It's more than a stupid joke that goes, "Tall? How is that a small? If I wanted a small, I'd order a small, am I right?"

The balance of my anger toward Starbucks has shifted from it being the vast corporate entity that stands for ultra-consumerist-indulgence in something tripled in price without providing more functionality than its basic, beans-steeped-in-water, counterpart to it clandestinely implanting itself into the daily happenings of the American (and perhaps international) English language on a larger level than bullshit like Kleenex or Band-Aid, while simultaneously chopping and screwing bits of other languages and passing it off as sophisticated method of speech and life rather than retarded.