i feel guilty buying food in america
I feel guilty buying food
North America is weird, and the weirdest thing about it is over-sized food packaging. Like a 4L bag of milk that will last a single person a month. A different question is why it stays fresh for a month, but that is hardly a sole American achievement.
One day I eat half a cucumber. Another, I snack on a third of a carrot and forget about it until later in the week. But America doesn't sell me half a cucumber or a third of a carrot. It sells packs of three dildo-sized cucumbers and humongous milk bags. It sells bread loafs of a size of a local commuter train's car. I buy it, I don't finish it, and 90% of it goes to waste. So many times I threw away expired food because I couldn't finish it soon enough.
On one good sunny day in 1983, James Sinegal woke up and a pure, marvelous thought struck him: we need even bigger packages. More. Food. MORE FOOD. Costco was born, and it's now one of the biggest companies in the world, striking over $240 billion in revenue a year. If you want to know what my personal hell looks like, ask your American friend to take you to Costco.
I stopped buying food. I just can't finish it, and I feel guilty about throwing most of it away. I overpay for smaller packages that only pretend to be small, until at the end of the week I realize I am only halfway through it.
Fuck you, America. You won't turn me into a giant, obese, diabetic animal. My fridge will stay half-empty, and so will my stomach. I will keep exercising until we, a new generation of young, healthy people, transform the whole food industry. And in the meantime, go fuck yourself, America, with your dildo-sized cucumber.