In eating a soy chip I can’t help but make comparisons. It is unfair to the soy chip and unfair to the potato which it tries to emulate. It’s like dating Brittany Spears Twin sister. She might be beautiful in all her own ways, and as equally beautiful as her twin, yet despite all of this One can’t help but notice all the places she falls short.

Will I ever be able to eat soy chips and accept them for what they are? I doubt it. I will forever be kissing the impostor while dreaming of the soft languid embrace of the original.