Been a while, or Anchower, as they say. Enjoyed summer in VT, or what there was of it, and now back to the salt mines ivory tower, day job. I am sorry that there has not been much in this space - much has migrated to my IRL FB page -- feel free to get at me there -- and many of the things that used to get The Cod riled up don't as much any more. And there have been some good meals, but not many exciting ones.
The one perennial source of post energy is the feature we call Guiteau Monday, where we honor America's favorite cartoon cat with the name of his namesake's assasin by rounding up what is awful in the world of food. The threshhold gets higher, though, and even abominations like "Rockin' Quesadilla Sliders" pass with a shrug. But the Cod still has bees in his bonnet, and rape culture, esp on campus, is a biggie. So this, via Mobute, jumped right on out.
Where to begin? The scare quotes around Date Rape, for one thing. It's like people still take the Roiphes seriously. The Cod last smoked weed around the time of the most recent Dan Marino Super Bowl appearance, but as I understand it, marijuana is not a very effective date rape drug, and indeed, may even prevent cunnilingus. Also, I understand that marihuana has become more potent in recent years, but this advertisement suggests that it allows time travel, in that we have an assailant wearing Bugle Boy jeans traveling to 1993 to feed marihuana cookies packaged like Luna bars to his victim. The Cod can only conclude that the folks who conceived of this ad were, you know, baked out of their skulls, and that it is, inevitably, another Guiteau Monday.
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