Supersize has officially entered the lexicon to be applied to virtually anything that can be made bigger and glitzier. Moderation was once the norm. To our parents or grandparents, moderation was a step up from the deprivation of the Great Depression, or the poverty that immigrants left behind. How did moderation get such a bad rap?

Supersize me! A rant to glorify excess?

And scroll down to the end for a SHAMELESS Supersized promotion! (Tee-hee)

Everything in moderation, including moderation.

-Unknown, various attributions

We want the burger bigger even if it is thousands of calories in one serving. We love big desserts. In college there was a restaurant that served an ice cream dessert called the pig trough (use your imagination). We love our amusement park rides to scare us half to death, including one perched on a high rise. Even the Grand Canyon–you can’t get more Supersized than the Grand Canyon–has a viewing platform built over the edge with a clear glass floor.

Few would dispute that our American consumerist culture glorifies excess. We love thrills and chills, bigger is better. We love NASCAR and American politics because they are both loud and messy. No one wants to see anyone hurt at a stock car race, but the day is a bust if there is no pileup. Hockey, football with Supersized protective gear? Juat excuses for Supersized injuries and maiming.

We have Supersized politics so much that it is hard to get everyone to agree that the President has a valid claim to the office. The Tea Partyers are spitting on prominent politicians–some of them civil rights era heroes, politicians shout obscenities at each other, a congressman insults the president of the United States during the State of the Union address, pro-lifers still murder doctors who perform abortions, Birthers deny the legitimacy of the president.

Even the kooks are Supersized (no, all of the preceding characters are “ordinary” citizens!). Conspiracy theorists wait for the appearance of a “bank holiday” to signal the arrival of a new totalitarian state. Other conspiracy theorists say that day has already arrived. Chinese gangsters–or the Chinese government?–are hacking into India’s military operations, and are reading the Dalai Lama’s private email.

We love Hollywood gossip, reality TV, talent shows, Red Carpet interviews, high fashion, celebrity rehab. We love to see celebrity reputations crash and burn. We love a good cat fight.

We are addicted to excess in sex, food, divorce, cigarettes, illicit drugs, alcohol, prescription drugs, gambling, luxury items, electronic devices, entertainment, video games, spending, Facebook, texting, (did I mention sex?), sexual dalliance (Tiger Woods), sexual perversion, sexual deviation, sexual stimulation, sexual blackmail (David Letterman) sexting, sexy, sex, sex, SEX…

We laugh off the hangover, and pop some pills for the STDs. We wonder why we are only 25 and people mistake us for 65 unless we apply Supersize cosmetics or extreme cosmetic surgery. We fly to Thailand or drive to Mexico for the surgery so we can have more of it for less money.

Anyone who can’t keep up is a lightweight. Can’t take the heat? Get out of the kitchen!

The lightweights are just as bad. The normal boring people are addicted to their children, showering them with gifts and teaching them to feel entitled to everything they want without the need to work hard.

They roll their two thousand dollar strollers into Starbucks and yammer into their cellphones while their children terrorize the people playing computer games on their wireless laptops. They take over bars and posh restaurants parading their little prodigies in our faces. When will they shut up about their perfect darlings? When will they peel their little darlings off of our expensive clothes?

No one teaches patience, savings, delayed gratification anymore–everything is Law of Attraction: if I wish for it hard enough I will get it without effort.

We are overstimulated and we love it. Why should we stop?

When sense pleasures become the focus of life they create chaos. Yoga has a practice to reduce the chaos–control the sensory input; control the cravings.

Brahmacharya is one of the yamas and is often defined as “Moderation of the Senses.”

Supersize this, bucko: Moderating the senses promotes health, reduces wandering thoughts, and heightens energy.

Wait. What were those boring benefits again?

Whoever it was who said that “Everything in moderation, including moderation” had it right.

Why should moderation get such a bad rap? Let’s Supersize moderation!

Here are the benefits of moderation, Supersized:

  • Supersized health!
  • Supersized concentration!
  • Supersized energy!



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