Greased Lightning. Effective immediately, pussy-wagon became dragon-wagon (and WTF is a dragon-wagon anyway?), and the chicks’ll cream became the chicks’ll dream. Oh, and Rizzo’s pregnancy debacle became a terribly scandalous mononucleosis scare. Because we all know what kind of scarlet letter "the kissing disease" can brand upon an otherwise virginal young lady, especially when contracted at the high school level.

The part of Danny Zuko was played by a well-meaning but excrutiatingly tone-deaf black kid, who beat out an equally tone-deaf but far geekier Jewish kid with glasses, who had fancied himself a shoe-in for the part. The Jewish kid was devastated to learn that he had, instead, been cast as Kenickie. He was undoubtedly counting on the lead to catapult him into stardom, as nothing says “a star is born” like an awkward yeshiva boy singing sanitized show tunes in tight pants and a leather jacket. Tell me more. Tell. Me. More.

Of course, what Yeshiva Boy didn’t realize was that, unlike in the film, in the stage production of Grease, the much-beloved song Greased Lightning is performed by Kenickie, not Danny Zuko. In retrospect, I believe we can directly credit this technicality with Yeshiva Boy’s future success as a performer. You see, just few years ago, I turned on Comedy Central and saw ol' YB hammin' it up (get it? ham? yeshiva?) on Premium Blend. While I really was happy for his success and prided myself in having once shared the stage with a “real network performer” (not to mention that I also once went on a date with the now-sort-of-not-really-famous Yeshiva Boy to see Top Gun-- don't be jealous), I was also reminded of the accuracy of the statistics reflected in this graph:







Anyhow, it was today’s terribly sad news of the passing of Jeff Conaway, the original celluloid Kenickie, that made me hearken back to those happy days of puberty and pancake makeup. I’m not gonna lie; I had a huge crush on the Conaway, starting with Grease, and continuing on through his Taxi years.

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Such was my love for the chiseled heartthrob with the fabulously feathered hair, that my schoolgirl crush did not fade over time. Instead, it became the pitter-patter of a quasi-cougar heart, lingering well into into his tragically final showbiz years on Celebrity Fit Club and, later, Celebrity Rehab.



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Yes, really. To my heart I must be true.

Rest in peace, Jeff Conaway.



May 25, 2011

My Life's Cheesy Discharge

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About a month and a half ago, at the recommendation of an acupuncturist, I cut all dairy products from my diet, cold tofurkey.

Prior to making this change, I would often find myself, like many people on a largely vegetarian diet, gravitating to those gloriously stinky lumps of coagulated mammal juice, also known as cheese. All too often, cheese was my default protein.

Okay, to be honest, protein had little to do with it. I just liked cheese. Correction:I was obsessed with cheese. So addicted was I to its salty, acidic, gooey, stinky goodness, I would constrict my big, cheesy gut in a Chinese jumprope tourniquet and sweat profusely, shaking with the cheesy DTs, before compulsively ingesting its stank glory . And while cheese was really my weakness, I should also mention that I really loved half-and-half in my coffee, crema in my burritos, and even the occasional (read: frequent) late-night bowl of Ben and Jerry’s.

The skinny on nutrition:
Cow's milk versus Blue Diamond Almond Milk. Image courtesy of A Voice 4 Animals.
Strangely enough, the transition has been easier than I would have imagined. At first, I tried some of the cheese substitutes on the market, including the new Daiya products that vegans (of which I am not one) seem to swear by these days. Sadly (or not), I quickly realized that some things are not meant to be replicated (read: I'm not into melted plastic). Instead, I started replacing my cheese cravings with healthy fats and salty flavors, including olive oil, avocadoes (I eat an average of one every day!), tahini, tamari, pistachios, almonds, hummus, and those delicious seasoned seaweed snacks from Korea. I began using almond milk on my cereal, and discovered that it is far tastier than cow's milk.  Almond milk is also equal to or richer than cow's milk in most nutrients (including calcium and vitamin D), not to mention lower in sugar, fat, and calories (note the side-by-side label comparison to the right). It also goes well in my coffee, although I’m really loving So Delicious’ line of coconut-based creamers, which are creamy, not coconutty at all, and completely fat-free!

I actually think I’m eating more protein now that I’m dairy-free. I’m preoccupied with lentils, peas, garbanzos, crispy tofu drenched in spicy sauces, and this amazingly tasty, all-natural mock abalone (chai-pow yu) that I get in the Chinese grocery. (Yeah, yeah what are you looking at? DON’T MOCK THE MOCK ABALONE!) And vegan-haters, hold your lactic-acid tongues, because still include sustainably raised/caught fish in my diet, and even the occasional organic, free-range egg.

Despite the past 20 years or so of red-meat-and-poultry-free living, I find I’m discovering so many new delicious fruits, vegetables, and fungi at the farmers’ markets and Asian grocers, produce I previously overlooked out of what I now see as cheese-induced laziness or plain-old lack of resourcefulness. At the risk of sounding like a cliché, since I’ve given up the cow juice, food just plain-old tastes better.

Menu-planning aside, the most positive transformations associated with my life's cheesy discharge have been those I’ve witnessed in my own body. Although I started seeing the Chinese doctor for back and neck issues, I now have begun to see dramatic changes in my physical issues that were unrelated to my initial primary complaints. I have more energy. My hair, skin, and nails are stronger and healthier than they’ve been in years (aside from the expected initial detox breakout during the first couple of days of giving up dairy). My springtime allergies (congestion, sinus pain, and eczema) are virtually nonexistent. Gassiness is a thing of the past. Oh, and I’ve lost eleven pounds.

And don't even get me started on the awesomeness of my poops...
 
 
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