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Regarding the recent study and findings of the recent study on obesity in Ireland: it's appeal seems to have a rather limited audience.
I have severe doubts that the thin people out there are going to care a whole lot whether or not a good deal of people are either a). overweight or b). obese. Unless they happen to be one of the formerly thin that have, almost magically over the years, become fat. In which case...
The fat people out there surely don't want to be reminded that they happen to occupy a slightly (or more) larger space on the Earth's surface.
Or they at least, with the same help they had from gravity before, press just a little (or more) harder downwards.
They may, in fact, simply refuse to believe the survey, and if you're the kind that plays the law of the majority rules in deciding what you believe and what you don't believe, 56.9% suddenly disbelieving the study is a convincing enough unconvinced majority to dissuade anyone that the survey even took place, let alone came off telling a bunch of people they were fat (almost as fat as the Americans!).
The rest of the people, those neither fat nor thin, probably aren't going to be terribly surprised at the findings, though 12.7% of the 42.5% could possibly be offended, in a delightfully sort of way (Emersonian, in fact) with their normalcy, or at having been accused of normalcy, and could wind up rushing out to buy the latest terribly individual (and slim) Palm Pilot or perhaps one of these shockingly lovely crap Nokia phones that allow you access to Norwegian bus schedules and eight different kinds of error message.

So at the end of the day, the North/South food safety promotion board's Ł1.4 million study has left us with a whole country worth of budding skeptics whose next logical development could be the renunciation of a belief in Barry Manilow's hair, a few poor average souls with brand new tattoos and a Palm VII, and I still wouldn't have a solution to the fact that my broccoli tried to leap off my plate and kill me last night.

disclaimer:
Credit don scéal faoi "Eireann go mór" goes to the Sunday Times and East Coast radio.

No fat people were harmed, save those in the path of destruction left between my broccoli and myself.


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