You'd figure, of all our myriad freedoms, the freedom to eat would be one that almost goes without saying, one you take for granted, because who could possibly give a happy horseshit what you cram into your maw? Turns out all kinds of people care.
In a rational world full of level-headed people, when you find out you've been cheated on, you'll confront your partner and explain how you feel disrespected and that perhaps it's best if you go your separate ways. In the real world, people do this stuff.
Is the purpose of this article to grace you with bizarre, obscure new info? No. It's to make you question why we never question these things in the first place. Come, I'll show you.
Simply by virtue of the nudie-time fun you have together (or if I want to be sweet and sappy and suggest it's true love), you will put up with and tolerate the most heinous of activities.
For all the poems and novels and movies and songs on the subject, there's a surprising lack of information on what to do with this damn emotion once you have it.
If the world were going to end tomorrow, or in a week, or in some inconveniently short period of time, I like to think these are the things we should all do to wrap up what was, all things being equal, a pretty alright existence.
Given how delightful nudity is, it should come as no surprise that many an entrepreneur has tried to capitalize on our desire to see other people's assorted goodies and floppies jostling about.
How's about I nitpick all the pain in the ass things that restaurants continue to do that no one likes for no reason any one of us will ever figure out.
The sad fact is that sometimes you get yourself in a position where all you can do is back away slowly while shame and awfulness are showered upon you.
There are some places in the world, some specific times and events, where goodness is checked at the door and humanity itself decays into an awkward, terrible beast.
