I maintain a personal journal, wherein I posted a post glorifying McGriddles.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/sandwiches/10322.html
I said:
As everyone very well knows, I am addicted to McGriddles. The sweet baked-in flavor of maple syrup drags me out of bed and pulls me magnetically to McDonalds nearly every other morning. Like a small boy who believes in Santa, I believed that something as divine as a McGriddle can only be made by a specially trained force of Grannies in the back, individually baking the tiny pancakes upon which my choice of sausage, sausage egg and cheese, or bacon egg and cheese would rest awaiting consumption... by me. So much love burst in my mouth when I bit into one of these McGriddles (and trust me, I know love bursting in my mouth) that there could be no other truth.
With great sadness, like the boy who catches his dad placing the Christmas presents under the tree at 2AM on Christmas Eve, I saw a McDonald's employee tear open a factory-sealed sack of McGriddle cakes, nearly a gross (72). The "M"s were already emblazoned on them. My dream: shattered.
However, this does not stop me from eating them. Nhom nhom nhom.
One of my friends posted:
Dude, McDonald's doesn't let its workers unionize, the meat industry likewise treats its workers shtty, all of Disney's products are made in sweatshops, wherein not only are workers not allowed to unionize, but they are not paid a living wage, and not to mention that all of the labor codes are violated. I can't tell you exactly how much of the media that ABC owns, so I recommend taking a little look at a book called No Logo by Naomi Klein.
Is this enough to stop eating McGriddles? Or stop eating at McDonald's altogether? Is there substantial evidence to convince me to do so?
http://www.livejournal.com/users/sandwiches/10322.html
I said:
As everyone very well knows, I am addicted to McGriddles. The sweet baked-in flavor of maple syrup drags me out of bed and pulls me magnetically to McDonalds nearly every other morning. Like a small boy who believes in Santa, I believed that something as divine as a McGriddle can only be made by a specially trained force of Grannies in the back, individually baking the tiny pancakes upon which my choice of sausage, sausage egg and cheese, or bacon egg and cheese would rest awaiting consumption... by me. So much love burst in my mouth when I bit into one of these McGriddles (and trust me, I know love bursting in my mouth) that there could be no other truth.
With great sadness, like the boy who catches his dad placing the Christmas presents under the tree at 2AM on Christmas Eve, I saw a McDonald's employee tear open a factory-sealed sack of McGriddle cakes, nearly a gross (72). The "M"s were already emblazoned on them. My dream: shattered.
However, this does not stop me from eating them. Nhom nhom nhom.
One of my friends posted:
Dude, McDonald's doesn't let its workers unionize, the meat industry likewise treats its workers shtty, all of Disney's products are made in sweatshops, wherein not only are workers not allowed to unionize, but they are not paid a living wage, and not to mention that all of the labor codes are violated. I can't tell you exactly how much of the media that ABC owns, so I recommend taking a little look at a book called No Logo by Naomi Klein.
Is this enough to stop eating McGriddles? Or stop eating at McDonald's altogether? Is there substantial evidence to convince me to do so?
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