(a.k.a. allow me to get on my soapbox for a moment....)
C'mon, Poker Chick can't be the only that finds the calorie thing a total buzzkill!?
Don't we all know a large frappucino with chocolate chips, syrup and a mound of whipped cream is bad for you? Do we really need to be reminded that what we're about to consume is "wrong"?
We realize this is all well-intentioned. America's trying to get healthier. Hey, we're a nation of fatsos. Poker Chick applauds the effort. Seriously. Salad options at Mickey D's. Apple slices at Subway. Starbucks switching from whole to 2% milk. It's all good.
But the calorie thing has got to go. The information was always available to those who cared. But now, before you order yourself a big, cold, delicious frappucino, the fact that it'll set you back 600 calories for the day is in your face.
Mmm....Butterfat. Sugar. Sodium. Dee-lish.
No good can come of this blatant reminder. This new cashier guilt thing is akin to a dietician standing over you with a whistle while you try to eat a Snickers Bar. There's no way you'd finish that candy. No one could. But, if (like most people) you're human, one of two things will happen:
1) You'll get really, really pissed at the guy with the whistle
2) You'll pretend to thank them, then scarf six Snickers bars for dinner when no one is looking
What's Poker Chick's question? That's exactly the question! What's the point?
Even if you say "fuck you" and order that frappucino anyway, let's be honest. That giant sign is going to suck all the fun out of it.
Again, all good intentions. But America's got it all wrong. Whoever thinks that making more people guilty about eating certain foods is the road to healthier eating is kidding themselves. All it's going to do is reinforce our unhealthy relationship with food. How do you think Americans got so fat in the first place?
Can't we just reduce portion size, make more healthy food available, walk more often, and save the "treats" as actual once-in-a-while, enjoyable treats? In the meantime, let's get rid of the calorie police, peeps, and let me enjoy my damn frappucino in peace.