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This reminds me of taking my son to a world class French restaurant when he was seven years old.
Nothing on the menu for him. All he was willing to eat at the time was hot dogs and hamburgers mostly.
You should have seen the look on the server's face when I instructed him to tell the chef to grind up a filet mignon to turn it into a hamburger.
They did it though, my son was happy, and that still ranks as the most expensive hamburger ($85.00) I have personally ever paid for.
Now my son laughs about it when I bring it up and loves a good filet himself.
Eat what you want, when you want. You pay for it, and the hell with what anyone else thinks.
If you can operate in adult, the gutter of media, and not care what others think about your chosen profession, why the hell would it concern you whether someone approves or disapproves of your use of ketchup?
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