Thin privilege is genuinely enjoying real food Just occurred to me to share this with my fellow shitpeople because of another story mentioning Starbeetus. My BF and I treated ourselves to a rare day off last week, and went to a nearby big city for the afternoon. He's vegan, I'm an omnivore, but I used to be vegetarian and I love good vegan food, so I was more than happy to take him to his favorite, rather pricey but insanely delicious dinner spot. We had an incredible and very filling meal (even got dessert to go and took home leftovers) consisting of what fatties would probably scornfully call "rabbit food": fresh, seasonal veggies, grains, seitan and tempeh, house made sauces, all non dairy and meat free. Again, I eat meat, but this dinner was off the fucking bomb. Anyway, after dinner we spent some time walking around, then decided to stop into a Starbeetus before heading home to get some caffeine for the road. BF gets his usual coffee; I decide, what the hell, it's a treat day, we've been walking a lot and I haven't had dessert yet; I'll get myself a genuine beetus for once.  I ordered a small blended frozen mocha thing. With soymilk, because too much dairy all at once does unpleasant things to my guts.  Y'all. That shit was NASTY. (Insert Michael Bluth "I don't know what I expected" face here, but...)  I mean, the sugar and chocolate tasted sort of good for the first couple sips, but I realized after about Sip 3 that even a small amount of this monstrosity was settling like a brick in my stomach. I had no choice but to ditch the thing after walking around with it for 20 minutes, unable to summon the willpower to drink any more of it. It was essentially a liquid candy bar.  And that was a small! How the hell do the fats drink 20oz of that shit at a time with whipped cream on top and go back for more in the same day?! But anyway, it got me thinking how happy I am to have a palate that's clean enough to appreciate real flavor, and reject sugary garbage. Something fats will never experience.