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There’s a lot of news out there and a new fried chicken sandwich to deconstruct society by, but I’m stuck on last week’s disaster. (By the way, I think we should all probably be stuck on last week’s disaster,)
What’s been rattling around for the past few days is how, in spite of the many benumbing details from last week’s coup attempt, it still could have been much worse. …
Let’s get something out of the way: You probably do not have the most positive memories of 7-Eleven. The weary-looking hot dogs and taquitos on mechanical rollers, the trauma of Slurpee brain freezes and parking lot heartbreaks past, the strange prominence of its stores in local crime stories. In many parts, 7-Eleven is practically shorthand for communal microwaves, American Spirits, and bland corporate sameness.
On a cultural level, it’s also tough to disentangle the chain from its less than stellar role in stoner comedies, horror stories, and, of course, an implicit link to The Simpsons (and its Squishee-peddling Kwik-E-Mart). Given that 7-Eleven is the largest company of its kind by a big margin, it also often serves as a stand-in for the entire convenience store industry. Depending on where you are, any place with Cheddar & Sour Cream Ruffles could reasonably be called a 7-Eleven. “Some people call it a convenience store. In New York, it’s the bodega,” explains Jason Diamond, author of suburb-themed cultural study The Sprawl. …
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