My first student crusade!!!
This isn't how I thought I'd fight The Man but I threw in my muscle to help solicit Wawa to take over the growing chain of 7-11s on Temple's Campus.
My letter:
I'm a Temple student and I totally support getting a freakin' Wawa on campus.
7-11 doesn't care about us the way Wawa does. 7-11's name in itself is a hellish reminder of schedules, of measured time (and isn't this the best time of our lives?), of rigidity, of conformity...of THE MAN. It's a series of numbers! What am I, a "code?" Am I nothing but a wallet to them? A STATISTIC? It's like a Star Trek Episode where the Captain and his crew are trapped in the jaws of a cold, heartless being called "7 of 11." Bad episode, dude. Bad. Episode.
Wawa, on the other hand, is a Native American tree-hugging-lets-smoke-a-pipe-and-slurp-volcanically-searing-hazelnut-coffee-cause-we're-goose-lovers-who-cares-if-out-of-towners-laugh-at-the-name-don't-get-me-started-on-piggly-wiggly-in-north-carolina-do-they-have-a-slurpee-selection-like-this sort of appeal. And we are well trained to love the tan and hunter coffee cups.
Say no to institutional white of 7-11's corporate identity!!!
Truly, man, it's a daily insult that chips away, bit by bit, our sense of individualism. 7-11's anti-American. They don't provide the maternal hug that only Wawa's touch-screen deli ordering system can. It's the closest thing we have to our moms, those orange and red "ORDER HERE" signs. Look at me, I'm getting misty. You know, we college students really need to feel that connection to the nest when we're out here in the world for the first time.
Additionally, 7-11 can't cater properly to our belief in dumping our parents' money into frivolous purchases...like midnight meatball-with-provolone rampages. And every American knows there's nothing quite so "red white and blue" as blowing disposable income on food when we already have funds available for the school's meal plan. It's the American way!
We support capitalism, and we're telling you, you're the best, and we want YOU. Please don't destroy our fragile faith in the invisible hand of the market. We're the bleating consumers. Please, please, please bring Wawa to Temple.
I love you madly.
Kate
My letter:
I'm a Temple student and I totally support getting a freakin' Wawa on campus.
7-11 doesn't care about us the way Wawa does. 7-11's name in itself is a hellish reminder of schedules, of measured time (and isn't this the best time of our lives?), of rigidity, of conformity...of THE MAN. It's a series of numbers! What am I, a "code?" Am I nothing but a wallet to them? A STATISTIC? It's like a Star Trek Episode where the Captain and his crew are trapped in the jaws of a cold, heartless being called "7 of 11." Bad episode, dude. Bad. Episode.
Wawa, on the other hand, is a Native American tree-hugging-lets-smoke-a-pipe-and-slurp-volcanically-searing-hazelnut-coffee-cause-we're-goose-lovers-who-cares-if-out-of-towners-laugh-at-the-name-don't-get-me-started-on-piggly-wiggly-in-north-carolina-do-they-have-a-slurpee-selection-like-this sort of appeal. And we are well trained to love the tan and hunter coffee cups.
Say no to institutional white of 7-11's corporate identity!!!
Truly, man, it's a daily insult that chips away, bit by bit, our sense of individualism. 7-11's anti-American. They don't provide the maternal hug that only Wawa's touch-screen deli ordering system can. It's the closest thing we have to our moms, those orange and red "ORDER HERE" signs. Look at me, I'm getting misty. You know, we college students really need to feel that connection to the nest when we're out here in the world for the first time.
Additionally, 7-11 can't cater properly to our belief in dumping our parents' money into frivolous purchases...like midnight meatball-with-provolone rampages. And every American knows there's nothing quite so "red white and blue" as blowing disposable income on food when we already have funds available for the school's meal plan. It's the American way!
We support capitalism, and we're telling you, you're the best, and we want YOU. Please don't destroy our fragile faith in the invisible hand of the market. We're the bleating consumers. Please, please, please bring Wawa to Temple.
I love you madly.
Kate