Where's my blonde wig?
Recently I was told that my behaviour lately has been 'crazy'. I asked what was crazy about baking cupcakes (being the subject of conversation over which this prognosis was made).
'It's Stepfordy.'
Stepfordy? Vegan cupcakes? Hmm. I suppose it would be if the ideal fantasy life was still women with aprons, perfect smiles and perfect kitchens. These days it seems to run more along the lines of a perfect home cinema system with Blu-Ray player and spray on tv (credit to Mango for that one), every computer console going and meals cooked somewhere other than your kitchen (well in that respect it still renders the kitchen perfect). Not forgetting the forgettable yet well-paid 9-5 career enabling such luxuries, and a healthy respect for democracy, capitalism and the power of advertising.
I think I'll stick with the cupcakes.
'It's Stepfordy.'
Stepfordy? Vegan cupcakes? Hmm. I suppose it would be if the ideal fantasy life was still women with aprons, perfect smiles and perfect kitchens. These days it seems to run more along the lines of a perfect home cinema system with Blu-Ray player and spray on tv (credit to Mango for that one), every computer console going and meals cooked somewhere other than your kitchen (well in that respect it still renders the kitchen perfect). Not forgetting the forgettable yet well-paid 9-5 career enabling such luxuries, and a healthy respect for democracy, capitalism and the power of advertising.
I think I'll stick with the cupcakes.