In a stirring monologue from the film “Big Daddy,” Adam Sandler poetically laments to his surrogate child the slow, agonizing degradation of the human shell:

“When I was your age, I could eat anything I want and wouldn’t gain an ounce. Now, I have a chocolate shake and my ass jiggles for like a week.”

I was fourteen when I saw “Big Daddy” in the theater, and I laughed at this line. I laughed. Oh, if I could only see myself now.  Continue reading “Packing” →