There is one thing in life I am sure of: I do not care what you ate today. Or yesterday. Or what you plan to eat tomorrow.
I should preface this by clearly stating that I have no problem with food itself. Food is fine. Food is GREAT. I’d even go as far to say it’s critical for human survival.
But, just as I do not need to know how many times you urinated today, or what you dreamt about last night, I have no interest in reading about your ‘day on a plate’.
This week, I found myself yelling at my computer screen, as I was confronted by a sponsored article that has crept into my news feed approximately 32 times. The title read, “This is exactly what Anna Heinrich eats in a day.”
But… why would I want to know that?