accidental feminist

I hate them both, but at least I can aknowledge that there could be perfectly reasonable human beings, who, possessing a certain “handiness” that I lack, might find a good deal of the merchandise at Home Depot that could be very useful to them, and rather aesthetically pleasing once installed, built, etc. Walmart, on the other hand, assumes that, unlike that Tim Allen-esque creature prowling Home Depot, we are too stupid and ignorant to understand how to proerly take care of ourselves, and thus, will be fooled into thinking that the cheap, nasty, poorly-made, unhealthy, and exploitative items that burst out of every aisle there are actually a “bargain” (this, of course, excludes the soon-to-be-released “Chapelle’s Show: The Lost Episodes, which I’m sure we’ll all be lining up to buy at our nearest Walmart on the July 25th release date). Case in point, this “Super-Size” bag of sugary-goodness, for which they couldn’t even hire a decent copy writer to at least come up with a name that wasn’t completely self-mocking:

Having just seen this yesterday, I was tempted to believe that the manufacturers knew how funny this whole scenario was. Ah, but that would be like when I was in high school and wanted to believe that “The Doors” were actually quite whimsical and ironic, since, clearly, no one could take themselves as seriously as they appeared to. In fact, I did believe just that until I was publicly mocked for being so naive. That’s when the cynicism started…