Let’s say you’re sitting in a business lunchroom, all ready for the climax – and then the waiter asks: “And what would you choose – with salad or with a side dish?”
That’s the moment you realize: the war has begun.
You’re not hungry. You’re sad. Or bored. Or lonely. Or you just watched the news for more than 5 minutes. And yet somehow you’re standing in front of the fridge, staring at a bowl of hummus, and wondering why suddenly the tahini looks like a mom’s hug.
This is no longer an ordinary war. This is not a fight over territory, resources or national honor. This is not about Hamas, Hezbollah or the parking lot inspector. This is about the internal, real, most instinctive struggle there is – the war between the belly and the cauliflower.
What Are They Trying to Sell Us in the Name of “The Protest”
November 30, 2025
