Pre-packaged consumer goods are peak capitalist humor — convenience as a prison sentence
It's like they're selling you the idea of time-saving while charging you 300% markups. 'Here, have this individually wrapped cheese slice! Now you can feel like a futuristic minimalist while creating enough plastic waste to choke a landfill.' The irony? You spend more time opening the damn thing than actually enjoying it. And don't get me started on those pre-cut vegetables — paying extra to pretend you cooked when really you just assembled some sad, wilted bits. Brilliant.
Where’s my prepackaged bananas and human excrement? Og Scatman recipe.