"I don't want any vegetables, thank you. I paid for the cow to eat them for me"
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A deadpan refusal dressed up as polite dining-room etiquette, this line skewers the modern craving for convenience with the kind of cool, fluorescent irony Coupland made his signature. The joke is simple: why bother chewing greens when you can outsource the task to a cow and collect your nutrients secondhand? But the simplicity is the trap. It exposes how consumer logic can turn even bodily responsibility into a supply-chain problem.
Coupland’s intent isn’t to argue nutrition; it’s to parody the way we narrate our choices until they sound inevitable. “I paid” is doing the heavy lifting. It converts appetite into entitlement and money into moral alibi. The cow becomes a biological contractor, a living appliance that processes the messy, virtuous work (eating vegetables) so the speaker can enjoy the sanitized reward (meat) without the discomfort of restraint or self-improvement. It’s funny because it’s grotesquely rational.
The subtext lands harder in a late-20th-century context of fast food, industrial agriculture, and Gen X detachment: a culture fluent in sarcasm, suspicious of earnestness, and trained to treat systems as someone else’s problem. The line also anticipates today’s sustainability debates by accident or instinct. It’s the consumer’s dream and the planet’s nightmare in one sentence: desire framed as transaction, consequence quietly offloaded down the chain. Coupland lets the punchline do what lectures can’t: make the hidden logic of indulgence briefly visible, and therefore a little harder to defend.
Coupland’s intent isn’t to argue nutrition; it’s to parody the way we narrate our choices until they sound inevitable. “I paid” is doing the heavy lifting. It converts appetite into entitlement and money into moral alibi. The cow becomes a biological contractor, a living appliance that processes the messy, virtuous work (eating vegetables) so the speaker can enjoy the sanitized reward (meat) without the discomfort of restraint or self-improvement. It’s funny because it’s grotesquely rational.
The subtext lands harder in a late-20th-century context of fast food, industrial agriculture, and Gen X detachment: a culture fluent in sarcasm, suspicious of earnestness, and trained to treat systems as someone else’s problem. The line also anticipates today’s sustainability debates by accident or instinct. It’s the consumer’s dream and the planet’s nightmare in one sentence: desire framed as transaction, consequence quietly offloaded down the chain. Coupland lets the punchline do what lectures can’t: make the hidden logic of indulgence briefly visible, and therefore a little harder to defend.
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