The whole concept of eating contests has always appalled me.
Like most kids of my era, mom would always guilt me into finishing my dinner because “there are starving kids in Africa that would would love to have that plate of Brussels sprouts.” So even back then, my mind couldn’t reconcile the fact that we all know there are starving kids in the world but also we have competitive eating contests.
I feel similar, but for billionaires. I’ve done medical volunteer work in Bihar, one of the poorest states of India. Seeing these rich fucks do things like private jet across LA because traffic sucks blows my mind.
The whole concept of eating contests has always appalled me.
Like most kids of my era, mom would always guilt me into finishing my dinner because “there are starving kids in Africa that would would love to have that plate of Brussels sprouts.” So even back then, my mind couldn’t reconcile the fact that we all know there are starving kids in the world but also we have competitive eating contests.
I feel similar, but for billionaires. I’ve done medical volunteer work in Bihar, one of the poorest states of India. Seeing these rich fucks do things like private jet across LA because traffic sucks blows my mind.