Confession

So, many of you know my tirade against the McDonald's Corporation. I disagree with their marketing practices to young children, their resistance to remove trans fat from their menus and subsequent greenwashing campaigns, and their unfair labor practices in this country and abroad.

However, I have a dirty little secret I have to share...

I am addicted to their iced coffees!

Oh! The temptation!

For the past month I have been sneaking in several (!) coffees a week. I feel guilty every time I sneak out, knowing that no one cares what I do up here, yet frightened all the same that someone might see me in the drive through. Yes, I know that they are not good for me. They probably contain ungodly amounts of High-fructose corn syrup and are most definitely not Fair Trade certified, but I can't keep lying to myself and others. I love these drinks. I can't stop myself.

So I felt it would best to tell you this myself, rather than arriving home for a visit and someone glancing at the floorboard of my car to find the five or so empty, non-recyclable plastic cups with the label of shame upon it: McDonalds Cafe.

Shame.