You ask me what company I think best symbolizes the United States? No no, do not protest: You are always there in my head to ask me my opinions and drink like cats used to drink a cheese whey. And you expect me to answer "Coca-Cola" or "McDonald's".
no, damn not.
For me, the American company par excellence, 7-Eleven convenience store chain that inspired the Kwik-E-Mart Simpsons.
I had never seen such a thing before arriving in the United States. Not that there is no way, I have met two or three in Istanbul later. But in Istanbul,
But then 7-Eleven. Dede is like in the Convenience Store, said Plumb like it, buy a red licorice, milk udders comedy, Kraft Dinner, butter udders elastic; jams, Quik udders Glosettes; of the soup sticks worse toilet paper [etc.. etc.].
Except. Liquor. Not just a little bit. In the population of goblet who live near their soft drink machines, there is the aptly named Big Gulp (we say hello to the Big Gulp), which contains 44 ounces Translation: 1.3 liter. With a straw, and drink your cherry coke before bubulles disappear. The Big Gulp is not even the largest size, a title that comes to his big brother Double Gulp (which will knock you out, if he can stand up), almost two liters of liquid pleasure. Not to mention the go-go taquitos and other variations on the theme annealing the hot-dog saturated fat. I still have stomach pain, many years later.
But I can not deny having had a great time in the company of this fauna. In fact, it was nice to get up the heart, the fact is that this kind of food there, it's good (I have not said fine, I said good, let go your Pavlovian snobbery aside two minutes and let Homer your inner self). And on the thumb, it super convenient.
The 7-Eleven is a symbol, but not exactly what you think. It is first and foremost a symbol of a whole cultural system, economic and social development, the most extreme form of the principle that organizes most of the lives of Westerners: If it makes life easier is good. Answering machine, ergonomic seat, support services for employment, GPS navigation systems: almost all the innovations that come into our lives are intended to make those lives more comfortable. Some adverse side effects (my move to Turkey, away from the 7-Eleven, has allowed me to stabilize my body weight below 275 pounds), others not (the hatred I feel towards Apple products Hatred is a free, no rational basis).
All that to say that we raise at the ease of an ideal, perhaps not the ultimate ideal, but certainly an important factor to distinguish a desirable way of life of another who is less so. And that's when the story is seen pointing small sharp teeth (and the big hedge mustache) from my uncle Friedrich.
Because my uncle Friedrich, said that the ease softens her man (a hundred years later, he added "his wife" as well). He says the facility is the worst thing to blunt the drive of life that should guide us. My uncle Friedrich, it has in common with another wicked sick, my uncle Osama (a wicked sick much less excusable, but it can not be wrong all the time): It not afraid to use the adjective "degenerate." I will explain what that means, "degenerate", but I feel like it not there, there 's too bad it's too difficult a funny movie that goes to Super Écran. Besides, I think I'll bring a pizza, I go not for cooking.
Yep, if 7-Eleven is the symbol of the United States in my mind is because it is the epitome of decadence, because it is the banner behind which the entire Western world follows the U.S. example on the highway to six lanes (five from one side, one of the other) that leads to a more comfortable life, the flag leaf that the world is also trying desperately to follow.
But if you ever have the opportunity to taste the go-go taquitos with a nice little two-liter of cherry coke, enjoy it, that you will understand the profound meaning of "quite disgusting, thank you." * * *
Bravo to those who understood what I meant last week: If one has already been a few isolated and intolerant people, there is no guarantee that we can not regain a small isolated people and intolerant ... or that our current sense of superiority is completely foreign to our past torch of Catholicism in North America. * * *
In response to Marc-Andre (who wondered how I would explain what I do in life to a young child): I am looking for all sorts of little clues, like a detective, trying to discover how people thought in the old days.
That said, some incriminating documents suggest that it is better not let me interact with young children.
And I like fucking shit and impose insurmountable challenges to everyone, I pass the tag to Jonathan (whose work on string theory remains incomprehensible 99.9% of the adult population).
Eh eh.
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