It’s not evil per se, like say, buzzfeed, it’s not, and when I stumble upon their posts from google they’re always decent and helpful, but read a few articles one after the other and whew all the life get sucked out of the party instantly.
Seriously, one hour on the archives would turn Dan Bilzerian into Howard Hughes.
And the comments, like everywhere really, make it worse. I’m reading this post about managing your overspending and the commenters try to oneup each other constantly to the point of dudes being proud about how much they’re saving by basically living like homeless people.
Which reminds me, what a great idea for a lifehack. He put all his money into savings and lived one year as a homeless guy on the streets, you won’t imagine what happened next.
Except yeah I do, it’s trading places, and we all saw that multiple times.
Why is it that people are willing to spend $20 on a bowl of pasta with sauce that they might actually be able to replicate pretty faithfully at home, yet they balk at the notion of a white-table cloth Thai restaurant, or a tacos that cost more than $3 each? Even in a city as “cosmopolitan” as New York, restaurant openings like Tamarind Tribeca (Indian) and Lotus of Siam (Thai) always seem to elicit this knee-jerk reaction from some diners who have decided that certain countries produce food that belongs in the “cheap eats” category—and it’s not allowed out. (Side note: How often do magazine lists of “cheap eats” double as rundowns of outer-borough ethnic foods?)
Yelp, Chowhound, and other restaurant sites are littered with comments like, “$5 for dumplings?? I’ll go to Flushing, thanks!” or “When I was backpacking in India this dish cost like five cents, only an idiot would pay that much!” Yet you never see complaints about the prices at Western restaurants framed in these terms, because it’s ingrained in people’s heads that these foods are somehow “worth” more. If we’re talking foie gras or chateaubriand, fair enough. But be real: You know damn well that rigatoni sorrentino is no more expensive to produce than a plate of duck laab, so to decry a pricey version as a ripoff is disingenuous. This question of perceived value is becoming increasingly troublesome as more non-native (read: white) chefs take on “ethnic” cuisines, and suddenly it’s okay to charge $14 for shu mai because hey, the chef is ELEVATING the cuisine.
yeah this really bugs me out, especially about italian. You know pasta is not like, gourmet shit, my grandparents diet was like dessert once a year, meat once a month and pasta every fucking day, because that’s what they could afford.
And also there’s different types of pasta dishes, like if you handmade those gnocchi one by one with the pheasant and all the shit well, bravo, that’s hard work i guess, but i’m not going to fucking pay premium money for spaghetti with sauce, that’s basically our version of ramen dude.