I Too, am an Oxygen Enthusiast

Is there anyone on earth who doesn’t enjoy eating tasty food and having someone else do the dishes? Beuller?

Can we talk for a moment about how much I hate the word “foodie”?

Last spring I encountered the phrase “food cognoscenti” – which gets a point for not being the base of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, and then immediately loses ten for being so obnoxiously pretentious. As far as I could figure out it meant “tracks chef-owners like some people track Steelers’ draft picks.”

But “foodie” – that word just holds a special place of loathing in my heart.  It’s not about making food, it’s not about learning about food, it’s all about consuming food. It’s not about a deep-dive into a subject as a gourmand. It’s an acquisitional, gimmie-gimmie-gimmie attitude with an equally infantile descriptor – “foodie”.

I could go on. I think that this is a problem with geek culture as a whole. Somehow we got defined by the things we consume instead of the things we love. We aren’t gluttons and materialists anymore, we are merely consumers. We as a culture are satisfied with allowing other people to be makers.

There’s only one way the word “foodie” could bug me even more than it does already –

Oh gorrammit
Oh gorrammit.