I just read a story in the Los Angeles Times about the success of Spam in South Korea. The meat is considered so gourmet and such a luxury item that South Koreans buy the cans as gifts and exchange them during the Chusok festival.
Eight million cans of Spam change hands. That market is the biggest outside of the United States.
Hmmm. Spam. The word belongs to an elite family of words that I cannot say without taking on a glazed, vacant look. I don’t know if I drool. You’ll have to ask the people around me at the time.
Other such powerful words include Krispy Kreme, cupcakes and possibly Yong Tau Foo.
I can be pretty transparent about what I like. I don’t think I could ever stay calm if someone brought out a plate of Krispy Kremes. My body will give my mind away.
Perhaps we spend a large portion of our lives hiding ourselves. I mean, we are animals, after all. So basically we’ve just become higher form animals that happen to be able to calm ourselves to look civilized all the time.
Scene: Spam, Krispy Kreme, cupcakes on a plate.
Dot’s mind: Down, boy, down!
Dot’s face: Vacant, faraway look.
Dot’s voice: Hmmm. Spam.
Dot’s hands: Gimme one of those…
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