Bonfire of the Brands
drivingrl
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I would so much call this guy 'shallow' as I would 'slow.'
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/5292860.stm
We are surrounded by myriad brands, flashing neon signs, billboards, labels on our heads, feet and bodies, and the objects we hold in our hands. But what happens when one man tries to live without them?
I am addicted to brands. For as long as I can remember, they have occupied my thoughts during the waking day. What they look like, what they do, what they mean.
The majority of my modest income has been spent on them and I've gone to great lengths to acquire and be around them. I am a music promoter and style magazine editor by trade. In the first case that means putting on events that are often sponsored by brands. In the second it means understanding, keeping up with and talking about brands. Constantly.
As a young teenager, all I ever wanted to do was to work with my favourite brands - Adidas, Technics, Budweiser, Sony - the names that were plastered over the things I craved to own.
Where some boys had posters of footballers or movie stars on their walls, I had images of trainers and turntables - to be surrounded by these names made me feel better about myself, transforming me from my humdrum middle class life in south London suburbia.
But in less than a month's time, I am going to burn every branded thing in my possession. Gucci shoes, Habitat chairs, even Simple soap. I have reached the point in my life where I can no longer be around these things, no matter how special they make me feel. Yes, it is going to be a terrible waste, yes I'll no doubt feel lost when they're gone, but at this moment in time, it seems the only thing I can do.
Brands are all around us. In our homes, on our way to work, in the places we socialise and plastered over the things that entertain us.
Some brands are causes for celebration, being symbols of status or objects of beauty (BMW). Others are the subject of ridicule, somehow signifying a state in life which we cannot slip below (Skoda). In both cases, we take for granted that brands and their messages (advertising) are ever-present in our lives. This is what has come to worry me.
I belong to a generation that has been continually sold-to, almost from birth. If someone had taken the time to videotape my life, in a Truman Show type of way, there would be less than a few hours of tape in which there were no brands on the screen. On my food, on my clothes, on the telly and in my brain.
It is estimated that the average Briton receives over 3,000 advertising messages a day, and my brain's full of them: Mr Muscle loves the jobs you hate; Burger King flame grilled whopper for only £2.99; new Elvive anti-breakage shampoo from L'Oreal Paris; Oral B pulsar, changing the way you brush forever... and on it goes.
From an early age, I have been taught that to be accepted, to be loveable, to be cool, one must have the right stuff. At junior school, I tried to make friends with the popular kids, only to be ridiculed for the lack of stripes on my trainers.
Once I had nagged my parents to the point of buying me the shoes I was duly accepted at school, and I became much happier as a result. As long as my parents continued to buy me the brands, life was more fun. Now, at the age of 31, I still behave according to playground law.
I have been topping up my self-esteem and my social status by buying the right branded things, so that I feel good about myself, so that people can know who I am. In my world, the implications of wearing a crocodile as opposed to a polo player on the breast of one's shirt are of crucial importance. Understanding the differences between Dualit and Dyson, and what they say about their owners is reflection of style and good taste.
By now you're thinking that I am a particularly shallow individual, and to a certain extent, you'd be right. But I think that in small ways, we all behave like this in our daily lives. A stranger waves as they drive past in the same model car as our own. Snap judgments are made on youths dressed in white Reeboks and hoodies. That little bit extra spent on our favourite name brands in the supermarket is a small price to pay because we're worth it.
The manner in which we spend our money defines who we are. This theory isn't exactly new. Thorstein Veblen conjured the phrase "conspicuous consumption" back in 1899 in his book the Theory of the Leisure Class. In this secular society of ours, where family and church once gave us a sense of belonging, identity and meaning, there is now Apple, Mercedes and Coke.
These brands offer us a set of beliefs and goals which we can aspire to. Is this sounding far fetched? Don't take it from me, here's Kevin Roberts, worldwide CEO of Saatchi & Saatchi.
"For great brands to survive, they must create loyalty beyond reason. The secret is the use of mystery, sensuality and intimacy... the power to create long term emotional connections with consumers."
Being the gullible fool that I am, I believed in the promises that these brands made to me; that I would be more attractive, more successful, more happy for buying their stuff. However, the highs of consumerism have been accompanied by a continual, dull ache, growing slowly as the years have gone by; a melancholy that until recently I could not understand.
I now realise that it's these damn brands that are the source of the pain. For every new status symbol I acquire, for every new extension to my identity that I buy, I lose a piece of myself to the brands. I placed my trust, even some love with these companies, and what have I had in return for my loyalty and my faith? Absolutely nothing. How could they, they're just brands.
So, this is why I am burning all my stuff. To find real happiness, to find the real me, I must get rid of it all and start again, a brand-free life, if that is indeed possible. Perhaps if I consume on the basis of need instead of want, on utility instead of status, I might start to value material things for the right reasons. For the time being, I can only hope.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/5292860.stm
We are surrounded by myriad brands, flashing neon signs, billboards, labels on our heads, feet and bodies, and the objects we hold in our hands. But what happens when one man tries to live without them?
I am addicted to brands. For as long as I can remember, they have occupied my thoughts during the waking day. What they look like, what they do, what they mean.
The majority of my modest income has been spent on them and I've gone to great lengths to acquire and be around them. I am a music promoter and style magazine editor by trade. In the first case that means putting on events that are often sponsored by brands. In the second it means understanding, keeping up with and talking about brands. Constantly.
As a young teenager, all I ever wanted to do was to work with my favourite brands - Adidas, Technics, Budweiser, Sony - the names that were plastered over the things I craved to own.
Where some boys had posters of footballers or movie stars on their walls, I had images of trainers and turntables - to be surrounded by these names made me feel better about myself, transforming me from my humdrum middle class life in south London suburbia.
But in less than a month's time, I am going to burn every branded thing in my possession. Gucci shoes, Habitat chairs, even Simple soap. I have reached the point in my life where I can no longer be around these things, no matter how special they make me feel. Yes, it is going to be a terrible waste, yes I'll no doubt feel lost when they're gone, but at this moment in time, it seems the only thing I can do.
Brands are all around us. In our homes, on our way to work, in the places we socialise and plastered over the things that entertain us.
Some brands are causes for celebration, being symbols of status or objects of beauty (BMW). Others are the subject of ridicule, somehow signifying a state in life which we cannot slip below (Skoda). In both cases, we take for granted that brands and their messages (advertising) are ever-present in our lives. This is what has come to worry me.
I belong to a generation that has been continually sold-to, almost from birth. If someone had taken the time to videotape my life, in a Truman Show type of way, there would be less than a few hours of tape in which there were no brands on the screen. On my food, on my clothes, on the telly and in my brain.
It is estimated that the average Briton receives over 3,000 advertising messages a day, and my brain's full of them: Mr Muscle loves the jobs you hate; Burger King flame grilled whopper for only £2.99; new Elvive anti-breakage shampoo from L'Oreal Paris; Oral B pulsar, changing the way you brush forever... and on it goes.
From an early age, I have been taught that to be accepted, to be loveable, to be cool, one must have the right stuff. At junior school, I tried to make friends with the popular kids, only to be ridiculed for the lack of stripes on my trainers.
Once I had nagged my parents to the point of buying me the shoes I was duly accepted at school, and I became much happier as a result. As long as my parents continued to buy me the brands, life was more fun. Now, at the age of 31, I still behave according to playground law.
I have been topping up my self-esteem and my social status by buying the right branded things, so that I feel good about myself, so that people can know who I am. In my world, the implications of wearing a crocodile as opposed to a polo player on the breast of one's shirt are of crucial importance. Understanding the differences between Dualit and Dyson, and what they say about their owners is reflection of style and good taste.
By now you're thinking that I am a particularly shallow individual, and to a certain extent, you'd be right. But I think that in small ways, we all behave like this in our daily lives. A stranger waves as they drive past in the same model car as our own. Snap judgments are made on youths dressed in white Reeboks and hoodies. That little bit extra spent on our favourite name brands in the supermarket is a small price to pay because we're worth it.
The manner in which we spend our money defines who we are. This theory isn't exactly new. Thorstein Veblen conjured the phrase "conspicuous consumption" back in 1899 in his book the Theory of the Leisure Class. In this secular society of ours, where family and church once gave us a sense of belonging, identity and meaning, there is now Apple, Mercedes and Coke.
These brands offer us a set of beliefs and goals which we can aspire to. Is this sounding far fetched? Don't take it from me, here's Kevin Roberts, worldwide CEO of Saatchi & Saatchi.
"For great brands to survive, they must create loyalty beyond reason. The secret is the use of mystery, sensuality and intimacy... the power to create long term emotional connections with consumers."
Being the gullible fool that I am, I believed in the promises that these brands made to me; that I would be more attractive, more successful, more happy for buying their stuff. However, the highs of consumerism have been accompanied by a continual, dull ache, growing slowly as the years have gone by; a melancholy that until recently I could not understand.
I now realise that it's these damn brands that are the source of the pain. For every new status symbol I acquire, for every new extension to my identity that I buy, I lose a piece of myself to the brands. I placed my trust, even some love with these companies, and what have I had in return for my loyalty and my faith? Absolutely nothing. How could they, they're just brands.
So, this is why I am burning all my stuff. To find real happiness, to find the real me, I must get rid of it all and start again, a brand-free life, if that is indeed possible. Perhaps if I consume on the basis of need instead of want, on utility instead of status, I might start to value material things for the right reasons. For the time being, I can only hope.
drivingrl: "Will I ever get to meet Gwen Stefani?"
kevinbeetle: "Yes. When her career washes up and her and Gavin move to Galveston, you will meet her at Hot Topic shopping for a Japanese cheerleader outfit.
Next!"
kevinbeetle: "Yes. When her career washes up and her and Gavin move to Galveston, you will meet her at Hot Topic shopping for a Japanese cheerleader outfit.
Next!"
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When I was a kid... I paid my parents the extra cost of Levi 501 jeans over the cost of Sears Roebuck Tuffskin jeans. Partly for the brand name, partly because those Sears jeans were the worst jeans... but, they were cheap and we weren't rich.
I did the same thing to get a Schwinn Sting-Ray instead of the no-name imitation banana seat bicycle from Zodys.Allen Fieldhouse, home of the 2008 NCAA men's Basketball Champions! Go Jayhawks!
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Haha! I did the same thing! Sears jeans were AWFUL!!!! Heavy, stiff no matter how many times you threw them in a mud puddle and ran over them with your bike, and they never fit right.Cosmo wrote:When I was a kid... I paid my parents the extra cost of Levi 501 jeans over the cost of Sears Roebuck Tuffskin jeans. Partly for the brand name, partly because those Sears jeans were the worst jeans... but, they were cheap and we weren't rich.
I did the same thing to get a Schwinn Sting-Ray instead of the no-name imitation banana seat bicycle from Zodys.
I've pretty much removed advertising from my life. I don't watch tv or listen to commercial radio, I've got Adblock installed on Firefox, and people laugh at me for the vehemence with which I refuse to look at billboards or newspaper ads. So I'm certainly no judge of what's fashionable, haha. I make my purchasing decisions based on quality ... sometimes I wind up with a name brand, sometimes I don't. I'm a lot happier this way, and I know my own mind. When I decide to buy something, I know that it's because I like it, not because I've been taught or programmed or convinced somehow to believe it's something I need."Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity." ~ MLK, 19630 -
...hippiemom wrote:Haha! I did the same thing! Sears jeans were AWFUL!!!! Heavy, stiff no matter how many times you threw them in a mud puddle and ran over them with your bike, and they never fit right.
I've pretty much removed advertising from my life. I don't watch tv or listen to commercial radio, I've got Adblock installed on Firefox, and people laugh at me for the vehemence with which I refuse to look at billboards or newspaper ads. So I'm certainly no judge of what's fashionable, haha. I make my purchasing decisions based on quality ... sometimes I wind up with a name brand, sometimes I don't. I'm a lot happier this way, and I know my own mind. When I decide to buy something, I know that it's because I like it, not because I've been taught or programmed or convinced somehow to believe it's something I need.
I'm somewhat of a label whore... I swear by InterState Megatron Batteries for the car because I have seen them perform in extreme conditions. I also swear by Nikon optics... although their (digital camera) electronics are questionable. I used believe in Sony, but, man... have they gone downhill. Forget about car companies.
I don't care anything about clothing... except for size, comfort and price. If Costco has a close out on cargo pants... I buy a couple of three pairs, regardless of color or label or design... so i won't have to buy more in the future. Same goes for shoes... Nike, Addias, New Balance... whatever is on the clearance shelf at the Sportsmart. Needless to say... I wear really ugly running shoes.Allen Fieldhouse, home of the 2008 NCAA men's Basketball Champions! Go Jayhawks!
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Nikon for Camera gear.....I have only been using it for 20 + years. I agree with the clothing points that you made..........several years back, My mother was going to buy me some jeans at Christmas......wanted to know what brand I prefered........apparently my sister and brother-in-law were exacting in their demands.........I said whatever Goodies carrys.......they're a Southern U.S. discount clothing chain. I got three or four pairs for every pair that they got because of the large price difference.Cosmo wrote:...
I'm somewhat of a label whore... I swear by InterState Megatron Batteries for the car because I have seen them perform in extreme conditions. I also swear by Nikon optics... although their (digital camera) electronics are questionable. I used believe in Sony, but, man... have they gone downhill. Forget about car companies.
I don't care anything about clothing... except for size, comfort and price. If Costco has a close out on cargo pants... I buy a couple of three pairs, regardless of color or label or design... so i won't have to buy more in the future. Same goes for shoes... Nike, Addias, New Balance... whatever is on the clearance shelf at the Sportsmart. Needless to say... I wear really ugly running shoes.
My shoes are a different story...........being on the large end of the runner's size spectrum, I quickly learned that I had to be picky about my shoes. A stress fracture of the shin will teach you many things, grasshopper.All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a thousand enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.0 -
hippiemom wrote:I've pretty much removed advertising from my life. I don't watch tv or listen to commercial radio, I've got Adblock installed on Firefox, and people laugh at me for the vehemence with which I refuse to look at billboards or newspaper ads. So I'm certainly no judge of what's fashionable, haha. I make my purchasing decisions based on quality ... sometimes I wind up with a name brand, sometimes I don't. I'm a lot happier this way, and I know my own mind. When I decide to buy something, I know that it's because I like it, not because I've been taught or programmed or convinced somehow to believe it's something I need.
that's extremely difficult, but praisworthy, to eliminate advertisingfrom your life. It seems those advertising whores have infiltrated almost every media in our lives. Friends can advertise a product in some cases, they don't even know it. Movies...news, everywhere you look it seems someone is trying to sell you something, subtle in some cases, sometimes not. That's cool that you can remove yourself from that...I try too, that's for sure.0 -
I really don't care about brands, I just like things that work. Nike Pegasus' are the only running shoes that allow me to run without getting shin splints or runner's knee.
Also, customer service is important...I had duracel batteries leak in a radio a while back, notified them, and they sent me a brand new radio - i didn't even ask for it. If a business does something like that, I try to remain loyal, other wise I just want stuff that works.And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
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hippiemom wrote:I've pretty much removed advertising from my life. I don't watch tv or listen to commercial radio, I've got Adblock installed on Firefox, and people laugh at me for the vehemence with which I refuse to look at billboards or newspaper ads. So I'm certainly no judge of what's fashionable, haha. I make my purchasing decisions based on quality ... sometimes I wind up with a name brand, sometimes I don't. I'm a lot happier this way, and I know my own mind. When I decide to buy something, I know that it's because I like it, not because I've been taught or programmed or convinced somehow to believe it's something I need.
I don't know you all that well, but you seem smart enough (as most people are) to buy things that are of higher quality, regardless of how many advertisements you see
And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days0 -
I like brands, I love Whole Foods Market. They have great food. I love KSwiss shoes, the feel very comfy. I really like the White Sox. Me, my friends, and family have a ton of great memories at the ballpark. I love wearing a White Sox hat, it represents so much.
I think this guy is nuts. I love certain brands.Chicago '98, Noblesville '00, East Troy '00, Chicago '00, Champaign '03, Chicago '03, Chicago1 '06, Chicago2 '06, Milwaukee '06, Chicago1 '09, and Chicago2 '090 -
world wrote:I like brands, I love Whole Foods Market. They have great food. I love KSwiss shoes, the feel very comfy. I really like the White Sox. Me, my friends, and family have a ton of great memories at the ballpark. I love wearing a White Sox hat, it represents so much.
I think this guy is nuts. I love certain brands.
Whole Foods Market is the shit.
If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you.
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
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Abookamongstthemany wrote:Whole Foods Market is the shit.
They made me hate capers. I went in, ordered a salmon wrap...I got a few bits of salmon surrounded by a ton of capers. To this day, even the thought of capers makes me want to run to the local driving range, and stroll in front of all the angry golfers!And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days0 -
Purple Hawk wrote:They made me hate capers. I went in, ordered a salmon wrap...I got a few bits of salmon surrounded by a ton of capers. To this day, even the thought of capers makes me want to run to the local driving range, and stroll in front of all the angry golfers!
I dont eat salmon and i dont know what capers are. lol@my lack of seafood knowledge.
But I was lucky enough to have a Whole Foods and a Trader Joes less then a mile away from my apartment.Chicago '98, Noblesville '00, East Troy '00, Chicago '00, Champaign '03, Chicago '03, Chicago1 '06, Chicago2 '06, Milwaukee '06, Chicago1 '09, and Chicago2 '090 -
Purple Hawk wrote:They made me hate capers. I went in, ordered a salmon wrap...I got a few bits of salmon surrounded by a ton of capers. To this day, even the thought of capers makes me want to run to the local driving range, and stroll in front of all the angry golfers!
I gag at the sight of capers. Blegh!If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you.
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
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If it's true that most people are able to disregard advertising messages, please explain Budweiser. It's not the cheapest, it's certainly not the best, but they sell more of the stuff than any other beer. How does that make any sense?Purple Hawk wrote:I don't know you all that well, but you seem smart enough (as most people are) to buy things that are of higher quality, regardless of how many advertisements you see
It's not a question of intelligence, it's a matter of being bombarded with labels and logos and jingles and other advertising messages all day long. If it didn't work, it wouldn't be a multi-billion dollar industry."Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity." ~ MLK, 19630 -
You're right ... unless you're a hermit living on a mountain top somewhere, it's impossible to avoid it completely. There's always the friend in the Heineken t-shirt, or the movie where everyone drinks Coke and eats Dominos pizza and FedExes things to one another. Hell, I'm guilty myself! I hate shopping, so I buy most of my leisure clothes when I'm at an event that has shirts for sale ... with the result that about 90% of the time, I'm a walking advertisement for either Pearl Jam or the Cleveland IndiansCommy wrote:that's extremely difficult, but praisworthy, to eliminate advertisingfrom your life. It seems those advertising whores have infiltrated almost every media in our lives. Friends can advertise a product in some cases, they don't even know it. Movies...news, everywhere you look it seems someone is trying to sell you something, subtle in some cases, sometimes not. That's cool that you can remove yourself from that...I try too, that's for sure.
But avoiding most of it was pretty easy, I did it by accident. I stopped listening to the radio years ago when all the stations started sounding the same, and that eliminated a lot. I gave up television a few years back when I got so disgusted with the rah-rah war coverage that I couldn't stand to see it anymore. The less I was exposed to, the more I noticed how insulting most ads are when I would see them in magazines or newspapers, so I stopped reading them. It also helps that I'm in my own little world most of the time and tend to be somewhat oblivious to my surroundings, lol. I never paid much attention to things like billboards or the sides of buses in the first place."Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity." ~ MLK, 19630 -
Commy wrote:that's extremely difficult, but praisworthy, to eliminate advertisingfrom your life. It seems those advertising whores have infiltrated almost every media in our lives. Friends can advertise a product in some cases, they don't even know it. Movies...news, everywhere you look it seems someone is trying to sell you something, subtle in some cases, sometimes not. That's cool that you can remove yourself from that...I try too, that's for sure.
it's not that difficult. it just requires discipline. i do not buy brands, i do not allow my younger children to wear them or use them. i nod good naturedly when my children rush into me with news of the lastest 'must have' toy. my son has been becrying his lack of nintendo type sytem for a few years now and still i have managed to keep that door closed. it is much more rewarding to me as a parent to watch him build contraptions out of his legos or see him out on the street playing than it is to have him sitting numb headed in front of the video game screen.
sure you see advertising everywhere but that doesn't mean you have to pay it any attention. i have learnt over the past few years to ignore it. it offends me way more than any graffitti ever could.
the rule in my house is if i don't need it, if i only merely want it, then it doesn't get bought.hear my name
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I'm an art director who concepts and develops brands for a living. I will own your children's souls. You know those billboards and ads that you try to avoid...yeah...I'm the guy that creates them.
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that's okay. just as my children have learnt to throw their trash in the garbage can. so they will learn that advertising is trash and then they will know exactly where it belongs.
there is no advertisement aimed at consumers that i can not nullify.hear my name
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I read a similar type piece by this guy in the Sunday Times just gone. Had the impression it was all a publicity stunt for his 'upcoming book' on the subject, and the burning will be done as the launch for the book.
Also had the impression that he was shallow to the estreme, had absolutely no esteem or control over his brand addiction.
IF you can't, as a person, see that paying 200 bucks for a pair of jeans (which cost the manufacturer less than a buck to produce, which has the blood and ripped fingernails of child labourers as an externalised cost) or a shirt is wrong, and that purchase is based on the ideal of an image you percieve to be correct based on advertising, then yeah, you need more than just a touch of help.
"I never knew soap made you taller..."The world's greatest empires progress through this sequence:From bondage to spiritual faith; spiritual faith to great courage; courage to liberty;liberty to abundance;abundance to selfishness; selfishness to complacency;complacency to apathy;apathy to dependence;dependency back again into bondage0 -
Taste in beer is very diverse. Personally, I love Guinness; but many people don't, and will wretch at the sight of it (the blasphemers!). For some, it's Fat Tire (also gets my seal of approval), for others it's Sierra Nevada, or perhaps Sam Adams, maybe a Newcastle. List after list after list.hippiemom wrote:If it's true that most people are able to disregard advertising messages, please explain Budweiser. It's not the cheapest, it's certainly not the best, but they sell more of the stuff than any other beer. How does that make any sense?
How do I decide?
I've got people coming over!
How about Budweiser?
The votes: Meh. or I guess. Um, yeah, sure.
It's LCDB, or lowest common denominator beer. It's no one's favorite, but most people can stomach it. Hell, I think I just came up with their new slogan.
Of course, I can't drink it. It usually gives me a headache before it gives me a buzz - which, in the High Court of Tore Up from the Floor Up, is a capital offense.0 -
Oh, and I'd also like to add:
TO HELL WITH ALL THE CAPER HATE! CAPERS RULE OVER ALL Y'ALL AND YOU KNOW IT!!
Now I'm hungry. Perhaps a little lox and cream cheese topped with some capers will hit the spot.0
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