But what kind of food would a laaaaaady eat?

Someday, the juicing trend will be to this decade what bagels and carb-loading were to the ’90s. Until then, let’s enjoy the “food diary” of juicing queen Amanda Chantal Bacon.

It’s problematic for all sorts of reasons.

• The thinly veiled advertising for her company’s super expensive products.
• The fact that JUICING SUCKS because you get all the sugar and calories but none of the fiber of eating fruit and veg (besides, souping is the new juicing)
• The use of ooey gooey nutrition terminology to dress up what seems like seriously disordered eating (though it’s still not as bad as Kelly Wearster’s batshit crazy food diary)
• The story’s rapturous, unquestioning tone
• The general obliviousness that makes Bacon seem like a walking, talking, downward-dogging stereotype of the Self-Satisfied Rich L.A. Yoga Lady.

There is so much to ridicule. And yet…

I feel (a little) bad for the amount of scorn heaped on her. When women talk openly about what they eat, they walk a fine line. Too healthy? You’re an obsessive narcissist. Not healthy enough? Here’s an unasked-for critique of all your life choices. These food diaries play into that. They’re almost always done by wealthy, skinny white women. And they ALWAYS conflate weight with health — even though BMI sucks as an overall measure of health. (As a side note, men like Tom Brady are rarely asked for their food diaries unless it’s for a health-centric story and/or outlet.)

What would food diaries look like if a more diverse crew of women — all shapes, sizes, races, classes — kept and shared them? I’d read that! Hell, I’d compile and write that!