Back off the Mac
You know what repels me? Lobster mac & cheese. It’s freakin’ delicious, don’t get me wrong, but it represents something just plain evil. You know what that “something” is? Of course you don’t. This was a rhetorical device. Just… just let me get to the point, dammit: if you think about it, lobster mac & cheese (or any mac & cheese that’s been imposed upon by some super-luxe/foodie ingredient) is basically gentrification.
Why? WHY?! Because, kids, it’s the exact same thing. There’s mac & cheese, a gooey, substantial proletarian treasure. Sure, it’s basic, but it’s not capital-B Basic. Also, it’s affordable, and for at least five minutes after you eat it, you are laden with a comforting, childlike warmth -- a rare luxury in this cold, low-cholesterol post-adolescence. Mac & cheese MAKES SENSE, you guys. There’s nothing wrong with it.