I know it it is disgusting and awful and bad for my heart. I understand that it is symbolic of the age of excess that we live in, a virtual caricature of itself. I know that to reference it at a party or the water cooler is to possibly hasten your own demise; so red do the eyes glow of the healthy, green people of my generation.
I know that it has more calories than a human leg, the sodium it contains could fill a tube sock, and the grease it brings could soak a sumo wrestler's beach towel.
And I know that, perhaps worst of all, it will taste like garbage.
I know all that; what I don't know, and what I want the answer to is: Why do I still want one so bad?