I can't cook.
I didn't make that post card, but I could have (well, I could have two years ago. I'm 40 now, going on 41). It appears on this week's PostSecret post, and I am horrified by how many people have already leapt up to say that looking down on people who can't cook is absolutely A-OK.
You know what? Fuck you, that's what.
As I said in the one non-judgmental thread, growing up, my Mom worked full time, and my Dad didn't cook. We had Stouffer's and Lean Cuisine for every meal. My Mom makes Lean Cuisine spaghetti for crying out loud. It wasn't until college that I even knew that not everyone lived like that. I thought making meals from scratch was something that only fake moms like Carol Brady and Shirley Partridge did. In college, I saw people making meals from ingredients and I was floored. I seriously didn't know that people really did that. Not on a daily basis, at any rate (my Mom could make a fancy recipe for a holiday dinner, but that was a Special Occasion).
So here I am, 20 years later. Yes, I can cook some things. I can do grilled cheese, and various egg things (scrambled, fried, et al). But if you gave me tomatoes and onions and a bunch of other similar ingredients, the only thing I could reliably create would be a sandwich of some sort. And I am beyond horrified that apparently that means I'm worthy of ridicule. I'm sure there are lots of people who don't know how to do certain things because they were never taught as children, whether cooking or sewing or whatever. But if there's one thing I've learned from everything I've read about being fat, it's that it's NEVER OK to judge somebody else for their food choices, and that you should NEVER allow anybody to do it to you.
So to everyone in that post who wants to judge others for eating processed foods: FUCK YOU.