Sour Patch Kids: A Religious Retrospective
I feel perfectly all right eating animal crackers and pretending that they are ferocious creatures galloping across my table (or hand) and being snatched from their romp by my predatory genius and being munched to oblivion as I go 'muahahahaha' in my carnivorous and blood-lusting delight.
But there's a fundamental problem with doing this same sort of imaginative play-acting with sour patch kids and other such generic thingies of similar shape, tasting of sour sweetness. I cannot imagine myself capturing and munching away on little children when I eat them; that would be wrong-ish. They might have a soul.
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