Wanna know a secret?

Anyone who already knows me knows that I am disgusted with any woman's actions that, in turn, set the women's movement back at least ten years.
Well, let's meet the latest perpetrator... if she plays her cards right, views on a woman's place in society will continue to slip back, as far as fifty years, if my calculations are correct (they usually aren't).
Name: Rhonda Byrne
Crime: Byrne is the mastermind behind a book called "The Secret".
"The Secret" is a bullshit idea that was first the focus of a movie before someone allowed it to be printed. I had heard a lot of great things about this book, so much so that I was considering reading it. In fact, I read this article about the book this morning simply because I was interested in the book itself.
I love books, but if what this article says has any truth to it at all, I'm ready to start burning. Byrne, baby, Byrne.
It sounded like the same old self-help money-sucker at first. Then I realized that the premise was being explained just so that we could feel the impact when the author imposed her own translation upon the ignorant public. Here it is, summed up in a sentence and a half.
"Wanna lose weight? Don't look at fat people."
Byrne claims that we bring good and bad things upon ourselves by our actions. That's fine, that's karma, and I, too, believe that, to an extent. What I never believed was that karma meant completely avoiding what you didn't want. It makes sense if you avoid, say, an affair because you don't want to have one. Sure, I get it! But to say "Don't look at fat people" brings to mind a response from the great Steve Martin, altered to fit my own point:
"Ma'am, you are TALKING to a fat person!"
I'm not fat right now, but I've battled my weight off and on since I was nine years old. Trust me, Rhonda Byrne, you stupid whore, we feel invisible enough already. No, I'm not fat, but I have been, and when you're walking across campus in your sweats because you've outgrown even your fat jeans, and people pass by you without glancing up, well, I guess they're doing what you instructed, so never mind.
If I look at someone who is homosexual, will I be gay? If I look at someone in stonewashed jeans, does that give me bad 80s fashion sense? If I read your book, will I instantly turn into a brain-drained airhead?
I wouldn't expect you to get back to me on that, but damn you, Rhonda Byrne, you have gone straight to the top of my "Women Who Give Women a Bad Name" list, bypassing the yogurt commercial chicks even.
Wanna know a secret? I'm ashamed to be a dame right now.