I remember a simpler, kinder, gentler time. A time when a man who brought a box of donuts to the office was hailed as a doer of good, a thinker of others, even--dare I say it?--a hero. Now, that man is reviled, spit on, treated as the Fifth Horseman of the Apocalyspe ("Flab, bringer of weight").

Honestly, you get a more favorable reaction farting in a meeting than bringing a dozen donuts these days.