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Random mermaid
Gelatin-based anything was a status symbol for a long, long time. It was usually the bastion of the upper classes, but once they figured out how to mass produce gelatin in a dried form, well shiiiit, suddenly everyone could get in on the action. And much like any luxury item that suddenly becomes a Walmart staple, the upper classes reject the hell out of it until it becomes a marker of someone out of touch.

My writing muse is much like a cat. Only really does stuff when it wants to, and will constantly claw at your skull unless you address it. Of course, by the time you actually address it, the muse will suddenly lose interest.