I began eating Flamin' Hot Cheetos
in high school, scarfing down bags until my lips were as purple-red as its distinctive tint and my palms looked as if I had just suffered stigmata. I rarely eat them anymore but have marveled at how the chips have exploded in America--a stoner obsession, a kiddie phenomenon on the level of SpongeBob, and as grave a threat to adolescents for busybodies as Four Loko.
After the jump is an infographic outlining the essentials of the snack: the good, the bad and the, um, vagina-related. . . .
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