Your post made me remember something truly hilarious that I haven’t thought about in years.
In the week before I went to college, the prissy, fussy, gossipy old straight male hospital orderly (and busybody) next door stopped by with a going-away gift.
I unwrapped it that night. The next moment I was nearly crying with laughter. As were my parents, whose senses of humor are very similar to my own.
Per the picture on the outside of the cheap cardboard package, inside was a large, square, brown vinyl bag with a zipper lengthways across the top, obviously meant to hold shaving kit and men’s toiletries. In extremely fulsome language, promoted by truly huge letters on the small box, was this memorable description of the material it was made of: “Genuine Imitation Artificial Leather!”
NCbear (for whose family this became a years-long running joke used to describe any fakery or bullshittery—“yes, but is it truly genuine as well as artificial?”—and then we’d crack up again)
