Anyway, read Allie Cat's very entertaining post here. I'll wait.
Did you actually read it, or did you just scroll past the "Jeopardy" theme? I know how you are.
Anyway, the subject (or one of the subjects...it's kind of a rambling post, tbh, not that there's anything wrong with that, although I didn't really understand how safari shirts fit in with the whole thing, but whatever) was stickers on fruit.
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Would stickers on fruit be like...prickly pears? *dodges thrown tomatoes* |
Bananas had stickers long before other types of produce, maybe because no one ever eats banana peels so it didn't matter that they hadn't perfected non-toxic glue yet.
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Creating awareness of the need for non-lethal glue is just one of the things we can thank "Seinfeld" for. For which we can thank "Seinfeld." Whatever. |
I was kind of obsessed with banana stickers when I was a teenager. Every time I ate a banana, I would save the sticker and put it on the headboard of my bed. Really. I now realize that this was a sad, nerdy-girl version of making notches on my bedpost. A terribly sad version, actually. My only conquests in high school were bananas, for God's sake.
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If I'd made that mental connection years ago, then today I'd either be much happier or dead. |
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The world may never know. |
Fast-forward to now, and the produce section is a veritable pride parade of colorful, self-identifying stickers. I for one welcome this sign of progress. First of all, the past few decades seem to have produced approximately 15,000 new varieties of fruits and veggies that either didn't exist before or hadn't yet been discovered by hipsters and subsequently filtered down to suburban moms with traumatizing memories of eating nothing but canned cling peaches and boiled carrots their entire childhood.
Secondly, Precocious Daughter likes apples, and there are lots and lots of kinds of apples, and there are also apparently lots of shoppers who are assholes when it comes to things like picking up random pieces of fruit, deciding they don't want them, and setting them down in the nearest bin, resulting in an anarchic and unholy mixing of your Galas with your Pink Ladies with your Braeburns.
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It's a madhouse. |
So I'm Team Produce Stickers. They ensure that not only are you not getting a tart apple when you expected a sweet one, but you're not paying $2.98 a pound for free-range organic bananas when all you wanted was a cheap on-the-go breakfast that you won't feel guilty about tossing when it turns into a flaccid brown mess because you decided to go for sausage rolls all week instead.
I'd like to end by reminding everyone that labeling is only effective if you pay attention. Otherwise you end up buying a head of cabbage rather than a head of lettuce. Not once, but twice in the space of a few months. And then throwing the cabbage away because who wants to eat that shit?
I'm trying to save the world here, people.
If you have any spare banana stickers, you're welcome to send them my way, or affix them to your bed. Either way...you too can be a sad specimen like teenage-me.
And isn't that what's important?
No connection between bananas and safari shirts. I was just free-associating on minor life irritants. I used to collect both fruit stickers and fortunes from cookies. They got stuck on the frame of the bulletin board at my desk.
ReplyDeleteHand on my heart and Scout's honor I stopped at the Jeopardy theme and read AC's blog post first and now I wonder if I should have turned my comment into a blog post.
ReplyDeleteBecause doing that is perfectly okay. This is our chance to make our own damn Homecoming Court.
Now I'm off to stick a turmeric root sticker on my forehead.
I've gotten really bad at remembering to go to Feedly to read blogs. And now that I know that AE has a blog, I have more to feel guilty about (love ya both, Mwah!). But I also am enjoying the stickers -- not enough to collect them, but they're pretty.
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