Aunt Jemima as a brand was discontinued as it was based on a racist stereotype. The person in the picture is decanting fake maple syrup into an old Aunt Jemima bottle.
What are you talking about? It’s not fake maple syrup at all, but 100% real SYRUP, a completely and separate product no one would ever accidentally confuse for maple syrup when they’re in a hurry at the grocery store.
A bottle of this is like $3, real maple syrup in that size container would be more like $18, so these people really need to be ignorant or stupid to get confused.
The Aunt Jemima brand was changed to Pearl Milling Company due to it being based on a racist charicture. Pearl Milling Company was the name of the company before they created the Aunt Jemima brand, in the late 1800s. Upset by this change, this fellow is pouring syrup into an old Aunt Jemima brand bottle, and implicitly threatening violence against whoever would try to stop him. However, he is using Millville brand, which as far as I can tell is unrelated to the Pearl Milling Company.
First is just a knock off. It’s a different manufacturer, maybe worse, maybe even better, but it’s an entirely unrelated source.
Second is factory seconds. Product that doesn’t pass brand QA for one reason or another, so they sell the lesser quality product to off-brand as a similar product.
Third is factory surplus. The brand only buys some of the product that the factory can make, so the factory keeps making more product and selling it to other brands. This is ideal for the consumer, because it is usually exactly the same product without the brand label.
You’re always hoping for the third, but usually it’s the first one. The real problem is, you’ll never know until you get the product. Generic brand names don’t have the same concern for brand loyalty, so the source or formula may change more frequently than a brand name product. The Millville syrup this week might be Pearl Milling surplus, or Pearl Milling seconds next weeks, and Parl Mowing sugar water next month.
Complicating matters is that Pearl Milling may not even own the production, and is probably sourcing their syrup from a conglomeration of farmers, importers, and intermediaries. But it’s still the same dance, just with more moving parts.
The only value a brand name has is the value the brand has for it’s own name. Once a brand decides to cash in on their name and stops caring about quality, the brand name has no more value.
For something slow moving and sticky like fake maple syrup, a plastic bottle will let you squeeze the syrup out instead of waiting for it to slowly drip down to the nozzle.
You can warm the bottle to make is more viscous. Old plastic bottles would make me worried about micro plastic, but micro plastic is already in all the cells in my body so I should stop caring
And also it was funnier because it wasn’t something people actually trust to give them the correct answer to something, but rather a sketch comedy radio show.
It checks out. They were closely related to John Dark Souls and John Sekiro who were known for their incredible movement abilities - especially the latter
One time I needed to get to the other side of a block and it was basically impossible to get there without making a traffic violation so I waited until no was was looking and make an illegal u-turn. The fbi still hasn’t caught up to me.
Sorry, but birds don’t really care about your sleep schedule. It’s not personal, we’re just irrelevant to them. This is especially true when compared to the drive to mate…
After you were gone, I sought solace in the endless void of space, but instead, I found something much grander. A hunger I’ve never know before, a true hunger that transcends space and time. A dark hunger that is more powerful than all the known forces of the universe.
They must be truly desperate, if they have brought you back. How long has it been? I’ve stopped counting the millenia that go by as fast as Monday mornings. Your efforts are admirable, but futile. Nothing can stop my hunger now, John.
Though I have to have admit, seeing you did bring back some memories from eons ago. So let me give you something, John. Something that you and other beings find so valuable, but it is abundant and meaningless for me now. Let me give you some more time.
Go back to your planet, and keep watching the night sky. As I’ll absorb the stars one by one, your nights will grow darker, but my hunger will only grow stronger. I promise you to leave your star for last.
And after the last light in the universe is gone, fear not, John. I might not be able to protect your primitive physical form, but I will preserve your mind, so we can always be together. You will be my eternal companion, floating together with me in the endless darkness, by my side onc our journey through the cold nothingness.
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