Sigmund Freud postulated that the human personality is comprised of the ego, the superego and the id. The id…that primordial, reptilian part of ourselves. The part of us that, no matter how often we tell ourselves to avoid double-chunk chocolate ice cream, to not reach for yet another handful of nachos, the id advises us otherwise. We are (almost) powerless in its grasp. Or, looked at more positively, we engage in a great Civil War, self against self, as we attempt to call forth the better angels of our nature, even as a certain rain cloud of indulgence is visible over our left shoulder.

Yes, it’s because of the id that one thing will never go away: French Fries. They’ll be with us until the end of time. Blessed, blessed French Fries. Please, give me some more French Fries.