Theme: HEAVILY LIDDED

Freya von Bulow
2 min readNov 30, 2020
Bette Davies eyes

What is it with old people and receptacles? Why do they have to keep every plastic and glass pot with a lid? What is the attraction?

They literally cannot throw away any of them. Every single chocolate mousse is being meticulously cleaned and stacked, and OMG the framboos cheesecake dessert glass pots actually have lids!!!

What is it with containers to put food in? My mum was the same. Stacks of that shit in the kitchen cupboard you had to search around of for the colander.

My mom especially loved the ice cream tubs. I swear she only ate the content in order to have the container. I hated them. We had more tubs with pea soup than Stracciatella in the fucking freezer.

They were ugly, their printed labels defeated by permafrost.

And there were never enough.

When you bought a set of Tupperware it was for every eventuality, for ever size in life. You managed to grow some measely tomatos on your balcony? Make a tiny pasta sauce and put a lid on it. Had left over chicken carcass? Make leftover chicken carcass soup and put a lid on it. A croissant from breakfast? Put a lid on it. It might come handy some day.

But that day never comes.

PUT A LID ON IT

I wonder whether this is what it’s all about. That generation of individuals who had to keep the lid on things. Not to speak out, not to let their emotions run free in order to preserve a certain outer appearance, because what was inside was too unsettling.

Like chicken carcass soup.

And the rise of Tupperware in the 50s was therefore enthusiastically embraced: no more leaks. Heavily lidded containers with content never to be examined. Hidden forever under polar ice caps

We are all full of chicken carcass soup. To various degrees.

Sort out that shit.

If I feel someone is even in the slightest criticising me, I get defensive. Big time. And close up. Big time. But the other day Jones told me about something that his mum did he noticed. And I could draw parallel that I might be doing the same thing unintentionally. So I went home and rectified it. Phew.

This is cool. Deflecting criticism away from the person. They can change it without loosing face. Criticism in a story about someone else.

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Freya von Bulow

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