Out of nowhere, with no apparent stimulus, emerges a sense of disgust with the way “pizza” is framed in American corporate culture, and more broadly, in all analogous forms of hierarchizing order including teams and fraternities. The feigned casualness, the imposed camaraderie, the taint of rape, and the stench of death… none of these things do I view as a “treat,” and to no one do I grant the right to offer it to me as such.