The shame should be overwhelming, should make him wretch, yet it doesn’t even spoil his appetite. If you can even call it “appetite” at that hour—12:15 am is hardly the meal you’ve waited for all day: it’s a gastronomic offense, an insolent laugh in the stern face of weight control. The golden arches are like … Continue reading "McShame"
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Posted: September 14, 2006 Under: Vignettes By William Reagan No Comments