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The Quest for Funko Pops

It was...plain. Brown hair, white skin, and vague facial features made up the head, while the body was a t-shirt and jeans.

It felt like the Nike Off-Whites of Funko Pops.

"I gotta ask, what do you do with all the money you make off making these?" I asked off-handedly.

"Save money, but I always splurge a bit. Tonight, I'll probably buy a roast ham for my family if you buy this one. It's a milestone."

In my mind, I suddenly held the power of life over some distant pig, a dirty thing that was treated poorly until the time came to hack it apart. I would certainly never do such a thing myself, a half-eaten salad sitting on the front passenger seat of my car.

"You've got yourself a deal," I said as I handed over the money.

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The Funko Pop pair in my hands were unique in that both were considered part of the same product.

The first had blue hair and fancy glasses over its feminine features. The cheeks were slightly bubbled. Tiny dots along the t-shirt indicated a host of pins and stickers, while its right hand held a cell phone up at the viewer. If I turned it, the screen was painted to look like it was writing a short bird message. There was some sentence about believing science on whatever space was left of the t-shirt.

The second had soft red hair and freckles. The eyes and mouth were curled into a smile, giving it a grandfatherly-expression. The clothes were that of a cowboy, but I could make out the words about making the nation great again on the shirt.

"You know who these two people are, right?" I asked the seller.

"Yeah."

"Didn't this one literally set a hospital on fire?"

"And the other killed someone at the same protest, yeah."

"And you don't think it's weird to make figures about them?"

"Nothing weird about it. I'd be a fucking idiot to not try and cash in on currently trending people. What's weird are the people who come to buy it."

"What about them is weird?"

"Well, some are outright buying it because of what they did at that protest. The other type just buys it because they liked what those people did before the protest."

I nodded in understanding. Both were renowned philanthropists, responsible for funding education, housing, and medical facilities for the impoverished. Even my grandmother, who didn't pay attention to the news, effusively praised them.

"What about collectors who just want a full collection? Like me?"

"To be honest, you struck me initially as the kind of person who buys things because other people hate it."

Ouch.

"You've got yourself a deal," I said as I handed over the money.

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This Funko Pop's hair was longer than I had expected, the blonde curls extending to the waist. I did like, however, that the book in its left hand was in pristine condition, that was hard to get and why I had driven so far to get it. Also, the business shirt and skirt looked damn cute.

"Kinda weird to see one for her," I remarked.

"I don't, uh, follow? Sorry, it just feels totally normal that they made one for her. I mean, fuck TERFs and all that, but she is a billionaire." The seller squinted at me. "Are you a TERF? I don't sell to them."

"No, no, not at all. Just found it weird, that's all. It's just, the reason she's famous is way old now. It had its moment, who cares now?"

"Yeah, but all the kids who read her stuff grew up and can now buy movie tickets and merchandise. Like a Funko Pop," they said, gesturing to the figure in my hand.

"True, true. Are you-"

"Listen, I'm very busy. Are you going to buy it or not?"

"Sorry, just checking one last thing. I thought you said in your text you'd be free all day, though? Just wondering, that's all."

"She," the seller pointed at the figure, "is coming to this town to talk about how everyone needs to tell their representative to vote a certain way on that one bill, and I don't want to be in this place when she gives her hateful rant. I'm only here because you're the only one willing to buy this from me, everyone else I know won't touch it."

It made sense, I supposed.

"You've got yourself a deal," I said as I handed over the money. Untraceable at the seller's insistence, since officially tracked re-sales sent a portion of the money to the depicted person.

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I frowned at the figure in my hand. The hair looked even more painted on than official images suggested. It was as if a black sharpie had been used on the chocolate skin instead of permanent paint. Still, at least the red clothes and skull necklace didn't look as cheap.

"So...Hey, HEY! Can you turn that down a bit!" I shouted at the seller.

They turned the music down. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Uh...I forgot. But that was his famous song, right?" I pointed at the figure.

"He's got multiple famous albums, my friend. But yes, it was his music. I have all his stuff."

"Neat. How come you're selling this, then? Do you not like Funko Pops?"

"Nah. That's for kids to play with." They paused. "Or collectors to buy, sorry."

I waved it off with my other hand. "Did you hear about what he said recently?"

"What are you referring to?"

"He was talking about how he would ensure all people of certain religions were removed from government positions."

"Oh, really? I guess I need to catch up on the news. I drove a while to get here, so..."

"Right. You've got yourself a deal," I said as I handed over the money. I knew a portion of it would undoubtedly find its way into the depicted person's political campaign.

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I didn't even look at the figure in the seller's hand. "Excuse me, are you by any chance-"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm Adolf Hitler. The man who ordered six million Jews and many others killed. I started World War 2 and got resettled here as a condition of surrendering."

"Huh. So...why are you dealing in Funko Pops?"

"I'm trying to establish myself as an artist, and making custom figurines pays well. Do you want it or not?"

"...Out of curiosity, what do you do with all the money you make? I saw that you made several hundred thousand just last year alone."

"Fund my local Neo-Nazi chapter. They killed two undesirables last month, I really wish they wouldn't slack like that. Anyway, do you want it or not?"

I stared at him for a moment, then down at the figure.

"You've got yourself a deal," I said as I handed over the money.

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As I drove home that day, I looked at the plastic box placed where the passenger's feet would be. It had been empty when I started and was now totally full. In terms of collecting, it had been a spectacular success.

A part of me wondered just how stained my soul had become this day.

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From my perspective, I have to constantly buy from people who are equivalent to the sellers in this story, with the notable exception of Hitler. To my knowledge, I've never given money to anyone who has orchestrated genocide, but I have given money to people who support Antifa, buy "supplies" for Antifa, and who have bailed Antifa out of prison.

From my perspective, people who even ask the question of "should I give money to this person" are operating from a place of privilege. JK Rowling may have lobbied for laws that you oppose, but I doubt she's in any way connected with violent crime, or "extrajudicial vigilantism against groomers".

As a metaphor and mediation for "how closely do my purchases need to be tied into a bad act, at either the seller's intent or my own understanding of the results, before that purchase becomes immoral", I think this serves a purpose, but I don't think it reveals much, even as a method to explore one's own intuitions. Partly that's because of my personal experience -- the last eight years have absolutely destroyed any chance of believing any 'but the Nazis', and to see argumentum ad hitlerum as condoning a reducto ad hitlerum -- but more broadly there's nothing about these situations that makes the result any more obvious than the actual object-level questions would be.

And... well, it just seems kinda superfluous. We aren't at questions whether funding Hitler's specific efforts to kill undesirables is moral, for a variety of pretty obvious reasons. For the most part, there's pretty increasingly large portions of the country where buying the wrong media from or about the wrong dead man makes you as a moral mutant. Nor would that need to be at Hitlerian levels, or even JK Rowling ones: we're at the point where people will have their employment threatened should they continue working on a project lead by someone with who faved some stupid anti-trans tweets, or uninvite people over verbal offenses that the target disclaimed. And as Bud Light and Target have demonstrated, no one has principles, here.

For the cancel-prone, these hypotheticals have uselessly obvious questions; for opponents, these range from long-ceded ground to overt joke.

As a metaphor and mediation for "how closely do my purchases need to be tied into a bad act, at either the seller's intent or my own understanding of the results, before that purchase becomes immoral", I think this serves a purpose, but I don't think it reveals much, even as a method to explore one's own intuitions.

The purpose is to offer a series of choices that escalate, not to flesh out my own intuitions. I want to have a conversation about which of the collector's purchases are ethical, along with how we go about deciding that.

And... well, it just seems kinda superfluous. We aren't at questions whether funding Hitler's specific efforts to kill undesirables is moral, for a variety of pretty obvious reasons.

Perhaps there is someone out there who believes that we have no obligation to others we have not explicitly and directly made an agreement with, so there is nothing unethical about giving someone money even if it is guaranteed to result violence against an unknown third party. I don't want to restrict the arguments one can make.

Fun framing story. I'll take a stab at explicitly stating the point of the narrative so that people can correct me if I missed something, or as a starting point for those who found the intent here to be a bit opaque.

Is there ethical consumption under capitalism? In each case, the narrator/purchaser is collecting Funko Pops solely to fill out his collection--I'd say this is pretty morally neutral as motives go--but the consequence of each purchase will be different, based on how the seller intends to spend the money received. The ultimate question raised is whether the narrator/purchaser is morally responsible for any of the known ends that his money will help finance, and whether there are intuitive break points where an observer should say, "By making this purchase in this context, you have done something morally wrong."

In the first case, we've got animal rights/animal cruelty/meat consumption, where the purchaser is a vegetarian/vegan. The second exchange concerns two oppositely-coded political figures, both of whom are known for a long history of good deeds, and a much more recent highly-controversial action, where the purchase/ownership of the figures will stoke up the culture war. The third instance depicts a controversial single figure (J.K. Rowling is the obvious example), where the seller is not a supporter of the figure, and proceeds from the sale will not in any way return to her. The fourth deal is another controversial figure, where some of the funds will go to the political support of his views. And finally, we've got literally Hitler, fundraising for his local death squad.

You're mostly correct. It's not specifically about capitalism, I would ask the same in a barter economy. And the point of making it a Funko Pop is to highlight that it is not in any way a necessity. The collector will not die if the collection remains incomplete. This allows for the argument that all of the seller's purchases are unethical.

I would argue that they are unethical only if you subscribe to the notion of chained morality where you are partly responsible for the actions of those you establish (even if they are ephemeral) relationships with. I'm more of the faction that you aren't partially responsible for the actions of others even if you support them in other endeavors.

Does your answer change if it is solely by your support that another person is able to take an action you deem immoral?

Not really, free will and all that. As you said it was the other person that took the action. To clarify, I'm not saying that the get away driver in a bank robbery is in the clear, as he is participating in the robbery, though in a support role; I'm saying that if the Neonazis buy another sawed off shotgun with part of the money of the collector, he is in the clear as he isn't a party in that.

In your opinion, does a person who sets unreasonable goals for being persuaded from a moral position still get treated as having full moral agency? I think such a person becomes less human and more like a machine - giving predictable results from inputs. In this sense, I imagine that any kind of support I provide is akin to pushing a button, and I hold some moral responsibility for the actions.

In your opinion, does a person who sets unreasonable goals for being persuaded from a moral position still get treated as having full moral agency?

yes, as he is choosing not to accept any kind of counter argument opposed to his internal ethos. As you said he is being unreasonable, but at the end of the day he choose that.

In this sense, I imagine that any kind of support I provide is akin to pushing a button, and I hold some moral responsibility for the actions.

I disagree that you would hold any kind of responsibility, as there is no relationship that would implicate you with his actions (talking about buying the Hitlerian fuunko here). If you subscribe to free will, you have to give people their agency, that includes accepting that you don't control what they do or how they act. If you see it like Marx that the relationships established even by economic transactions makes you partially responsible for their actions, then there is no free will; just cogs in a machine.

I enjoyed reading this but... have no idea what it means.

Aight imma keep it a buck wit you.

I don’t get it.