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I agree. Finding a Pop Tart in your hand is an awful, traumatizing experience. A Pop Tart is the paragon of pseudo-food, the epitome of simulation triumphing over the real. It’s a non-food, an excreted horror of nauseating synthesized non-sustenance fit not for consuming for nutrients but for illusory satiety in a culture beset with obesogenic exultance in the primacy of artificial food — and thought.

If you eat Pop Tarts, you have left the path of wisdom and are approaching the self-destruction of the average heroin addict. Not necessarily because of their lack of nutrition, but because the cognitive devaluation of the self that occurs when one commits such acts of consuming extruded non-food that resembles nothing found anywhere in a true culture that values itself. Every example even lacks a particular flavor. It is a referent to nothing — it points to no food which it truly resembles. The flavor of Pop Tart no matter what is on the box is: Pop Tart.

We cheapen and debauch ourselves when we consent to consuming such debased fodder, and in doing so we assent also to manipulations in other arenas of the cognoscible and the subsequent reduction thereof. Pop Tarts are the nullification of the real, an abolition of the interconnection of humanity to its physical and mental sustenance, the annihilation of association to and with the idea of food as anything more than a generic chip-like module one inserts first into a toaster then into a mouth with no thought as to how one is not consuming a good but rather an ideology.