I hate them. I have what some might call an irrational aversion to big plastic cups. All I had to do was see this .gif on OKP and Twitter today and I was set off on a big plastic cup rampage.
I know. I should be focusing on how ridiculously funny that chick (?? or not) looks. Trust me, I LOL’d appropriately. Still, my FIRST reaction was “ugh, I hate that cup!” When I was younger, we had a few of those cups at the crib. They were mainly blue or green but I think there was a purple one thrown in there somewhere. I bet my aunt bought ’em from K-Mart or the dollar store, her favorite places. All I know is I avoided drinking from them. Why this hate?
People mostly use those cups to drink juice or Kool-Aid. I don’t think any human being should be drinking that much juice in one sitting. That cup is so big that when the drinker pulls the cup away, he is left with a juice mustache a la the Got Milk campaign. People drink out of em and don’t sip, they gulp… loudly. They gulp and you can hear them breathing all hard into the cup. I know what it is, I associate that cup with fat people. My aunt is fat. My uncle is fat and they love those cups. Yup, that’s it. That’s a fat ass cup, yall.
I really don’t think those cups are made for longevity either. They’d start to get stained from juice residue no matter how much you cleaned ’em. I even hated washing them out. Trust me, if people can dye their hair with Kool-Aid, a pourous plastic cup can become Tropical Punch Red or Great Grape Purple too.
I generally dislike all huge cups. I remember once I was going to a talent show and my grandpa was dropping me off at the high school. Before we went, we stopped at Mickey D’s cuz I was hungry. My grandfather always does things to excess because he thinks you want him to so he super-sized that jawn. Well McDonald’s is the devil and this is when they increased the size of super-sized items without telling anyone. As if super-size wasn’t already big enough, right? Let me tell you, I don’t mind getting a few extra fries (they’re good!) but when that high school dropout passed what looked like a BUCKET of Sprite out of that window I nearly passed out. It was entirely TOO much soda. I mean, that thing couldn’t fit in the cup holder at all. “What am I supposed to do with this!?” I asked. My grandpa seemed annoyed so I shut up about it. As soon as I got to school, I gave that shit away. I couldn’t stand the thought of sitting down, holding that GALLON of soda and sipping it through a straw. I hate big cups.
FYI, my big plastic cup phobia does not apply to the red or blue plastic cups usually filled with beer and served at frat parties and cookouts.
Those are fine. Those may live. In my own apartment I mainly have glasses with one plastic cup that I think I recently threw away when I moved. The only reason that one lived is because it was from He’s Not Here in Chapel Hill, a complimentary gift from the Philly Carolina Alumni Assoc.
I’m weird, I know.