Douche Cupcakes.

 

This article from The Awl is kind of awesome, in that it points out the foodie-drawn in the sand between “real” junk food and ” fake” junk food, and the bougie moral high ground we are apt to take when it comes to such.

Claire Zulkey writes, “Many of us wouldn’t be caught dead eating a Twinkie: we’ve all been told that Twinkies never age because they’re made of wicked unnatural ingredients, Twinkies are filled with whale blubber, Twinkies will give you cancer. Yet you’d pay $12 for the honor of eating the {expensive bakery} “Twinkie,” even though they both may have the same amount of calories.”

I mean, I have literally done this. The Whoopie Pie from Le Patisserie is insanely delicious, and costs about $4. Chances are, I am not eating Whoopie Pies out of a box from a truck stop, partly because they don’t taste good, and party because they are scientifically gross. It really doesn’t have anything to do with calories, for me at least.

I think Zulkey kind of misses the point that it very well might take $12 dollars to make an ethically sourced, delicious indulgent Twinkie, and that it is, just that, an indulgence. It’s a once a month treat, it’s an option. And if you split it with a friend it’s only $6 and you won’t feel gross afterwards. (Icing makes me gag. I’d rather eat a loaf of warm crusty bread than a fucking Magnolia Cupcake any day.)

And isn’t there something to be said for supporting local businesses, who make choices about food that you agree with?

Does it assuage your guilt to make them at home? Baking is a workout! It’s hot!

Eating is about more than calorie content, right? It’s about satisfaction and experience. It’s about company and culture.

Anyway, who needs more guilt about food?!?

First-World Problems.

Discuss.