What's amazing about this little piece of recycled dreck is Kersten's mean little dig at a health book for women dating back to even my younger years, Our Bodies, Ourselves. Reducing what was a ground-breaking and empowering advancement in public health to a cliche of self absorption is just the kind of trite, petty, small-minded writing we've grown to expect from this communis rixatrix.
Who is obsessed with health? Has she been out on the town lately? The Twin Cities are a relatively fit community but come on, we're obsessed with something, and it ain't health.
For my money, the Twin Cities have always had a strange unhealthy obsession with local television newscasters. It's odd and it's freakin' creepy.
And no, I'm not from here. Not originally, at least.
Health craze and John Wesley Powell? And I thought my parodistic linkage between dinosaurs and spousal violence was as far as she could stretch!
If all Kersten got out of a bio of Powell was that he took a tough trip down the Colorado, she didn't finish the book, or she missed the real point of the man's greatness.
"For my money, the Twin Cities have always had a strange unhealthy obsession with local television newscasters. It's odd and it's freakin' creepy."
...especially weatherman and that big goofy sports idiot on Channel 4.
I'm surprised Kersten didn't simply write a column about Forrest Gump's long, long run.
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