Well, number one, I hate that fucking term. It's pretentious beyond belief. It implies that one possesses certain knowledge that mere plebeians have no concerns with, because they're too dumb to begin with.
But Blork brought that one up in a recent Facebook post when I actually called him a foodie -- I was kidding but he obviously feels the same way I do.
I used to be an artist. I used to be a musician. And I say this because I was a professional at both disciplines.
But when I saw the heights of pretentiousness that could be attained by people who did either, I was severely disappointed. There must be such a thing as "faux-knowledge." The term must exist.
Recently I decided that if con men can exist, so can I. Sitting beside someone on an airplane who asks you "What do YOU do?" . . . why the fuck not say "I race cars for a living."
"NOOOOO . . . . really?"
"Yep, that's what I do. I finished fifth in the Monaco Grand Prix in 2007. Marco Guardi cut me off on the last lap."
"No kidding!"
"Nope. Really happened."
So misrepresenting yourself is very, very easy. I like food, I love to cook, I love to think about food, I love to eat food, but I am SO FAR FROM BEING A "FOODIE" that I resent the term and resent the concept.
Say "I'm a foodie" to a small 8-year-old Namibian child and you'll get some sense of what I'm talking about.
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