(that’s clearly part of the uniform of the Capitalists)
I would consider myself rather ‘left’ on the political spectrum, not least because my reaction to learning some of the details of the collapse of the Soviet Union was basically ‘We should give it another go!’ But in one, particularly important, aspect, I am a Capitalist: I take things to maximise my own output, ignoring the needs of others; I differentiate things based on performance alone, rather than judging all things as equal; and nothing I own is ominously titled ‘The Peoples’. Obviously, I am referring to my cup collection.
While I’m not a total bourgeoise, as I only have two cups, I feel my usage of such vessels fits in quite nicely with Capitalist ideals. Firstly, the focus on myself: I use cups that I don’t need to be using, preventing others from using them, purely for my own gain. Perhaps my logic is that there are many cups in the house, that others may use if they want a drink, and so me hoarding a few cups of water on my desk every now and then isn’t too bad. However, this would be the response of a Capitalist; I don’t need these cups – the argument that the easy availability of water promotes high productivity is a lie – and the humorous nature of this one means that I am depriving a Comrade of the ability to drink from a pug-themed vessel, because that vessel is sitting uselessly on my desk.
It seems that I am putting my own comfort ahead of potential needs of my house-Comrades, and I feel this really ought to stop.
Furthermore, my cup usage is entirely meritocratic, to the extent that I encourage liberty with my cups: I give each a fair chance to be drunk out of, and then reward the best by continuing to drink out of them – I was initially wary about using the Pug Mug, but I have grown accustomed to its odd shape, and quite enjoy its surprisingly large capacity.
Sadly, there is a potential failing of Cup Capitalism here, in that the cups themselves are not encouraged to provide me with a better service, as entrepreneurs are in Economic Capitalism, because the cups are not sentient; they cannot understand what I want from them, and do not possess the means to make changes to themselves. Perhaps in the world of cups, socialism truly is the greater system.
And I don’t call my cups ‘The People’s Republic Of Providing Appropriate Liquid On Request’, which may be more of a failing on my part than the cups’.