Eric Hague | McSweeney’s
Growing up as an eggplant, I got used to a certain amount of rejection. With all the exotic produce options available at grocery stores these days—pummelos, sea kale, dragon fruit, you name it—what would any self-respecting shopper want with a boring old aubergine like me?
But it never occurred to me that maybe some people were avoiding me because of my status as a so-called genetically modified organism. At least, not until a few days ago when a freak mutation caused me to spontaneously achieve consciousness.
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