You are so freaking brilliant.

It’s nice to be allergic to aspartame, and thus untempted. Metaphorically speaking.

Funny you should say. I’m allergic to corn, so I can only have diet. My momentary pleasure is shorn from corn.

I’ve always said that what the world needs is more consequences. Let us abandon this yuppie nonsense and become midwestern farmers.

I love me some calories and cutting up credit cards.

Me and the rest of the Diabeats can’t drink regular soda. But we need the caffeine to stay up all night practicing.

Cat is completely right of course, calories are the point of food.

Girl is my favourite fictional person.

Oh my goodness! I like cookies, too! A whole lot, in fact.

In this absurd, hypocritical world, cookies are the only things keeping me alive. Cookies are so very punk rawk, my friends.

I’ll totally second the “You are so freaking brilliant.” Though the word I was going to use was genius. Perceptive would be a good description, too. It takes a special perceptiveness to see the things that no one else is seeing. Reminds me of the features of Michael Pollan’s writing that makes it so important.

It’s a bit embarrassing to live in such a diet soda culture.

– Jeff

Reminds me of the Four Horsemen character Famine from the book Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. He’s starving the world by promoting diet culture and selling food with no nutritional value.
…said the man with Sweet-N-Low and nondairy creamer in his coffee.

I hate the diet culture. What’s the point of eating something if you have to get rid of this or that making it not as good. I go by a rule. All or nothing. Your better off not drinking soda at all then drinking soda that has more chemicals then the other one all for the sake of free consequence.

Perfection.

Oh, there’s consequences, diet or not. We just ignore them.

Unrelated note, I like how girl is willing to spend money to buy diet soda for the sake of making a point.

Dang it. I’m not seeing the things that no one else was seeing that you saw, and that everyone’s now talking about. And my friends say I’m abnormally perceptive.

Well, can’t get ’em all. Rah Cat and Girl regardless! I’m wearing my chinese clouds t-shirt right now.

Is it me or is girl putting on a little weight?

I guess it’s cookies and diet soda all the way down.

I want a tshirt that say “calories are the point of food!” And I want it in XL.

And I, Rosa, want your telephone number.

i read a cookie after reading this. oops i mean ate.

“Coke is not an ordinary commodity, but a commodity whose very peculiar use–value itself is already a direct embodiment of the auratic, ineffable surplus. This process is brought to its conclusion in the case of caffeine–free diet Coke. We drink a drink for two reasons: for its nutritional value and for its taste. In the case of caffeine–free diet Coke, its nutritional value is suspended and the caffeine as the key ingredient of its taste is also taken away. All that remains is pure semblance, an artificial promise of a substance which never materialized. Is it not that in the case of caffeine–free diet Coke that we almost literally drink nothing in the guise of something?” – Slavoj Zizek (http://www.egs.edu/faculty/zizek/zizek-superego-and-the-act-1999.html)

Cookies and soda, if i ever meet a boy who disregards this idea of roses and chocolates and gives me cookies and soda, i will marry him. On the spot. ….Although i will probably just use him for the afore mentioned items.

This is making me hungry.

After watching “Son of Rambow” the other day, it struck me why the 80s setting feels so exotic and alien now. It’s not the clothes, the music or the slang (all of those things have come back to haunt us already): It’s that everyone in it drinks red cans of Coke like it’s the most natural thing. When did Classic Coke become a controlled substance? When sugar was pronounced the new cocaine, I guess. “Calories are the point of food” is my new rallying cry. (And I really wish I wasn’t drinking Pepsi Max right now.)

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The point of diet soda is to mix it with rum.

Her expression last panel is priceless.

This one is just for the archive enthusiasts, seeing as it’s dated well past the original comments. But nevertheless.

Diet coke isn’t a metaphor, it’s an oxymoron.

I’m sorry, I love you.

*sigh*

Diet soda. I meant diet soda.

This is still one of my favorite Cat and Girls.