My contribution to World Socialism And All That Good Stuff for this year was to send Mum into a fit of hysterics while we were watching some Food Network show about spoiled yuppies making cake designers fight to the death for the right to do their wedding cake, by exclaiming, as the baker was detailing how much work her assistant was putting into 144,000 chocolate truffles, "Well, why not just set some slaves on fire while you're at it?" (Seriously, though, the older I get the less tolerance I have for Conspicuous Consumption, and I didn't have any to begin with...)
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