Santa Cwaus Fwowed Up
The past was another country. A disgusting place to eat
Erin Manning sent this to me, from a can’t-resist Buzzfeed photo essay on vomitocious Christmas food from the Fifties and Sixties.
That is a phallocentric microaggression, if you ask me. Or a McCarthyite Cold War provocation.
I am so freaking tired I can’t even sleep. I’m staring at potted meat food product and molded gelatin.
