“In groups, with children, or by themselves,” says Julie, “women are often weird with food,” and she offers this example:
A woman came in to get something to eat, a woman who seems to be successful, confident, attractive, and lacking in the ever-growing typical princess-diva behavior. She was mature and put-together and came up to the counter and looked at what was available and flatly stated that she’d just have a sandwich because, she said as she gestured to the desserts, she didn’t deserve it.
She didn’t deserve it?
What does one have to do to deserve a brownie? Are there brownie prerequisites?
I suppose the most obvious question is “Was she wearing L’Oréal?”
Being neither mature nor put-together, I spotted a brownie at the bakery section of the supermarket, a brownie about the size of an iPad. Five bucks. Took me half a week to finish it off. Did I deserve such a thing? Probably not. Am I going to agonize over that? Just until the end of this sentence.