No sooner do we finish discussing one rancid musical number than another one oozes into our awareness.
Heaven help us, but combing through the back-catalog of McDonald's atrocities could be a whole career for some poor loser. We have featured only a few (this one, this one, and this one), but there is a stinking cesspool of it creeping through popular culture like an oxygen-depleted dead zone spreading across the ocean.
Take this toxic morsel. It's the perfect blend of cultural appropriation and suicidefoodist madness. In the early 1980s, the mainstream was beginning to take notice of "rap" music, finding in it another opportunity for economic ransacking. Thus, the chicken chunk trio and their peculiar orthography ("Chik N"), their bling, their flashy style.
And, because no animal-based product is truly palatable unless it's on board with its own consumption, Chik N raps, dances, and clowns around in a self-congratulatory sham.
"We like this rap. It really rocks! But we'd rather jump in the barbecue sauce! 'Cause we're Chik N!"
Break it down. (As the saying went.) They have their preferences, their tastes, their habits. They enjoy a love of lyrical expression. But it's all in the service of being eaten. At the end of the day, they would simply rather jump in the barbecue sauce. Why? Because they are made of chicken, and that is their real purpose.
(Thanks to Dr. Isa Chandra for the referral.)