I go to get some fast food: they’re advertising a “high protein” meal that’s just like pieces of baked chicken in a cup. I walk into the gas station and go to grab some coffee: there’s coffee with “24 added grams” of protein on the shelf. I go grocery shopping; in the ice cream aisle, they’s “protein packed” cheesecakes. I worry by next week, carbs will have been replaced with a solid birdseed brick.
I mean look at this thing, we used to be a country.
Behold some more protein products from the comments:
This one is a choice. Because everyone was thinking “you know what people seeking gains want? Pop tarts.”
Okay, sure, whatever.
You know what, I expected this from Starbucks.
I’m going to lose it.
(It should go without saying, but since this is the “piss on the poor” website, the issue is not that these options exist: I could care less about more food options, they’re good for folks on medically restricted meal plans, live the dream. The problem is that everywhere I turn, Ozempic is around the corner with a sad bowl of cooked chicken and a whisper to “come on, try diet culture one more time baby, this time it’ll be different.”)



















