Every year, the annoying as hell “Ch-Ch-Chia Pets!” commercials run. This year we have the fabulously whimsical Chia Scooby and Chia Shaggy.
Who gives these things as gifts? Are they considered gag gifts? Who actually writes these things on their Christmas wish lists? And who are these people that keep buying them and keeping Ch-Ch-Chia Pets in business?
The commercials are actually coded instructions for the alien secret operatives who have infiltrated our government, churches, schools, and mall photographers.
My mom bought a chia head for her father-in-law. Since he was bald she had taken off all of the seeds from the top of his head. Funny thing was he never noticed.
Chia’s are what I classify as “Dammit, I’m Obligated to Get You a Fucking Gift, Here’s a Gift!” (which, for the remainder of my thread, I will refer to as a “DIOGYAFGHAG”).
The thing about Chia’s is that they’re sorta’ frivolous and goofy enough to be a kitsch gift. Sorta’ cool enough to be a cool gift. And above all, neutral enough for when you have the misfortune to have become the Secret Santa to that mousy little secretary in the office who seems:
To be allergic to everything (killing the jam sampler).
To already have an umbrella.
To only drink “Red Zinger” tea out of her kitty cat mug (thus nullifying the gourmet coffee/mug set).
To be nobody worthy of chancing anything even vaguely risqué (ie. Fireman calander).
Needy to the point where too personal a gift might seem like a pass to a desperate person (Flowers, pretty plants, too pretty a picture frame).