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Harold Cox: The Rotisserie of Shame
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Harold Cox's plan was genius, in theory. He would photograph himself naked from four angles every morning — a rotisserie of self-documentation — to track his weight loss in glorious, spinning time-lapse. He endured horrible green smoothies with grapefruit peel and a stationary bike that, as he put it, 'goes nowhere fast.' Then came Chicago. A work presentation. An AV technician. A flash drive mix-up. Suddenly, Harold's nude progress photos — arms stretched, legs stretched — were cycling on a massive screen in front of a live audience. A woman walked in, screamed, and walked back out. Harold yanked every cable from the wall to stop what he now immortally calls 'the rotisserie of shame.' [1] — Harold Cox "Harold Cox's plan to document his weight loss with time-lapse nude photos seemed brilliant — until the AV guy accidentally projected them d…" 01:04 He has never returned to Chicago. His closing insight — that freedom is letting go of your blunders — earns the best kind of laugh: the one that comes from recognition.
Harold Cox's plan to document his weight loss with time-lapse nude photos seemed brilliant — until the AV guy accidentally projected them during a live work presentation. A woman walked in, screamed, and Harold yanked every cable from the wall to stop what he now calls 'the rotisserie of shame.'
After fleeing Chicago and vowing never to return, Harold Cox found an unlikely life lesson in his most embarrassing moment. Freedom, he concluded, is what happens when you finally let go of your blunders.
So mortified by the incident, Harold Cox says he has never returned to Chicago since giving that presentation.
