I just had a horrible thought after reading your last paragraph. The safety law regarding the back seat could be applied to fetuses via a law banning pregnant women from driving or sitting in the front seat, taking away even more autonomy.
I bought a milkshake on a beach boardwalk a couple weeks ago, as a treat, cuz I was at the beach, yknow, why not. The last time I had a milkshake was probably this time last year. They only offered one size, 20 oz. I would have preferred less, but whatever. My friend got a single scoop in a cup. About a third of the way into my shake, she was done w her scoop, and i did not want to eat anymore milkshake, but I also didn’t want to be wasteful, so I ate the rest of it, but it was not good anymore. It was too much sugar, and then my tummy hurt haha. Her lil scoop was the perfect amount and cost less than my stupid thing.
Sorry, you didn’t ask for this anecdote. It was all to say: I agree with you, sure they taste good, kinda, but only for a minute and then the suffering comes.
I got molested by my dad’s friend when I was fifteen, and my dad invited him to my sixteenth birthday a few months later. I had a temper tantrum and smashed my cake on the ground and cried all night, but to this day have never told anyone why I was so upset.