Not On Our Registry, Part 3

I really, really like the show Mad Men. I confess I liked it before it got all the Emmy buzz - there was a huge ad push in New York in the weeks leading up to the series premiere and you couldn't look at the side of a bus without seeing that silhouette falling off the building. I decided to watch it just in case it was any good, and I'm so happy that it is.

Anyway, there is an episode in the first season where Pete gets a chip and dip for a wedding present. He has to go and return it, I don't recall why, they either got two of them or the wife didn't want it, but anyway, he shows it off to his coworkers and they all make fun of him and call him a pansy, because apparently men don't like threats to their perceived masculinity. Phbbt.

Mad Men story aside, a chip and dip is yet another one of those useless things that incur my annoyance. I understand why they are around, I suppose they serve a purpose, which is more than I can say for a lot of these things. I'll admit despite my equality-for-all stance that I like my chips and dip SEGREGATED. THEY DON'T BELONG TOGETHER until it's time to put them in your mouth, together, in one harmonious motion. Because if you mix them up then you get mushy chips and who wants that?

The real reason I don't like the chip and dip is that I like things that have multiple functions. I don't like the idea that I own one thing and it serves only one purpose in my life. I like clothes and shoes that I can use for work/play/out, I like all/multipurpose cleaners, and kitchen appliances that will be used in different situations and over and over again. And yes, I suppose I could use the compartments for foodstuffs other than chips and dips, but then, why is it called a chip and dip? Poor chip and dip, I didn't mean to pick on you, you were just the first one alphabetically.

Chip and Dip! For when you care enough not to use two different bowls!