Wal-Martians

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[crossposted from a thought-provoking post by anassadeina]

I don't like to patronize Valmair because, basically, they're slower than fuck and their produce is terrible. If i need a quick-hit thing that isn't groceries, it's the closest place to the house. but there's something about the "Lowest Common Denominator" aspect of it that bothers me. . . not just because I'm a crass, elitist fuck, but because my current employment/financial situation makes shopping there easy to rationalize.

I do not wish to become one of the fat-assed, brain-dead, drawling hicks in their commercials. That is an image that is antithical to my own self-image and feelings of worth. It works for millions of people - great. It's bad enough that I've had to subvert large tracts of my personality to corporate life, I fully intend to react negatively against having to do so in my personal life as well, but am compelled by factors I can exert almost no control over, to knuckle under to these blase` purveyors of basic things.

I am a beautiful and unique fucking snowflake. Tyler Durden wears blue overalls, and he's my bitch.