Of course, the reason our palates are now as desensitized as once were SuperMasochist
Bob Flanagan’s genitals may well be because we’ve stopped thinking of food as a bounty and rather as a commodity. Thus, ordering chemically-laden, market-designed approximations of sustenance
— such as the McRib Sandwich replete with molded “bones”! — is as natural as refueling the Escalade so one can drive the ten blocks to work daily. Even if these practices are as
SICK
as driving nails through one’s penis for sexual pleasure, corporate interests have successfully reframed Nutrition as a matter of personal choice and objective taste. (Dammit, it’s my right to eat like an uneducated pig!) Sorry, folks, Nutrition is a science. It may be inexact, but I can guarantee you studies prove Mexi-fries are as much an affront to your digestive tract as to Mexicans. (I’m pretty sure
Pancho Villa wasn’t filling up on deformed tater-tots no matter how revolutionary either may have been.)
(*I must add that
KING CORN
should appear on this list as well, but does not… because I forget things? Thanks to
David Ward for reminding me about this provocative doc which should be ranked as high as… an elephant’s eye.*)