Teacups

So today I was scrolling through some of my old drafts that have been abandoned by their loving creator, and I came across a draft I had titled "Teacups". I remember wanting to write something about teacups but never actually getting around to it, and as I thought about it more, I wanted to write about it more. So without further ado, here is my odd little rant about teacups.

Now I'm sure when you see the word "teacups" you naturally think of sophistication, or tea parties, or the Queen, or scones. All of these words invoke a feeling of calmness, relaxation, and elegance. I personally love tea, and I love tea parties (if you haven't gone to the Rose House in Queens Crossing, you should save up some money to go. it's the closest to England i'll ever be). You could understand, therefore, how upset I am over the fact that one of the most distinct and popular carnival rides is making a mockery out of these symbols of civilization at its finest.

Perhaps it's because I have a strange (if not intense) fear of rides that spin in circles, but I cannot help but feel sick to my stomach at the thought of screaming children sitting inside of spinning, oversized teacups painted in obnoxious colors. You may think that I'm overreacting, but I think that the teacup ride is one of the biggest travesties in modern popular culture. I blame Lewis Carroll and his drug-enduced hallucination of the Mad Hatter and his insane tea party.

I feel a bit better now.