So here I come again onto my food blog, ready to rant about something that doesn’t specifically concern food. That’s okay, though; I’m going to somehow make the tie as I’m capable of making huge leaps in logic and tying together bits of information that seem otherwise incompatible to other folks.
I was thinking about how I missed the episode of the Simpsons last night featuring Lady Gaga. I happen to be a fairly big fan of Lady Gaga, though my fervor for her isn’t as strong as when she first debuted. Her music is at times underrated by people who have the whole “hipster” mentality, as in, the people who refuse to listen to any kind of pop music simply because it’s popular.
That being said, if someone listens to Lady Gaga and sincerely just doesn’t care for her music, that’s not so bothersome to me.
But then, we’ve already established that most humans are blithering idiots.
Continuing, I began to think of how that episode of the Simpsons would likely be available online today on hulu.com or some other video-viewing website and of how this is the case with a good bit of TV; it doesn’t matter if you miss the episode when it’s actually aired, for the internet, in all its glory, will produce the same episode online within 48 hours tops.
Let’s rewind a bit (do people even know what rewind means these days?) and go to my childhood, which is now safely in the Dark Ages of the 1980s and 1990s. Did you have a favorite TV show? Did you miss it? Well, if so, then you’re sh!t out of luck, because it’s not coming back on unless it’s a rerun at some point in the future. You waited all week to watch the newest episode of whatever TV shows aired in the 1980s, and then you missed it, well, that’s all, folks!
Of course, if you were intelligent enough to program one of those dreaded VCRs to start recording at a certain time, you might be able to record the episode whether you were physically present or not. This kind of intelligence exists only among the highest level of physicists and engineers, so the majority of humanity would just have to wait.
You might also get lucky in the rare instance that the episode was release on video cassette. The problem is that video cassettes typically came with something like two episodes of a show, and not necessarily in sequence; just two random, probably popular episodes, not necessarily the ones you missed or wanted to watch.
If these video cassettes were released sequentially, you would possibly spend $100 or more trying to collect just one season of your favorite TV series.
Not so for the current era; you can buy the DVD set of an entire season, sometimes an entire series, for around $30. The really fool-hardy folks just laugh at the thought of buying anything and pirate the series online.
At one point in time, pirating, too, would have only produced a lower-quality variety of the series at best. However, now that many people have computers containing terabytes of space and internet that is faster than God’s sneezes, an entire, HD-quality, special edition TV series can be pirated online, sometimes before it’s even show on TV.
Now, how to tie this in with food…when I was a kid, we went to McDonald’s often. McDonald’s, to me-as-kid, defined the restaurant experience. I don’t know if McDonald’s was always as cheap and seemingly trashy as it is now, but it seemed much nicer when I was a kid; now I can’t help but look down on it. Eating at McDonald’s is not a restaurant experience for me; it’s a fast-food, quick-fix meal that hits the spot on occasion. In other words, eating at McDonald’s is equivalent to answering the screaming child of your body’s need for nutrients and energy with some random toy or snack or even a hit of cocaine just so it will shut the hell up and stop bothering you.
Given, my mind may now be warped by the so-called “liberal brainwashing” (read: hard data, common-sense, and actual experience as opposed to chicken-squawking and doomsday prophecies) of films such as “Super Size Me” and “Food, Inc.,” so my bias against the products offered at McDonald’s may be a function of acculturation.
Except that it’s not.
Some people would just say I’m a food snob; I would say that I have a tongue that can taste for itself, and the people calling me a food snob could probably severely injure themselves with a spork. Thus, their opinions matter little.
Go read Veggie Table or The Onyx Plate and see the mouth-watering, high-quality, hunger-satisfying recipes they produce, then tell me you’d rather eat at McDonald’s.
This is also the point where someone would start crying and moaning about how I must feel like I’m “entitled” because I don’t want to eat crappy food from a fast food restaurant that’s unhealthy and, with excessive consumption, can damage me permanently.
Well, I may not be “entitled” to eat food better than fast food from McDonald’s, just like I’m not “entitled” to beat your @$$, but my relative level of so-called “entitlement” is not going to alter the course of what I do in either situation, is it?
Go get your nosh on (just not at McDonald’s)!