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Once upon a time, awards actually meant something. You got a Nobel Prize because you split the atom, cured a disease, or changed the course of human history. Now? You can snag one for writing a strongly-worded tweet or announcing you might recycle someday.

The Nobel Peace Prize has turned into the world’s fanciest participation ribbon. You don’t need to actually bring peace — just say you’ll try, pose for a photo op, and wait for the committee to clap. It’s like handing someone Employee of the Month for showing up late but promising they’ll “do better.”

At this point, you half expect to see someone win it for opening a stubborn jar of pickles. “Ladies and gentlemen, in recognition of their tireless struggle against tight lids everywhere, we proudly present the Nobel Prize in Peace.”

What used to be a symbol of human achievement has become another box to tick, another headline to grab. Instead of honoring breakthroughs that changed the world, it’s become a political stage play dressed up in tuxedos.

Awards like this are just another carton of Expired Milk & Lies — once rich, meaningful, and nourishing, but now watered down until the label matters more than what’s inside.