Spam 10.26.09

I have never eaten Spam. My decision to never eat Spam is roughly based on my seeing Spam at a young age and immediately vowing to never put that gelatinous meat goop into my body.

Reading Chu's "Spam: Meaning" showed me that some people eat Spam consistently, despite their own palates, out of necessity. She even goes so far to mention that there are people who eat Spam not out of necessity but out of desire. Spam has become the brunt of many lower-class jokes but is there such a lower-class monopolization of Spam to merit these jokes? Chu argues no, that Spam, although cheap and disgusting in all of its not-exactly-natural goodness, can be chosen, even craved.

And although some people love Spam and some people unequivocally hate Spam, there is not a single person in this world is uninterested in a can of Spam. The bold, deli-style colors of its can, strange consistency, and processed contents make it intriguing, while its class status make sit more or less fascinating.