Think of it this way. When the world goes to shit, we have a better chance of surviving in the wild. I know I'm gonna run up a steep mountain and hide there and live off of nature while the fats fight over the last remaining stores of whatever. No electricity to cook, store, and preserve their shit, they'll probably cry at the taste of vegetables with no seasoning or dressing. Mother Nature will find a way to avenge her home and family, and we will all be at her mercy. But the fats will be the first to go.