Congratulations. You’ve read a book critiquing the consumerist impulse—and now you’re here, contemplating the purchase of a mug named after it.
 
It’s okay. We all need somewhere to put our nihilism. Might as well be here.
 
Sip from it as you reflect on the machinery of late capitalism, the internalization of debt-as-guilt, and the slow disintegration of meaning in an economy of performance. It holds liquid. It holds irony. It holds you—briefly, in its warm ceramic lie.
 
This mug changes nothing. But hey, at least it’s microwave safe.