As in “Things that go through Maitri’s head. And erupt out the back of her skull because they just don’t compute.”
Exhibit A: A friend took this picture and added it to her photo gallery of Horrifying Frosting. It sure qualifies. Behold, mes amies, the 9/11 WTC cake.
Things that went kapwing! through my head:
1) A vision of someone eating this tone-deaf consumer abomination, stuffing their face with a handful of cake and OH SO DELICIOUS PATRIOTIC FROSTING while crying about all those people who suffered and died in the buildings. They can’t have cake. The horror OMNOMNOM. If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em, I say. Save me the slice that says “Hereo’s” in intestinal red.
2) I watch the occasional episode of Ace Of Cakes and that other one, Cake Mafia or whatever you call it. Cake decoration is an art, except that I have seen more handwashing in sculpture studios than I have in these bakeries. Perhaps this was Cakey McFrosty’s way of expressing sorrow and outrage through his or her chosen art form. *blink blink* WTF, who are we kidding, it’s cake, for crying out loud. And there are very few instances of good tragicommemorative actual-art as it is.
3) “And our GIGANTIC BILLOWING Flag was still There!” Well, it has to be that big to hold 64 stars! (I’m always the last to know these things. Who are we declaring war on and annexing now?) This is what’s wrong with America today.
4) Stop looking. Walk away. Support your local firefighters.
Putting this on Cake Wrecks is simulatneously so right and so damn wrong. Indeed support your local firefighters.
Thanks to her, I won’t forget my “Hereo’s” either. Is that a breakfast cereal?
You can tell a lot about a civilization by the way it commodifies tragedy. I wonder if more than one person thought this was a good idea.