Fetishizing the fridge

March 27, 2011 Comments Off on Fetishizing the fridge

Buying a refrigerator is such an adult thing to do. Here’s this object that is always sort of there, not really something to be considered or questioned. You rent an apartment; you get a fridge. It’s like a freebie. But you know you’ve hit Ultimate Adulthood when you start thinking: not so fast, landlords, this fridge isn’t big enough for the both of us. How are we supposed to store all of our gourmet groceries in your dinky cold box that you’ve thoughtlessly bestowed upon us? We aren’t looking for a beer and ice cream sort of a fridge. Oh no. We’ve got multiple kinds of cheese, kale (college kids can’t afford kale!), organic meat from animals you don’t learn about until you’ve hit thirty. We’ve graduated past lemonade and orange juice (truth: we still drink orange juice) to a refrigerator filled with pomegranate and acai juice. (You don’t have to know how to pronounce it in order to drink it. Pronunciation happens in your forties.) Since beginning this post, we’ve narrowed it down to two top contenders. Straight people are so boring. “What did you do on Sunday?” “We looked into purchasing a new fridge.” Oh, exciting development! You can “like” one of our top choices for a new refrigerator on Facebook. Turns out community building begins in the home, starting with your appliances.


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