Donut Day

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the lavish ways of my office, there is a tradition known as “Donut Day” that is marked on the calendars of every employee here at my firm.  This carb festival takes place on or close to the 15^th of every month in our luxurious kitchen, and is complete with many boxes of bagels, muffins, pastries, donuts and the occasional assortment of other baked options.  (During the first two months of the year there is also the welcome addition of fruit and yogurt to help the handful of folks who have resolved to avoid treats during the year, but such resolutions are nowhere to be seen by March.)

I do not usually indulge much on Donut Day since I’m not particularly fond of such treats, (I'd prefer something like nachos) though I will have the occasional bagel, especially if I have some turkey in the fridge with which to transform it into a most excellent (free) sandwich.

In any case, I have learned over time to avoid the kitchen when it is occupied by other souls, since I am constantly mocked, belittled, scoffed, scorned or occasionally overly praised for my non-donut food selections.

I pose this question to all: what is this crazy culture that attempts to guilt folks for making good choices?