sun chips aren’t the only sun-powered chips.
Another random moment from that Freaks and Monsters class in Spring 2006.
One day, the professor comes in, and for some reason she begins talking about Fritos. Like, the corn chips. I’m not sure exactly what she was getting at, I believe she just wanted to talk about how symbolism pervades everything around us and can be used to manipulate our perception of things.
Either way, the point she was getting at was something like, “Look at the package. The font they use on the front, the colors, and the advertising they use. Where are we made to believe Fritos come from?”
There was this retarded girl in the class, retarded in the pejorative sense but sometimes I really think she danced a fine line and strayed into the the “no really, she’s got a mental problem” sense occasionally. This girl loved to raise her hand, offer inane opinions and retarded insight. I actually think the professor was asking the question rhetorically, but alas, this girl just shouts out in a moment of pure-“I KNOW THE ANSWER, PROFESSOR!” ecstasy:
“THE SUN!!!”
Silence. “Well, uh, no. Maybe, the sun. But more specifically, I was talking about Mexico. They want us to associate Fritos with Mexico.”
