To be fair you have to have a high iq to understand the philosophy of gluttony. Only people in the 99th percentile can truly view a decadent Roman meal, complete with 20 courses. And even then only those who are in the 99.99th percentile can actually indulge in these Bacchanalian feasts. People of lower iq’s are disgusted by the idea of repeatedly going to the vomitorium in order to purge themselves in anticipation of the next round of savory courses. But only true geniuses understand that making room for the chicken within a duck within a pig is a nod to the great Roman poet Catullus, and they induce their vomiting with grand enthusiasm. But those most intelligent, those special indigo children, including myself, can withstand the feast without having to purge. We can truly experience the ethereal pleasure experienced by Nero, Caligula, and Trimalchio, eating hogs stuffed with sausages, entire hens cut open to reveal massive eggs within, and pheasant brains mixed with lamprey with our bare, sausage like fingers. On and on, never stopping to purge, eating with infinite hunger. This is why I must have a woman within 5 iq points of my own (preferably lower) and within 10 lbs of my weight (preferably higher)