I learned this lesson when I was in middle school. Our school cafeteria sold students expired food. Not, “Oh it’s a few days late, these dates are estimates so it’s probably fine.” I mean food several months past dates, with obvious changes to consistency and taste. Two examples I vividly remember were moist cheetos and ice cream that looked like foam.
I thought it was disgusting and unsafe. I personally stopped trusting all such school cafeteria food from that point (and never touched it again.) My friends, however, didn’t seem to care? Somehow?
Every time a friend took a bite and asked, “Does this taste weird?” I’d examine the food. If it was a packaged food, I’d check the date. Every time, the expiration date would be from last semester. I know this, because at one point I started keeping records in a notebook about it.
But before I started doing that, I encouraged the affected friends to tell the lunch ladies and ask them to exchange the expired package for a fresher one. They refused to. They were terrified of “causing trouble.” I was like, “It’s just a simple exchange. I’ll go do it for you.” But they begged me to just stay there and say nothing, like the rest of them. They were so scared to potentially upset someone.
Must be quiet. Must behave. Must not dare consider speaking up for our own well-being, even if it means we must literally eat garbage.
I’ll give 'em this, the long-game authoritarians from the 90s and early 00s did a bang up job conditioning the kids to accept fascist rule in 2025. Want to know why so many Americans aren’t fighting back? Because we’ve been raised to accept this abuse. Many are active enforcers at worst, or spinelessly compliant bystanders at best. Anyone outside that spectrum is a trouble-maker that the first group would gladly make suffer (while the second group “minds their own business.”)
I learned this lesson when I was in middle school. Our school cafeteria sold students expired food. Not, “Oh it’s a few days late, these dates are estimates so it’s probably fine.” I mean food several months past dates, with obvious changes to consistency and taste. Two examples I vividly remember were moist cheetos and ice cream that looked like foam.
I thought it was disgusting and unsafe. I personally stopped trusting all such school cafeteria food from that point (and never touched it again.) My friends, however, didn’t seem to care? Somehow?
Every time a friend took a bite and asked, “Does this taste weird?” I’d examine the food. If it was a packaged food, I’d check the date. Every time, the expiration date would be from last semester. I know this, because at one point I started keeping records in a notebook about it.
But before I started doing that, I encouraged the affected friends to tell the lunch ladies and ask them to exchange the expired package for a fresher one. They refused to. They were terrified of “causing trouble.” I was like, “It’s just a simple exchange. I’ll go do it for you.” But they begged me to just stay there and say nothing, like the rest of them. They were so scared to potentially upset someone.
Must be quiet. Must behave. Must not dare consider speaking up for our own well-being, even if it means we must literally eat garbage.
I’ll give 'em this, the long-game authoritarians from the 90s and early 00s did a bang up job conditioning the kids to accept fascist rule in 2025. Want to know why so many Americans aren’t fighting back? Because we’ve been raised to accept this abuse. Many are active enforcers at worst, or spinelessly compliant bystanders at best. Anyone outside that spectrum is a trouble-maker that the first group would gladly make suffer (while the second group “minds their own business.”)