(…) A young lady called into the [radio] show and frantically revealed one frustration after another to the doctor and to all of the country. After listening to the caller’s spiel for several minutes, the talk show host, obviously out of patience, stopped the caller short and asked:
“Fat, dumb, or ugly?”
“What? the caller asked.
“Fat, dumb or ugly? Which do you think you are?”
“I don’t understand,” the caller muttered.
“People who make these kinds of choices in their life only make them because they see themselves as fat, dumb, or ugly. So which one do you think you are?”
After a pause, the doctor repeated her question, only slower, as if she were speaking to a two-year old. “So, which one do you think you are: fat, dumb, or ugly?”
After another moment, the caller swallowed hard and, in a weak, defeated voice, said: “I’m fat.”
And that, dear reader, was it. I WAS HOOKED.