Sometimes, during big family meals, my mom rocks out the butter boat. I am unsure how I feel about the device and its many dichotomies. For one, I can plainly see its usefulness, but can’t look past the fact that it is a unitasker of epic proportions. The name itself is at once hilariously absurd and accurately descriptive. I think about who designed the butter boat, and wonder if time might have been better spent elsewhere. Does the sheer existence of the butter boat point to the ingenuity of mankind or our downward spiral into a soft and overly-pampered species destined to be dominated by alien life forms?
All this is to say that if you’ve ever thought to ask a cartoonist what goes on in his mind, you might want to reconsider.
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