Real_AirCooledGirl

That's just your opinion. I will always like my steaks well-done. No one and nothing can ever change my mind.

So by your logic, we can't criticize any system at all without being labeled a hypocrite for living under it? Were the abolitionists hypocrites for living in a slave society? Did the landlord see any irony in being stabbed with the pitchfork he owned because of feudalism? Capitalists don't make or dub anime. WORKERS do.

Humans are part of nature, though. We weren't supernaturally created separately from the other animals. And we're not aliens.

I don't give two fucks what the chef thinks. I'm still ordering well-done whether they like it or not. I'm not "destroying" anything. It's called PERSONAL PREFERENCE. Being a '90s kid, I still have vivid memories of the mad cow disease scare. And even that is only if you eat the brain and nervous tissue. I also saw something on TV about the proper way to cook beef and took it to heart ever since. I was born eating well-done steaks and I'll die eating well-done steaks.

The local wing joints near me serve garlic Parm. So does Buffalo Wild Wings. But I'd rather have them spicy. And you can forget about dipping them in salad dressing (ranch, blue cheese). I tried blue cheese once and I HATED it. The subject of spicy food came up last time I saw my hormone doctor. I told her that heartburn isn't an issue for me at all. Ditto that I went to these two Indian restaurants, ordered their lamb biryani the spiciest they'd make it, and shrugged it off like it was nothing. I asked what her spice tolerance is like; she didn't say. Half the time I was there, I was lost in her pretty eyes. What gay, bi, or pan girl wouldn't be?

Garlic Parmesan wings are apparently a thing. Why would anyone do that to wings? The point of wings is to be sweet, spicy, or both.

Don't like it? Don't eat it--SIMPLE! I'll stick to my well-done steaks. Doesn't matter how "premium" it is. I don't care if it's Wagyu beef that was hand-rubbed by virgins or some shit. I'm still cooking it well-done. And for every comment from the food police, that's one well-done steak I'll eat. At least I'm sure we can agree that pineapple doesn't belong on pizza. Nor does cheese go on wings.

You still haven't moved me one millimeter. Why judge someone who likes their steak well-done? Why can't you let people enjoy things?

What do you want me to do? Eat bloody, raw-ass beef and call it a meal? Enjoy your E. coli.

Overcooked my aching ass. The food police just don't like well-done steak. That charring is FLAVOR.