Go ahead, eat McDonald’s. Nobody will ever know
I’m told, by people with less finicky stomachs, that sometimes even the most well-intentioned foodies and factory-farm opponents really jones for an Egg McMuffin. If you can’t resist the occasional splurge — maybe it’s been a late and smokey night at college, if you know what I mean — then at least you can make sure you don’t see your picture splashed across the front page of Food Scold Daily or something.
McDonald's Shame Mask, Jest.
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