Who doesn't love bacon?!

Seems that bacon is pretty popular these days.  Or at least professing publicly a love of bacon is pretty popular (Denny's Bacon Festival of Unabashed Gluttony?!).  You know you've really hit on something when it's made into an ice cream sundae.
I like to think I've always been ahead of the trend.  Really, who doesn't love bacon?  And what's not to love about bacon?  Bacon rules.  I've eaten bacon forever, and loved every minute of it as I crunched on that salty, meaty, smokey bacony goodness, even when it was going to plug up my arteries and kill me. 
But if the commercials I've seen are an indication, bacon is once again safe for regular consumption.  In fact, bacon may even make you cool!
I remember when I was in high school, all the pretty, popular girls were on their "diets" which seemed to consist of big plates of french fries and of mayonnaise.  The less pretty, less popular girls ate like the rest of us, i.e. normally, which was nice.  It gave them the illusion of approachability, as though an ugly, dorky yet hopeful guy could walk right up to one of these almost-girls-next-door and ask her how she was enjoying her hamburger.  Alas, it was only an illusion.
The best days were when the cafeteria served bacon cheeseburgers.  The pretty, popular girls wouldn't touch them.  Even those summers when I worked at a fast food joint, while I ordered the bacon-double-everything, the pretty, popular girls avoided it like drugstore cosmetics.
But now bacon is the Justin Bieber of cured meats.
I've always had this theory -- you know you've found the right girl if she loves bacon even when it's not popular.