Hey you. I’m Misty, human behind One Girl’s Rant, keeper of back-yard hens, local-living loud-mouth, pursuer of that which subsists off the beaten path, eater. I am a typical fat American recovering from the “typical” and “fat” parts and in this space I document my quest for self-determination and people-centered food systems.
You know, the usual stuff.
What’s All the Food Fuss, Anyway?
Not long ago I stood in the frozen food isle at my local grocery store and had an existential crisis. Oh, like you haven’t. I was an educated, sharp-witted, upwardly mobile, morbidly obese mother and wife who possessed zero food knowledge. As I sorted through the frozen big-guy meals I felt frustrated and depleted: what was this stuff I kept feeding to my family, year after year? Who were these corporations I handed the reigns of my family’s health over to without a second thought? I took a hard look at myself: so large I chafed in places one does not mention in polite company yet eternally hungry. This, despite painstakingly selecting products with the premium labels — stuff that promised to be nutritionally-fortified, non-fat, devoid of artificial…whatevers.
I wondered how much more of these label-promises my health could take.
I longed to eat real. That moment was my first step toward food sovereignty: recognizing I have food choices and deciding the responsibility of making them is mine.
Backyard Chickens Will Destroy the World.
There is nothing I would love more than to see backyard coops and community hen yards become a normalized part of modern human life. Scientifically speaking, chicken-keeping emancipates the soul. It imparts in humans a deep sense of independence and wellbeing not to mention chickens are hardy and you’ve got to really work at it to screw things up. Let a child feed a flock, collect the eggs, help prepare a meal for the family, and sit down and eat that meal together, then watch her wisdom and self-esteem flourish. Next thing you know her parents will feel food-confident and try new things; whole families will build relationships with local growers; the world as we know it will abruptly implode…
That is how chickens ruin everything. I’ve never had quite the same experience with a frozen microwavable dinner.
Humans and Connections.
Here you’ll find ideas and inspiration for following your own independent and self-determined path. Fellow Human, I am happy you are here. Is there anything I can do to help you? Please contact me. And please do share your perspective in the comments. Your input matters.