My mother baked Halloween cookies, and I couldn't help but notice that something was amiss. Humorist
Jonathan Caws-Elwitt offers his two cents:
My guess is that your mom is dabbling in some variety of postmodernism. By fragmenting the cookie gestalt along a set of subjectively determined fissures that cannot be reconciled with the rationalistically imposed boundaries between cookie "self" and cookie "other," she has essentially deconstructed the sheet of cookies into a paradigm that is manifestly at odds with the teleologically determined "deep structure" posited by the canonical iteration of the cookies.
