Randomly Tonia

In the last few weeks I have buried myself in local news and have had little chance to venture further out into the world than my own front doors (at home and office).

When I finally indulged myself and logged onto the internet, I find controversy.

This comes as no surprise, really, as the world is strife with contention over everything from the shape of women to public feedings and public beatings. Some of the issues are true cause for concern while others seem trifling, at least to me.

What is a surprise though is that the controversy I saw when first entering cyberspace revolves around a disposable coffee (or tea, if that is the drinker’s preference) cup.

The trouble isn’t with the fact that these cups are filling up our landfills, nor is it about the rather hefty sum paid for the brew – the problem, dear readers, is the color of the vessel.

It is red. Red!

How dare this worldwide purveyor of caffeinated (or non-caffeinated, if that is the drinker’s preference) beverage change the color of the cup to such a blatantly... red color!

This creates a new personal dilemma, as red means so much to me. This color of love, happiness, strength and vitality is matched only by the enormous place coffee holds in my life. Wait, whoops, while red is absolutely my favorite color, and I take my coffee strong but sweet all day long, none of this is earth-shattering.

And for those of us living in Kimball, this is basically a non-issue, as the corporation serving the delicious servings of ‘good morning’ does not have a home here. In fact, one must travel nearly 40 miles to pay handsomely for a bit of ‘get up and go’ in the now-offensive cup.

The trouble, of course, is that the color was changed for the upcoming holiday season yet symbols of Christmas were not added this year. Many feel slighted while others are offended that the change that was made at all.

I read these stories, the tweets, the posts and all manner of responses and thoughts to this new dilemma and I have just one thing to say. If a disposable cup is offensive for any reason, bring your own.

Okay, I changed my mind, I have something else to say as well.

The options are clear to me. Brew a cup at home or work for a fraction (of a fraction) of the cost or enjoy the satisfying blend of your choice from a different purveyor of ‘this tastes like heaven’.

Frankly, this red cup concern is right up there for me – beside how to get the the poufy pout of a teen model and the five best ways to comb a cat.

Now I must go find out the ten real reasons I must eat only air this Christmas, er, holiday season.