Here's What Happens When a Man Eats Nothing but Food Made for Women
After my breakfast of Special K and Activia, but before my two-Luna Bar lunch, I sat down with a cup of Mother’s Milk lactation tea and reached between my legs to make sure the balls I was born with were still there. Yep. Despite two weeks of eating food made for women, my body hadn’t changed at all.
When I began my exploration of gendered food items, I was hoping for a dramatic payoff. Perhaps a set of fuzzy breasts sprouting from my chest, or some semblance of emotional intelligence, or at least a clearer understanding of how cereal, salad, and trail mix can be feminine. Instead, I got a pile of cardboard packaging and confirmation of my thesis: marketing something as “for women” -- the pinks and purples, the low-calorie labels, the suggestions that life is just sooooo crazy and women need to take a break with a thumbnail-sized brownie -- is the dumbest gimmick in food marketing.
You’re no doubt aware of Luna Bars, which have been around for 16 years and say right there on the wrapper that they’re a “whole nutrition bar for women.” A handful of other products, including Mother’s Milk tea and an untold number of chalky bars, take a similarly explicit approach. They’re typically fortified with extra calcium, vitamin D, or other nutrients ostensibly important to running a woman. But most of the food products that are “for women” stay away from mentioning nutrients. Like Activia and Special K, they’re pitched with ads full of women, touted as a convenient way to “have it all,” and always framed as a weapon in the never-ending fight against fat.
Why is this strategy (or, as my wife calls it, “the bullshit I’m subjected to”) so dumb? Because at best, even when these food products are fortified, the nutrients are seldom present in “enough quantity to actually do anything,” an expert said recently. And at worst, they minimize half the population by constantly calling them fat and turning them into a species that requires its own type of food.
Numerous women have already done better takedowns of "food for women" than I could have (see here, here, and here). But could they run this stuff -- and nothing but this stuff -- through a man’s digestive system for two straight weeks? Of course not. That’s where I came in.
Week OneI began my experiment -- which is what you call stunt journalism to make it sound more daring -- with a trip to my local Safeway. The chain seemed a good choice given its history with feminized food branding: a few years ago its dairy brand, Lucerne, began selling Monterey Jill, a female-friendly diet version of Monterey Jack. It was “Jack’s lighter companion” and featured a sassy cartoon cow mascot with a flower in her hair (makes you wonder if the cow on Monterey Jack is actually a dude).
The Monterey Jill cheese was roundly mocked, so I wasn’t surprised to see that my Safeway didn’t have it. (An email to Safeway HQ asking if it’s still sold went unanswered.) It had Luna Bars, though, so I bought a dozen.
Then I grabbed some Special K, a cereal that’s long been marketed as diet food for women. Not because it’s particularly healthy or anything, but because if you replace full meals with Special K you’ll essentially starve, which is definitely one way to lose weight. Turning Special K into a diet food has been huge for Kellogg's. In the 10 years since the brand began issuing its “Special K Challenge,” which dares women to survive for two weeks eating nothing but cereal for breakfast and lunch, its market share grew by 50%. There are now Special K shakes, frozen meals, and snack bars, each designed to satisfy cravings with diet-friendly mini portions.
Dessert isn’t just about tasting the brownie; it’s about becoming comatose on the brownie.
Along with the cereal, I grabbed some Divine Fudge brownies (they’ll “keep you virtuous”) and strawberry Pastry Crisps (for when you’re “trying to be good”).
I spent the next seven days starting my morning with those bland, polystyrene Special K flakes. Instead of choking them down with “just a splash of ice-cold skim milk,” as Kellogg’s suggests, I poured them over Activia. Unlike the Special K box, which was printed with an image of a purse and its spilled contents (as if a woman taking the Special K Challenge has just passed out on the floor), the Activia packaging isn’t explicitly gendered. But if you’ve ever seen its commercials, you know the target consumer is a woman who can’t poop. Of course, there’s nothing about probiotics, the bacteria that supposedly make Activia so special, that particularly helps women. Like Special K’s tiny snack bars, though, Activia comes in relatively low-calorie portions. It’s a diet food masquerading as yogurt Pepto. There’s a reason why the woman on the Activia benefits web page is a middle-aged size 0 in yoga clothes.
At least Luna Bars are positioned as healthy, not just low-calorie. And at least they’re good. Each day I scarfed two Luna Bars for lunch. My flavors were Nutz Over Chocolate, White Chocolate Macadamia, and Chocolate Peppermint Stick -- not because those jumped out at me, but because they were on sale. I like to think of Luna Bars as candy bars you don’t have to be ashamed to eat. If there’s one problem with them, though, it’s that they’re not very filling, which is why I ate two. It’s also why I ate an untold number of Special K fun-size brownies for afternoon snacks. And why I dumped Quaker Real Medleys granola straight into my mouth when dinner was still two hours away. What’s that? Quaker Real Medleys granola doesn’t sound like a product for women? Take it away, Andrew Sutherland, senior director of marketing, Quaker Foods & Snacks North America: “New Quaker Real Medleys are perfect for women who want to start their mornings with a wholesome and delicious oatmeal breakfast.”
As with breakfast and lunch, I stayed consistent at dinner. For seven nights I sat down to a steaming Lean Cuisine. Thai-Style Noodles with Chicken, Butternut Squash Ravioli, and Grilled Chicken Primavera. I settled on those because they’re part of the brand’s Spa Collection, which my wife assured me was an attempt to draw women in by evoking cucumber eye masks and orange-rind water.
I quickly learned that food “for women” just isn’t enough food. It's designed to starve you.
They were completely and unremarkably fine. The kind of food that you eat and then immediately forgot you ate, both because the flavors are so anodyne and because you’re still hungry afterward. That’s why it was necessary to chase my Lean Cuisine with a bag of Bethenny Frankel’s Skinnygirl popcorn, which I’m convinced is only “skinny” because the bag is the size of a baby’s head, not a whole baby, like most popcorn bags.
After a week of eating like this, I learned a few things about food “for women.” First of all, it’s sweet. The breakfast, the snacks, the ostensibly healthy bars -- all loaded with sugar or some form of sugar substitute. This, the packaging taught me, is because women are always thinking about dessert. They always want something decadent -- but they mustn’t! That would make them fat. These snacks are attempts to approximate dessert without the calories. But they’re bad approximations. Dessert isn’t just about tasting the brownie; it’s about becoming comatose on the brownie. Eighty calories won’t get you there.
The other clear lesson was that food “for women” just isn’t enough food. Not unless you eat double the portion at each sitting. Maybe that’s because I’m a man and I need additional calories. But more likely it’s because this stuff is designed to starve you.
Key takeaway of Week One: Variety is essential, diet foods are exceedingly sweet, frozen meals are far too small
Legitimately good foods consumed: Luna Bars
Acceptable foods: Special K, Quaker Real Medleys, Lean Cuisine Butternut Squash Ravioli, Skinnygirl popcorn, Special K Pastry Crisps
Terrible foods: Activia, Lean Cuisine Thai-Style Noodles with Chicken, Lean Cuisine Grilled Chicken Primavera, Special K brownies
Week TwoMore than anything else, I needed variety going into Week Two. Seven days of eating out of wrappers made me desperate for something fresh. So when a friend mentioned a salad brand called Organic Girl, I knew I had to find it. Whole Foods had it.
Organic Girl was everything I was looking for. Not only because it was green, but because its girliness came with no justification -- neither the legitimate type (vitamin fortification) nor the fat-shaming type (lower-than-normal calories). It was lettuce and it was dressing and it said “Salad Love” with a big red heart. It was also fantastic. Stuffing a plant into my face after a week of processed sludge felt like pressure-washing my insides.
I was able to further mix it up in Week Two with a few chocolate protein drinks from a company called Svelte (that name, plus the “hello beautiful.” on the packaging, made it an easy inclusion) and some Boomchickapop popcorn (come on with that name). Special K egg-and-cheese breakfast sandwiches were a godsend, freeing me from the tyranny of a candified breakfast and standing in for a few dinners. And Skinny Cow’s ice cream bars were legitimately delicious, even if Skinny Cow is the worst name for a food product since Argentina’s Barfy burger.
As I can attest, Women's Vitality Mix also meets the nutritional needs of today’s inactive man.
But the real treats of the week were the two products I had to order by mail: beef jerky and trail mix. Nothing about these things made them “for women” other than the words on the packaging, meaning they weren’t overly sweet and they were actually filling.
The trail mix, from SunRidge Farms, is called Women’s Vitality Mix and includes chocolate, dried berries, seeds, and nuts. Lest you think that’s standard trail mix, the brand’s website points out it’s actually “formulated to meet the special nutritional needs of today’s active women.” As I can attest, it also meets the nutritional needs of today’s inactive man.
Then there’s Bombshell Jerky, which might have the worst marketing ploy in all of foodstuffs. Its beef jerky is no different from any other except it’s sold on a lady-friendly website with lady-friendly names like “Tempting Teriyaki” and “Heavenly Honey.” At least that’s the idea. The execution is more Hooters than Curves, though. And when the jerky arrived, it dispensed entirely with the girliness. It came in clear plastic bags with Bombshell Jerky stickers on the front, and looked like something you’d pick up at a truck stop in rural Nevada. And it tasted like it too, which is a good thing. It did not, however, succeed as “the perfect snack for the girl-on-the-go,” because I’m a guy. It was “the perfect snack for the guy-on-the-go,” though. Kinda makes you think it would be “the perfect snack for anyone-on-the-go.”
Key takeaways of Week Two: Beef jerky makes for a good breakfast, eggs sandwiches make for a good dinner, any food can be for women if you put the words “for women” on the packaging
Legitimately good foods consumed: Skinny Cow ice cream bars, Women’s Vitality trail mix
Acceptable foods: Organic Girl romaine hearts, Organic Girl White Cheddar dressing, Special K egg-and-cheese breakfast sandwich, Boomchickapop popcorn, Bombshell Jerky
Terrible foods: Svelte protein shake
The AftermathAfter two weeks, I noticed little difference in myself. I hadn’t lost any weight. No new growths. No old growths falling off. I did have a newfound, if short-lived, longing for fresh vegetables, so I guess that’s a positive. And I earned a measure of pity from my wife. “I’ve lived that way, and I feel like when you’re in it, you don’t think about how deprived you are,” she said. “But when you’re watching someone else live that way, it’s depressing.” I lived like this for only two weeks, but I can also attest that the constant reminder that I was or should be on a diet was exhausting.
Ultimately, though, I’m just glad I can now return to eating everything else the grocery store sells. Or, as the people pushing the products in this piece would call it, food for men.
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