The 1982 World’s Fair commemorative PEZ dispenser is known in PEZ circles as the most rare and sought after plastic-head driven candy dispenser of all time. On top of a green stem (that holds the unremarkable sugary tablets), this Austrian based company stuck an assumedly American astronauts helmet––a proxy for the USA’s power and ingenuity––up on a threateningly diabetic pike. Was this a bold political statement or my boredom causing me to connect dots that weren’t there, like my brother’s freckles during winter?
If it’s boredom it’s because I just don’t get PEZ. I mean, I understand the appeal of candy and the fetish of collecting meaningless cultural ephemera, but none of the PEZ characters ever spoke to me. Popeye? Batman? The cast of Disney’s Frozen? Yawn. You want my money? Give me Donald Trump. Make the freshly euthanized Pomeranian on his head tilt back to offer up what you expected be an artificially flavoured grape rectangle that for some reason tastes like cherry. Why? Because that’s the art of the deal, yah loser, that’s why.
I want to tip Putin’s stoic Russian chin and die of dioxin poising two-days later. I want a self-tanned, weave-wearing Rachel Dolezal gullet to shoot out peppermint PEZ and a dispenser hooded in a niqab that you lift to reveal a simpering Stephen Harper––because if you’re going to turn our sweets into entertainment, at least make it something that we’re entertained by––the loud, dangerous, and offensive.