Your fellow shredded-cheese-snackers are finally coming out of the dim glow of the refrigerator light to admit—nay, to proclaim—that yes, they eat shredded cheese straight from the bag with possibly dirty fingers, sometimes without real pants on, and that doesn’t make them any less of a person.

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I myself am more inclined to midnight-snack on spoonfuls of peanut butter, always leaving just a final tablespoon in the jar so that, a day later when my boyfriend wants to make a sandwich, he’s all like “What the hell, Kate? Again?” The moral here is not to let anyone shame you for your late-night snacks, no matter how strange. Put it in meme form, and you’ll surely find a whole community of fellow 2 a.m. rotisserie-chicken pickers.