My head was swimmy after class last night. Literary Criticism does that to me. I'm weak, I know. But, it was post-structuralism.
I decided that I needed a oreo milkshake to wash down all of the signifier-signified-aporia-blah-blah-bore-ia (I am an emotional eater. Nothing to hide here).
When I pulled up to BK (aka Satan). I noticed a new advert: ANGRY WHOPPER
Since when did our food become emotional? Who in hell thinks of these things?
(I guess someone who is trying to keep their job relevant in this downer of an economy)
And what makes the damn thing angry anyway? If any of you carnivores care to sample, can you please tell me how angry food is possible?
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An angry whopper? Hm, maybe we could generate some names. Hey instead of Big Mac, the golden arches can cut costs and serve up a Mini Mac and charge more. We could send all our ideas up to the fast food industry and make a gazillion bucks, redecorate our corporate office with overpriced toilets and fire all the good people who work at our big corporation and leave to go ski in Vail. Oh sorry that's already been done.
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