The great Indian breakfast - tinned fish chutney with boiled eggs.
What’s the fuss about a few lumps in a bowl?
South Africa’s uproar over powdered breakfast cereal ProNutro’s reformulation – its supposedly “watery", "lumpy", "strange” new texture – begs the question: what’s the big deal? It’s only cereal, not State Capture Part 2. Yet, the fury reveals something deeper than breakfast. It’s nostalgia dressed up as outrage, routine masquerading as betrayal.
Why the rage? Because apparently, it’s the new national pastime – to whine, bitch, moan and groan about absolutely everything. Forget cricket or rugby; the real sport is outrage.
The “too sweet” taste of New Coke? A tragedy worthy of Shakespeare. The removal of the iPhone’s headphone jack? A crime against humanity, forcing millions to endure the indignity of adapters. Discontinuation of Simba’s Tomato Sauce chips? A cultural catastrophe, as if the nation’s heritage had been bulldozed. And don’t even get me started on the horror of washing powder packaging changes, as if the apocalypse begins in the laundry aisle.
