The Burger Parable

If a new burger joint opened and you got in and took a bite, then discovered the meat was moldy green and your tongue sprang out with ulcers, would you say “I didn’t eat the whole thing so I can’t judge this”?

No, you would not.

The new burger joint is not alone either, it’s just the latest addition in the guild of burger joints, and they all agree that their favorite spice is a kind of rat poison. They have names like “Tiny Tim’s”, “Farty Buns” and “Dog’s Burger”.

Their only reliable customers are each other—”supporting the community,” they call it.

But they never really eat them. That goes without saying.

So that’s pretty strange, but do you want to know the strangest part?

Customers don’t actually want these burgers.

People walk in, look at the menu, smell the air, and walk right back out. Anyone with an intact survival instinct avoids the place.

So how do they survive?

Surprise!
It is not about survival. You see, they aren’t actually selling food.
They’re selling status.
They don’t make burgers to create customers. They make burgers to create evidence.
The customer isn’t the eater. The customer is the witness.
And sales are optional, because their real product is legitimacy—
and legitimacy is easy to fund when every joint is propped up by a real income elsewhere.

Buying one means you’re the kind of person who gets it. Showing off the box is the point. Posting the photo is the point. Being seen nodding thoughtfully while your eyes water is the point.

Nobody eats. Not really. Sometimes they pretend, because that elevates the status of both the buyer and the seller.

The burger makers stage tastings, where the important people—the owners of the other burger joints—take tiny bites, just enough to say they’ve suffered, and then talk for forty minutes about their personal life and how hard it is to sell burgers.

The customers who dare to say the burgers are inedible are their enemy. They argue about them.

“Has to be a troll”
“Idiot who doesn’t want to support the community”
“Doesn’t like rat poison? Pure slander”

So most people do what people always do under social pressure: they pretend. They swallow a little. They laugh at the right moments. They learn the sacred phrases: “it’s supposed to hurt”.

The rat poison becomes a loyalty test and the guild gets what it wants: witnesses.

The only ones who eat a full burger are newcomers — the naive, the hungry, the ones who still think burgers are for nourishment, and the ones who want to level up their status within the guild.

They’re the only ones who take the product seriously enough to suffer its consequences.

Everyone else just gets the box...

...but only when they can get it for free.

And then they write glowing reviews.

Five-star reviews are currency. Even as lows as three stars, because that’s how low you can go and still be considered serious and get invited back.

Whether anyone actually eats is irrelevant.

And when someone spits it out after one bite, the guild leans in with their poisoned smiles:
You didn’t eat the whole thing, so you can’t judge.

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