Hmph, I thought - that's it? The Walkers found a pasta penis
in the ravioli and THAT'S why the miserable, long faces and the looks
of disgust? What a gyp. What a bunch of sissymerries those people
are! How dare they parlay this into an AP-photographed news
wire story and tug at my emotions over a pasta penis?
Then I caught myself and thought, now now now ... Don't judge. Perhaps
the Walkers are very moral, very religious people. Maybe this was
a truly insulting, disturbing thing for them. I wasn't in the position
to judge what psychological or ethical factors played into this. Hell,
even I could muster up the maturity, if I really forced, to see that
this might be truly offensive to someone. People have the right to
open a can of ravioli for lunch and not be confronted with some vulgar,
inappropriate beef-stuffed penis (though it's my humble opinion that
using cheese-filled ravioli for the penis would have been a bit more
apropos and creative, but that's just me). So with this renewed outlook
I continued reading to the end of the story.
Well. It didn't last long. It seems that Karen Walker took the Phallus
O Pasta with her to her exercise class at the Senior Center
to show everyone. Mr. Walker said, "I guess everyone thought
it was pretty funny".
That was it. That's when I snapped. I had run the gamut of emotions,
full circle. When first reading what the whole sordid mess was about,
I thought it was pretty damn funny. Then I get guilted into
feeling I'm some pervert by those "Oh, grow up" looks coming
out of that photo, so I take the good time and trouble to switch into
my Mature and Damn Serious Mode only to get dragged down the Proverbial
Garden Path by these two because as it turns out, YES it
was funny! So why were they standing there like that?
Seems if you were insulted to the core about the contents of your ravioli
("Now with f
new organ shapes!") you wouldn't wrap The
Thing in a piece of Saran, haul it to your senior exercise class
and inflict the atrocity on others. Some of whom might have serious
heart conditions and who might have dropped dead form the shock. You
and I both know that some lawyers would come up with a felony charge
of "Waving a Pasta Dick Around With Intent to Cause Grievous
Harm" (any lawyers out there? Opinion please?) So instead of
being quietly indignant, making a phone call or two and saying, "Marge!
You have no idea what we found in a ravioli can today!",
"It" had to be brought to public light and paraded around.
At an exercise center, no less! Karen knew what she was doing. Oh
yes...she knew. Because she thought it was funny, but she wasn't really
sure if it was or not, so she had to go get Pasta Penis Popular Opinion.
It all became crystal clear. Why the photo had projected such deep
disgust and scorn.
It's because they're Sourpusses. And it was at that instant I knew
where my true sympathies lay. I knew who my heart went out to - the
person who put the Cock In The Can. I sat there as waves of disappointment
washed over me. The Kinship and sadness that I had felt for Rod and
Karen now reached out to whomever had taken the time and trouble to
craft that piece of Pasta Art, risking his or her job to do so. The
danger of sneaking it into a can along the assembly line. The many
- God knows how many - long nights lying awake in bed wondering if
it had yet been found. Would it ever? Had it already been opened and
dumped in some microwave-safe bowl by a harried mom and shoved in
front of some complaining 7-year old who didn't want to come in from
the back yard to eat and so ate the one Big Piece to make it look
like they ate "a lot" , asked to be excused and ran back
outside, no one the wiser? Did the Penis Planter daydream that the
can would find it's way to some 17-year old girl's sleep over party,
to be opened and squealed over comments of "ew icky! and "ohmigod
gross!" by Nymphets who all looked like Britney whatshername?
Did they worry that the can had been bought by some old lady who,
misreading the label as Pork And Beans, thought the Pasta Penis was
that slab of white stuff on top no one eats and, without fanfare,
tossed it to her dog Mookie? Or would it be opened by someone who'd
see it for what it was, and get a great laugh out of it and appreciate
that we all just have to cut a little loose sometimes. The torture
this poor individual must have been going through all these months!
Wondering where that can was! A sort of Penis in a Bottle, cast into
the Supermarket Sea.
And it washes up on Sourpuss Shores.
Who apparently reported the Penis to the ConAgra company, who says
they will investigate.