An ugly mug is a missed opportunity.
I can drink my morning coffee from a paper to-go cup if necessity dictates, but to really get the day off to a good start, I need a satisfying aesthetic experience. That’s why I’m very careful about my morning mug.
A good morning mug is such a complete pleasure. The colors are interesting and attractive. The mug has just enough heft to give you comfort as you move from sleep to waking. It fits into your hand, whether you wrap you fingers around the handle or slide your fingers through the opening and around the cup. The mug and the handle convey warmth, but are not hot. The lip of the cup is smooth and substantial and pleasing when you bring it to your mouth.
But look in the thrift stores, or in the cabinets of the breakroom at work: So much ugliness. So much waste. So many stupid cartoons and bad flower paintings; so many souvenirs people want to forget; so many annoying promotional mugs—slapped with a logo like a china T-shirt. Mugs that lack wit or creativity or even the tiniest bit of thought in their making. Too many mugs that will never really be mugs but only pencil holders at best.
Why bring something into the world to be ignored and discarded—barely even useful? Better to stick with a paper cup than betray a medium that holds such promise.