I am aware of the danger of writing this. I am aware of the powers-at-be who are watching me here in history class from dozens of well-placed cameras purchased from Japan. They are zooming in, which is why I am writing small, quietly, and in Hebrew.
Ms. Pencilbehindear is sitting in the row beside me with a gray, greasy box of Chick-fil-a nuggets. By now the grease has most likely seeped through the packaging flaw (see bottom of box) and is chemically reacting with the wood grain on the desk. There are 8 nuggets in there. And they’re getting a lot more than they were fried for: an awful lecture on America’s history of urbanization and its relationship with the frontier migration from 1880 – 1920. They soak up dates and names through their simmering bodies of peanut oil and a whole lot of mystery. If only they’d been waffle fries... all the information would pass right through those large waffle windows.
Captive in a sauna box of death… they’re so weak. If they were still birds they could fly out. Spread their wings. Poke their beaks out of the egg like they still remember how (and they do, believe me). Soon the nuggets and all the history they’re learning will just be toilet bowl attractions in a stall near some creepy guy.
And yet, there are 8 people in this classroom—and we’re all nuggets in a box. Fried a certain way, packaged a certain way, and served a certain way. Wings clipped; minds leveled. Sold and eaten up by men in corner offices who won’t listen to us because they can afford—and are often paid—not to.
Look at him. A MASSIVE nugget: processed, mashed, re-formed, re-colored, and ultimately something very different than what he started off as. And if you’re unaware of Chick-fil-a’s “Million Nugget Giveaway” sweepstakes, I have but one word for you: Genocide.
Society, through celebrity and trends, deep-fry us into compacted uniformity—causing people to like us for what we do (fill their stomachs) rather than what we are.
So be a bad nugget. Contain a bone, a disease. Be spit out. You’ll still be thrown away and probably eaten by cats, but hey... at least you’re not like everybody else.
Signed,
Watched and loving it
