Get your fix: Sex, drugs and rock's of faux sugar!
Some say (in NZ) that consuming this shit gives you brain cancer, and having worked in a cafe for a good many years in this day and age it is not so common to find people still adding a drop of "sweetener" in there low fat coffees in NZ. There seems to be some sort of unwritten consensus that this white crystal can't be all that good for you, so people stick it out and go for a bitter sweet dream of a strong coffee or man up and add a heaped spoonful of "goodtimes" fatty unadulterated sugar to their brew.
In Argentina its not a coffee without the option of a spoon full of brain cancer! haha not that I could prove a thing, to me its one of those "myths" you learn in primary school that is ingrained so deeply in you and ends up that putting you off for life. Perhaps you could argue, in a Mary Poppins sort of a way, that "A spoon full of faux sugar helps the weee-ight go down". But let me quote from an important figure in our "body obsessed - must be thin" pop culture, the "respectable and oh so wise"....
"Only fat people drink diet coke." Paris Hilton whilst consuming a non "diet" coke.
GIVE UP THE ADDICTION... FAT PEOPLE DIE HAPPY! PASS THE SUGAR PLEASE!
Hands down there if there is one thing I am going to cry myself to sleep about when I leave (and then try and recreate in backpacker bars full of Latin blooded snake hipped humans) is DANCING! "let your hips swingggg". For one year ONE FREAKING YEAR I have danced around this continent almost everyday and most off the time my commitment has been enforced by my inclination to kick off my high heels and dance barefooted in broken glass littered dance floors. I just freaking love it, I am talking total dedication, sweat pouring down my rosey cheeked face, a sparkle in my eye and god knows what happens with my body.. but its is something indescribably blissfully insanely AWESOMELY fantastic!!! These people must have been born dancing in their over sized baby skin and bald headedness.
