In an interesting and unrelated incident earlier today, there was a morning snack for a very large, somewhat random...

In an interesting and unrelated incident earlier today, there was a morning snack for a very large, somewhat random group of people. It consisted primarily of freshly made donuts. Someone made a comment about the relative healthfulness of the offerings in one of those self-deprecating humor sort of ways. In due course, I made a comment, also humorously, that not all frying is bad. Immediately, an eager younger person piped up that she would just have to keep herself from making a comment because she was a diet and nutrition major, etc. 

I said nothing, but my immediate thoughts were what a good little indoctrinated student she was, and whatever university she attended clearly didn't feel it necessary to keep up with reading the relevant research literature, or engage in critical and complex thinking (and how she utterly lacked any sense of humor). And how much harm she could potentially do out in the world where we are already bombarding people with this week's critical diet update, which contradicts last week's, but wait for the one next week, and nevermind the one from two weeks ago.

Then I ate a deep-fried, cinnamon sugar coated cake donut. Yeah, I'm fat. But for those five minutes, I was damn happy.