U-News Staff

Non-vegan dollar menu gives new perspective on fast food’s value to society


I was once a die-hard opponent of the fast food industry for supporting wage slavery, factory farming, morbid obesity and all other evils in the world.

But one time, I was insatiably hungry after attending a local anti-establishment demonstration, and when my friends suggested we pile into the Suburban and hit up McDonald’s, I couldn’t resist.

Immediately upon entering the establishment, I felt compelled to whip out my iPhone and check in on Foursquare. Only 1,193 check-ins; I’m guessing 100 more visits until I’m Mayor of Mickey D’s.

I normally would feel dumb about checking into McDonald’s, but food was the only thing on my mind.

The menu consisted of a number of tasty-looking options at seductive prices, but I was sorely disappointed to learn that none of the food is organic. The cashier gave me a blank stare when I asked if McDonald’s uses free-range chicken and beef, and the manager chuckled, “I’m sorry, I have no clue what you’re talking about,” in response to the same question.

“F— it,” I thought. “I’m a hungry, growing college girl.”

I decided to order two McChicken sandwiches (they don’t have a tofu option at this place), large fries, chocolate chip cookies, a vanilla reduced-fat ice cream cone and a large Dr. Pepper—all for less than $10. What a deal!

I’ve been a lacto vegetarian for the past six months, and converted to veganism nine days before regressing to omnivore status. But from what I remember, the chicken I used to eat never tasted like this. I mean that in a good way; the McChicken made me reconsider being any kind of vegetarian.

The fries were salty and delicious; the desserts were tasty and generous in portion size; the large Dr. Pepper was the perfect thirst-quencher to wash down everything else.

The meal was appetizing and satiating, nourishing not only my body, but my mental faculties as well. My perspective on fast food has changed.

No more $5 8-oz. dye-free all-natural sodas, $12 vegan tofu burgers, or fat-free frozen yogurt binges. I have found a new cause that is more worthy of my time: size acceptance.

Society should not discriminate against overweight individuals regardless of how large we grow.

Most importantly, my body is for my enjoyment to eat, drink, be merry and do as I please—not yours to stare at. I should be able to eat whatever I want.

If men think my corpulent thighs prominently extruding from my tight spandex skirt are unflattering, I’m glad. I’m not going to flaunt my looks for men to mentally undress me.

But I am going to cut my high-powered social commentary short so I can head back over to McDonald’s, check in on Foursquare, and grab a Big Mac… or two… or three.

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