Cole Porter was right. “In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked at as something shocking, now heaven knows…Anything Goes.” More than that marketing seems to know everything and nothing at the same time. They haven’t a shred of decency at all. That we know, that we know.
So, today I was in the Wal-Mart, getting chewable Tylenol and two things of photocopy paper, and I walk past a candy display, seemingly innoccuous. Upon closer inspection, I noticed a product that was at once so, absolutely hip to popular culture, and so utterly without shame that I felt what I can only call the Postmodern Sublime.
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I’m such a complete sucker for horrific instances of pop culture going absolutely wrong (which explains why I watch Waterworld every time it is on television–how can I explain to my children or grandchildren one day that at some point in time the Kevin Costner was the epitome of masculinity according to cinema in the 90′s) so of course as soon as I saw these at a 7-11 one day, I had to purchase it and try it out.
Not good. But also not bad in that way that Jones Turkey and Gravy Soda is bad. Just bland. I mean, I could hardly taste the banana creme.
Did you also know there is an Elvis PEZ set of Army Elvis, Young Elvis, and Vegas Elvis that come in a windowed tin that is chaped like a gold record? Sadly, it doesn’t come with banana and peanut butter flavored pez–just cola flavored.
I don’t think you’ve made it until you’ve been immortalized in PEZ form…so I’m still waiting for a Flannery O’Connor and Foucault PEZ.