Pringles. They’re potato chips, right? Depends on who you ask. According to Proctor and Gamble, they’re savory snacks. Why the distinction? Because in the UK, potato products (including potato chips) are taxed, other types of food products aren’t. It made sense then, financially speaking, for P&G to claim that Pringles aren’t chips after all. They’re just snacks.
Britain’s Supreme Court wasn’t fooled. They declared that Pringles — which consist of more than 40% potato flour — are, in fact, chips. And being potato chips, Pringles now owes about $160,000,000 in taxes. Of course, I don’t suppose you can blame P&G for trying.
The truth is, we try to do the same thing. We spin bad habits in order to justify bad behavior. The workaholic calls himself committed. The perfectionist says he has high expectations. The tyrant claims to be a great leader. The man with a brutal temper claims that he is intense. The miser claims he’s frugal. The greedy man claims he’s driven. The bully says he’s assertive. The lazy man calls himself laid back. And so on.
Shakespeare said, “That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” And that which we call a potato chip by any other name still tastes something like a potato. And any other name we give to sinful behavior still does the damage that only sin can do.
Paul wrote to Titus, “Remind the people to be subject to rulers and authorities, to be obedient, to be ready to do whatever is good, to slander no one, to be peaceable and considerate, and always to be gentle toward everyone.” (Titus 3:2-3)
He saying that we need to do good and do it in a good way. Let’s not try to repackage hurtful attitudes, pretending they’re actually virtues. Let’s be honest with honest with ourselves and with others, and seek to do good in a good way.
In the movie Ground Hog Day, Bill Murray plays a self-absorbed, cynical weatherman who gets stuck with going to Puxatawnie Pennsylvania on February 2 for the big Ground Hog Day celebration, a task he dreads. Worst of all, he wakes up the next day only to find that it’s not the next day — it’s February 2 again. He has to relive the day again and again and again.
Carl Sandburg said, “There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.”
