Treat Yo' Self

I’m gonna write a blog post about candy bars.

Hang with me, there’s a point, I promise.

Who doesn’t love a good candy bar?

Probably this guy.

Candy has been around like forever.  Ancient Egyptians were all about honey and junk.

He definitely loved Reese's.

Montezuma was a total chocoholic.  He and his Aztec brethren were guzzling spicy hot chocolate like there was no tomorrow.

Except they knew there was cause they were good at calendars and stuff.

But long after Christopher Columbus “discovered” the new world and the Caribbean was made into one giant sugar cane plantation, here we are, with candy bars by every checkout counter and sitting forgotten in Halloween buckets in closets of American children across the country.

Not everyone's a hoarder.

In 1875, Henry Nestle, bless his soul, added milk to chocolate and made it less bitter.  Milton Hershey debuted chocolate making machines at the World’s Fair in 1893 and a year later came out with the world’s first Hershey’s Chocolate Bar, and by God, we’ve never looked back.

We even have *shrines* to chocolate.  Offerings and all.

I could go on for hours about the history of candy and chocolate and such (and I did…I wrote a paper in third grade about chocolate.  It was great.).  However, l will give you a bit of insight as to *why* I chose to sit down here, on a Tuesday, half watch Doctor Who, and write a blog post about candy bars.  Here is that insight:

I'm sure this is you right now.

Candy bars are great because everyone deserves a treat sometimes.  Feeling sad? Candy bar.  Stressful day?  Candy bar.  Something to celebrate? Candy.  Bar. 

CANDY BAR.

In general, people need to treat themselves more.  Sure, not all the time.  Take care of yourself.  But candy bars should not be a guilty pleasure.  Savor your singular, first-world ability to go out and buy a stick of sugar and processed tree seeds and butter!  Life is to be lived.  So buy a candy bar.

Donna and Tom have it right.  Treat.  Yo'.  Self.