So next time you filter your inbox, pause and thank a can of 1937 swimming-pool-pink luncheon meat and a bunch of British comedians. It’s a beautiful accident: the world’s most annoying digital phenomenon named after the world’s most persistent food product.
Remember: Spam (the food) is edible. Spam (the email) isn’t, though it still somehow gives you heartburn. And if you ever find yourself at a Monty Python dinner party, just be prepared to have the menu recited at you until you order the Spam, Spam, Spam, and chips.
Lovely Spam, wonderful Spam.
