I found this article from the Bad Astronomy Blog waiting for me when I woke up this morning. It really made my day.
I’m glad that someone else, someone who may be considered to be more credible than I am [for no good reason other than ‘he’s a real live scientist!] has noticed this taste difference. From the day that Wendy’s took their first [fully voluntary] step and changed their fries, things haven’t been the same.
And Wendy’s fries? Have never been that good. McDonalds fries are strange, soggy little water-tasting things now, and I’m not sure why, except that they’re now ‘0 trans fat’ fries.
I’m sure that KFC’s newly ‘zero trans fatted’ chicken is equally ‘ih’.
And for people who claim that there’s no way to tell the difference [‘there is no difference, it’s just healthier!’], or that ‘it’s just because your tastebuds have been brainwashed and overloaded with fat, give them time, you’ll get over it!’ I say: It must suck to be you. To be not only that tasteless, but that easily fooled? I’d be careful if I were you. You’re one website away from believing that Bush is a reptillian alien.
These are likely the same people who tell me that ‘Pepsi tastes just like Coke’ and ‘You can’t tell the difference between whole and 2% milk. And you’ll never know if I slip you some soy milk instead.’
What the hell is wrong with them? Were they born without a full compliment of functioning tastebuds? Are these people just…vindictive, and trying to sentence the rest of us to a viceless world of nasty-tasting, ‘healthy by current standards’ horrors?
And, hey, what’s this I hear about further studies on trans fats showing that there are actually good ones, just like there’s good cholesterol? Can we maybe stop ripping things out of our foods to fit trends before the research is fully done?
Also, can we maybe please stop running around telling eachother what we can and cannot taste? Because I really don’t care about your deficiencies. The only thing that matters to me is the way it tastes to me. Yeah, I know, that’s terribly selfish of me, to be concerned about how much I enjoy eating something, but it’s none of your fucking business. There’s maybe a handfull of people who get to be concerned about what I put into my body, and most of them are immediate family.
Unless there’s something I don’t know about [like family in charge of certain companies — in which case, we need to talk about truckloads of freebies], we just need to mind our own business, okay? You can have your 0 trans fat options, and I’ll have the stuff that tastes good. Barring unusual conditions in which we are literally unable to make a choice, we will each make our own, and take responsibility for them.
That’s just too much to ask, isn’t it?