Somebody randomly told me a few weeks ago that the mystery flavor of airheads was never really a single flavor, just a random mix of the end of one flavor of taffy on the assembly line and the begining of a different new flavor. So even though this is a shitpost it’s both accurate and oddly poetic.
It’s like a metaphor for how the entire idea of race seems to have originally been a social construct with no real basis in significant differences other than providing a distraction and false justification for individuals at the top of a hierarchy to maintain inequality, exploitation, and social stratification. And since the human lizard brain loves a distraction and can be easily exploited by targeted advertisement, we see branding works because people keep buying it.
Anyway, merry Christmas/happy holidays and if we as a civilization make it into the new year and/or any years beyond that point, I hope we can start paying attention.
My mum used to work in a town where they make a kinda popular chocolate in middle Europe, like small step up from store brand type stuff (milka, in case anyone’s faniliar). She’d always bring home their factory shop ‘mystery chocolate’ that was very openly literally this: the bars right after they’d switch flavors, and they would be a non predictable mix between the two. I loved that stuff more than the actually store bought chocolate as a kid because you’d genuinely never know what you’d get. They came in these super non distinct plain white wrappers too, which added to the charm.
They do that with dum-dums, I know. I…couldn’t tell you if they’re actually different flavors, honestly, they all taste “fake fruit” to me, but they’re definitely different colors, and instead of cleaning the machine between batches of flavors they just start making the next batch and some of the candy comes out mixed. Perfectly edible just kinda weird so they put a “mystery” flavor wrapper on it. Honestly I respect the frugality of it all.
Somebody randomly told me a few weeks ago that the mystery flavor of airheads was never really a single flavor, just a random mix of the end of one flavor of taffy on the assembly line and the begining of a different new flavor. So even though this is a shitpost it’s both accurate and oddly poetic.
It’s like a metaphor for how the entire idea of race seems to have originally been a social construct with no real basis in significant differences other than providing a distraction and false justification for individuals at the top of a hierarchy to maintain inequality, exploitation, and social stratification. And since the human lizard brain loves a distraction and can be easily exploited by targeted advertisement, we see branding works because people keep buying it.
Anyway, merry Christmas/happy holidays and if we as a civilization make it into the new year and/or any years beyond that point, I hope we can start paying attention.
My mum used to work in a town where they make a kinda popular chocolate in middle Europe, like small step up from store brand type stuff (milka, in case anyone’s faniliar). She’d always bring home their factory shop ‘mystery chocolate’ that was very openly literally this: the bars right after they’d switch flavors, and they would be a non predictable mix between the two. I loved that stuff more than the actually store bought chocolate as a kid because you’d genuinely never know what you’d get. They came in these super non distinct plain white wrappers too, which added to the charm.
They do that with dum-dums, I know. I…couldn’t tell you if they’re actually different flavors, honestly, they all taste “fake fruit” to me, but they’re definitely different colors, and instead of cleaning the machine between batches of flavors they just start making the next batch and some of the candy comes out mixed. Perfectly edible just kinda weird so they put a “mystery” flavor wrapper on it. Honestly I respect the frugality of it all.