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http://www.businessinsider.com/millennials-go-to-mcdonalds-the-most-2015-3

So which is it? Are all the 20-30 year olds lying about eating at mickey D's to look cool? Personally the last time I spent money at McDonalds was in San Francisco in 2013, I'm 23

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The McRib made me who I am today; more than any other form of media, more than film or TV, more than traditional literature, more than fine art. The McRib contributed to developing more of my personality, outlook and perspective than anything else (with the exception of my parents). I can honestly declare the barbecue-flavored pork product sandwich saved my life, and if it weren’t for it, I would not be here today.
That sounds cheesy, I know, so let me backtrack: The middle class Westchester County, New York community where I was raised (coincidentally, one town over from where the McDonald's HQ is located) was 95% caucasian and just under 3% hispanic or latino. Even though I was surrounded by second generation Italian immigrants (my great grandparents immigrated at the turn of the century), I felt strange and/or awkward for a lot of reasons. Being Puerto Rican was certainly somewhere on that list. Also on that list were my taste for theatre, art, and reading — all things I would soon be bullied for -- in addition to my being overweight, having copious amounts of dandruff (which was totally just 90’s hair spray!) and my complete lack of physical prowess (I couldn’t catch a baseball if my life depended on it).

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I remember when the bullying started: I was in the fourth grade, and one of my best friends turned to me at lunch and started laughing because of the way I looked and acted. The stigma of being strange and uncannily different from my peers continued through high school where I was pelted with gum right out of people’s mouths while other students spit at me through straws in front of teachers who either turned a blind eye or directly participated in my torment by laughing at me while it happened (all this in just first period Biology class). A girl I’d never spoken to before told me that if I died or killed myself, she would laugh. There were in fact many days I thought of ending my life. I thought of myself as some sort of monster for being overweight. My parents are truly my best friends now and could not have loved me more to this day or growing up, but we weren’t always a great match when I was younger.


My father, a shrewd, fair, and powerful NYPD detective, and my pragmatic and practical mother, an accountant, didn’t have coping techniques (through absolutely no fault of their own) for dealing with a social pariah interested in acting and art; not sports, like my father, who played minor league baseball and was an All-American basketball player, something that, in addition to being pushed and punched in the halls of school between classes, caused me a great deal of shame. So I hid the bullying I was going through at school from my parents.

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I grew up depressed, anxious and honestly, not wanting to live very long. To me, a step outside of my bedroom in my parents’ house was an opportunity to be ridiculed, physically abused or torn down for the betterment of others’ self esteem. The only way to ensure my safety was to never leave. Unfortunately, that’s what I did for too long. The reality is that I wanted to end my life.
Enter the McRib. The first sandwich I picked up was so tasty, slathered in tangy barbecue sauce, slivered onions and tart pickles all on a hoagie style bun. Though I was often confused by the McRib's sophistication, I was quickly entranced by McDonald's idea that restructured pork patty, barbecue sauce, onions, and pickles served on a 5 1⁄2 inches (14 cm) roll was up there with any sandwich I knew. Sadly, there haven’t been any Puerto Rican/Italian sandwiches for me to connect with, but I was still enamored. I didn’t understand at the time, but now I realize what I was doing: I was learning. I was learning flavour signatures that head of Marketing for McDonald's, Chris Claremont, had the employees gently craft. I was learning about cultures and people that I had been ordering from behind the counter. I was learning that a sandwich could be different and hated, yet maybe they had something special. At a time when I didn’t feel like I fit in anywhere, when I didn’t feel like I had a family or community, I had McDonald's, and they were my family.

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It wasn’t just an escape from anxiety and terror at school, but a way to focus on being a better person, despite what people said about me and how they treated me. There were communities that became families like McDonald's and accepted each other and their faults and physical and racial differences and learned to love one another. That was how I learned how to treat a romantic partner the right way. That was where I learned how to be a better human being. That was where I learned to accept myself.

>> No.7141330

>>7141309
>Are all the 20-30 year olds lying about eating at mickey D's to look cool?
pretty much. It's like how most people will say wal mart is trashy and gawk at "people of wal mart" but pretty much everyone goes there from time to time for one thing or another.

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I might stop by there when I'm out and somehow ended up in a situation where I haven't eaten in a while, and still won't have time to run home or to a fast-casual place for several more hours. I think I've maybe eaten there once this year and I probably just ordered a McChicken and a small fry.

>> No.7141349

>>7141309
I really genuinely enjoy Big Macs

and so I have been to MickeyD's a few times this year solely for Big Macs and maybe a coke

>> No.7141385

>>7141309
As long as I can get 4 burgers for 6 bucks I'll keep going there no questions asked.
Hippies can fuck right off.

>> No.7141432

>>7141309
Congratulations fag! You win the anri-mcdicks prize since you haven't been there in so long!! We are so proud of you.

Also have a sage for your shit thread.

>> No.7141433

>>7141309
Hating McD's is the cool thing to do.
Personally I'll keep going there because they're the only place I can get some fries for work lunch at 2 am.

>> No.7141460

>>7141309
i don't hate mcdonalds and would never deny that i go there. I have never met a fucking cocksucker that is so much of a bitch they would pretend not to like mcdonalds. Only people that say that shit are old people. At the same time i genuinely don't ever go there unless i am on a massive road-trip and only stopping at gas stations. I really do cook all my own meals and try to eat healthy. A burger is not that bad but a few burgers and some fries is not really the best for you. PLUS IM LEAN AS FUK.

>> No.7141470

>>7141460
No, it does have its appeal. It's been engineered to hit all the right receptors.
The problem is if you keep a strictly healthy diet and suddenly eat industrial byproducts sold in fast food joints you really feel like shit.
Just had a burger and fries earlier and I felt awful, and is definitely a stark reminder of why I don't eat these types of industrial byproducts.