Last post, I asked you guys to comment on the image below.
I had to laugh that most of the comments focused on the creepy dude in the back and said nothing about plastic. Are most of her readers women she wonders!? Also, whether she takes the topic way too seriously so as to only see “it” in the image??
While still focusing on the man behind, mind you, one of the comments that was most in line with my thinking was the following:
“He’s just come to the realization that his new wife is a malfuntioning robot, he’s outta there.”
I too was drawn to the robotic expression on the woman’s face, as it perfectly depicts the consumer coma I so often speak about.
Speaking of plastic wrap.
I am working two days a week as a baker in the local cafe. It not being my kitchen, I have encountered more plastic than usual and have made a fascinating discovery. It is that I no longer handle plastic with dexterity: a total Awkward Annie! Plastic feels foreign to me, like a thing of the past. The best way to describe it is like the sensory fascination one might feel when handling an antique. Except that antiques are cool and plastic is not.
All this to say that I am super relieved to NOT be that lady in the picture! She is way too comfortable, and way too happy handling that strange, shiny, stretchy, stinky material. And that I wouldn’t touch those sandwiches with a ten-foot pole.