Back in the '90s I worked hard on my feral hippie/Courtney Love wannabe image. Not that you would know it. My one length, waist length hair was a Ronald McDonald orange thanks to the foul smelling henna I subjected it to on a regular basis. I wore long Indian skirts with bells on the drawstring and on special occasions I'd get about without shoes. Once a little girl saw me at the bus stop and asked her mum if I was playing dress ups.
I call on every parent in America to boycott McDonalds and refuse to pay the extra money so as to not load our children down with high fat, high sugary "options". I happen to think this is a story that has been ignored for far too long. Now, in the depths of such a tragic recession we are being price gauged for a few measly cents all with the guilt of making better choices for our children. This is outrageous and needs to be stopped.

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