A real bother I do have hang-ups about all the fiddling we're doing with stuff we should leave alone. And I'm naively fond of the real thing, harder than ever to find. At least it has no preservatives, like most items in the supermarkets. Real food rots or goes rancid or grows mold quickly. Real kiwi aren't yellow, like the ones I saw in my market the other day.
Real watermelon has seeds.
Real lettuce isn't pre-torn in plastic bags. Real things are rarely convenient. The less time and maintenance a thing takes, the more artificial it is. Yet I'm almost ready to trash my pine Adirondack chairs, crafted by an old guy across the lake, because they need refinishing every couple years. Green plastic ones don't.