Fake Plants

My apartment complex's management has had mixed results with their decorative foliage arrangements. Hey, I know first hand how hard it is to grow plants in this joint: I'm on the North side of a 3-story building (virtually no direct sunlight)! As you no doubt deduced from this post's title, in the midst of our current rainstorm they installed fake grass, fake palms, and fake cyclamen. While the palms and cyclamen are somewhat convincing, the fake grass just looks like turf, and throws realism out the door for the whole installation.

So what's the deal with fake plants anyway? To me, whatever aesthetic value one might stand to gain in the presence of foliage dies with the realization of the farce. Fake boobs are one thing (I also don't understand those), but fake plants are more like Realdolls than implants. Whatever.

Close Encounters of the Meaty Kind

Today I was hungry and stumbled upon what I thought was a veggie burger ready for my consumption (don't mind the source). It looked awfully convincing, but the patty edges were a little squared off, making it remarkably cylindrical. Fake meat, right? Smell test: inconclusive. I hadn't had my nose that close to cooked hamburger meat in so long I started to convince myself it smelled fake. Dissection revealed a texture that may or may not have been that of beef, but the wee bit of pink tipped me toward the meat direction (it was mostly brown and grey). I broke the tiniest bit off to taste it, thinking for some reason my taste for meat hadn't atrophied in a half decade. Taste test result: no effing clue. I don't know what hamburger even tastes like anymore. I gave it to an omnivore else who just threw it away. To quote him, "you've already deemed it unfit for your own consumption, so why should I eat it?"

Good question. Can I apply that argument to meat products that I have deemed unfit for my consumption categorically?