In Bangladesh there are no McDonalds. And since there are no McDonalds, there are no condescending McDonalds ads which tell you where the chicken in your McNuggets came from, or the name of the cow you are eating in your Big Mac (I’ve never done any of these things, but I hear that everyone goes to ‘maccas’). But even if there was a McDonalds, there would be no need for commercials like that because in Bangladesh you certainly know where your meat comes from. I nearly stepped on the chicken I was going to eat later when I left the house this morning. And the other day I was stuck in a human traffic jam. There was a crowd in front holding everything up. I found them watching a cow being slaughtered. How very 1599 of them. Anyway, bon appetit.
Update: I’ve received some complaints about the gratuitous grossness of all this. Some are accusing me of trying to rattle the bars of their bourgeois cages. I’m deeply sorry if I’ve caused any offence.
Posted 2 years ago
