Allow me to enumerate them.
1. They look dark and whole wheat-ey and even say “made with whole wheat” on the box, but the fact is that they are made mostly of refined, bleached, blood-sugar-spiking white flour.
2. They were invented in 1829 by Rev. Sylvester Graham as part of a diet intended to suppress “unhealthy carnal urges.” (He also insisted that ketchup and mustard caused insanity.)
3. Not-insignificant amounts of sugar and honey have been added to the original recipe over the years for the express purpose of enhancing their, um, evilness. By which I mean their deliciousness.
4. They are a key ingredient in Moon Pies, the most pathological of all snack cakes.
5. They have a nasty habit of making your milk all crumb-ey and graham-ey tasting. Which, at first, is what you thought you wanted, but later you think, “Wow, I’d really like just a pure, wholesome, un-grahamafied gulp of milk.” So then you have to either wash out that glass, or go pour a new one, and then it becomes this whole *thing*…
6. Did I mention the wicked, wicked carnally addictive deliciousness? (This is why #2 is ironic.) God, I swear these things must have crack in them…