This reminds me of my maternal grandmother’s rare skill in making things.

One time she made some chickens that looked so real a woman asked her, “How’d you get those chickens to stand so still?”

The woman wouldn’t believe they weren’t real chickens; she had to go over and touch them to make sure. I don’t recall exactly how my grandmother created them, but it wasn’t real feathers or anything like that — I think it was mostly cut paper and foam and such.

In another world, my gran would’ve been an artist rather than a 1950s housewife.

It’s informative what we’ve cast as “rebellion.” These days, rebellion is foreswearing plastic straws and practicing being aggressively fat. That’s a pretty sad rebellion, to say the least.

Being fat is only rebelling against your health and your wallet while at the same time helping huge corporations sell you crap you don’t need and then charge exorbitant prices for health care that you definitely will need. What a rebel.