Cereal Nostalgia

I cannot take one more freakin' minute of all of this doomsday news coverage. Not only is it incessant, but they have stopped even trying to make it tolerable by finishing up with some human interest story or something. They just stick with the crazy.

No thank you.

New York City is full of crazy people. I do not need some plasticine, overly made-up news anchor to help whip the crazies into a state of total bedlam and panic. Thus, my blog entry is an attempt to opt out. I'm sure there are thousands of bloggers who are clacking away about the state of the union. But it ain't me, babe.

I, instead, have decided to follow a random train of thought that chugged into my head a few days ago. When I was little, we used to shop at some discount grocery store for poor people, and my mother would buy us this cereal we loved called King Vitamin. I knew it was poor people food because 1) I never saw it on the shelves of a "real" grocery store, and 2) the awkward Japanese throwing star shape of it was difficult to eat and tore up the roof of your mouth. Clearly there had been no consumer taste-tests on King Vitamin.

Recently, I set out to search for it online, and came up with only one website that could help me stock up. I might also point out that at $4.47 a box, it is now about 4 times more expensive than it ever was on the shelves of the Grocery Outlet, even when adjusting for inflation. Looks like KV is moving on up in the world.

I also noticed that his image underwent something of a makeover. The photo of the box above is the one I remember fighting my sisters for (we used to argue over who got to "read the box," as though it were some sort of novel). This King Vitamin was one I could relate to, as he seemed to be wearing some sort of white feather boa. Something to which I, in my nascent state of drag queen-dom, could totally relate.

I bet King Vitamin would know what to do about the economy. He seems like the kind of guy who has his priorities in order.