Go ahead, judge me. Tell me how bad they are for me. Tell me that you watched a show once and saw how they were made so now you can't ever look at them (let alone eat them) again. I saw that show too. I just try not to think about it when I am devouring my summer hot dog. Because after all, summer isn't summer without having at least one grilled dog.
(We won't mention the fact that I ate two of those bad boys.)