Have you ever ordered a really good steak, like amazing. And really huge, and inexpensive too.

And it really is amazing! And super tasty.

But it’s so big, and juicy, that by the end of it you feel sick? But you can’t stop yourself?

And then at the end of it, you’re like - damn. Okay. No more steak for awhile?

If not steak, then substitute cake. Or Whiskey.

Just because you got what you wanted doesn’t mean you’re happy with all the consequences, or can stomach an infinitely increasing quantity of it.

Of course, he can pay to mitigate most of them, and he gets all the largest steaks he could want now, so whatever. I’m not going to cry about it. I thought it was interesting to see develop however.

Personally, I see it as poetic justice. He started off on objectifying women with FaceMash, he doesn't get to cry about being objectified and drooled over himself.