Oh British journalism. Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you. Here is an article by a British woman about how hard it is for her, an anorexic, to eat normally for a week. Yes, she decides to live out a fantasy and eat everything she wants like a “normal” person for three weeks, just to see how she fares. (Spoiler: it’s hard for her.) When I read this, I get the feeling of impatience I always get when I read about eating disorders. Who cares about the last time you ate Yorkshire pudding, lady? I realize these people are sick, and I really do pity them, but they are also so boring. Reading about someone’s obsessions is like reading about people’s dreams–they are only interesting to the person who has them.

In the end, she realizes that she is gaining weight, so she suddenly decides to be anorexic again. Because, somehow, “all this eating has proved what I thought all along: food makes you soft, lazy, undisciplined.” Huh? This author comes off as narcissistic and mentally ill, which is pretty irresponsible on The Daily Mail’s part, if you ask me. What’s next, a kleptomaniac who gives up stealing for a week? A schizophrenic with delusions of grandeur explaining why he really is god?

The article does do one thing, however. It shows how utterly pointless eating disorders are. As the author herself says: “Oh, and by the way, at the start of this odyssey I weigh 8st 2lb, which is slight for my 5ft 8in frame. What a silly, empty half-century achievement that is.” Amen, sister.