Palmer's Peeves
Hi there, and welcome to another installment of Palmer's Peeves, my special place to bitch about things that I don't like, don't understand, or just don't feel like being open-minded about. Let me tell you a little about myself:
Have you ever been into a Cost Plus World Market? It's great, right? No! It's a damn tragedy, that's what it is. It's everything that's wrong with our society.
"Hey Nancy, come check out these Moscow Mule cups! How are they only five bucks?"
Well, Bob, they're only five bucks because they're a total fucking sham, that's why. Those mugs aren't copper like Moscow Mule cups should be. They're made out of the cheapest metal possible and coated with a thin veneer of copper, or some other mystery material that's the color of copper. The store is filled to the brim with kitschy garbage like this. Stuff that looks nice on the outside, but is either poorly designed, cheaply made, or both. I cannot stand places like this. As I walk through the aisles looking at all the trash, I can't help but picture it years from now, sitting out on the curb with a "free" sign on it, or in a landfill somewhere, slowly rotting away. Then I think about how a many goddamn World Markets there are in this country and how each one is essentially just a neatly organized dump, and I lose my mind. Why not skip the middleman and throw all this garbage in the bin right now? Or better yet, don't make any of it in the first place.
It's not just that place, either. It's all around us. Cheaply made, disposable junk, everywhere.
I believe that if you're going to use the earth's resources to make something, you should at least have the respect to make it properly, with good design, quality materials, and durable construction. The fact that anyone would purposely buy a fake Moscow Mule cup boggles my mind. You do know it's fake, right? I'd have more respect for you if I came to your party and was handed a mule in real coffee can than some imposter vessel. I'd understand. Copper cups ain't cheap. This is all to say, that I appreciate good design.
Here's a list of a few other things that irritate my sensitive sensibilities. Some of them even have something to do with bikes.