July 2nd, 2010
Friday Four Cents: Keeping It To Myself
I’ll admit that I’m not very technologically savvy. I prefer to read old fashioned paper books over a kindle or a nook. I’d rather listen to music on a record than an mp3 player and I prefer to learn what my friends are doing by talking to them, face to face. These days, it seems like I’m the only person out there who isn’t on facebook, and I plan to keep it that way.
Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t understand broadcasting your every thought and whim to friends, family and coworkers. I have a lot of things run through my head, and most of them are things I don’t want other people to know, much less put on the internet for posterity. Things like “I’m in labor” or statements like “I like my women like I like my North Korea… unstable and mad at the world” are things that would be better left off the internet.
My favorites are the drunk posts with lots of misspellings. Now that is what I call class! Once upon a time, all you had to worry about was drunk dialing, and as embarrassing as that could be, at least it was limited to one person. Drunk texting or posting can be seen by everyone. The big argument against tattoos has always been, “what are you going to think when you’re older.” With Facebook, I wonder what kids are going to think when they pull up their parents old facebook page with scandalous pictures. That’s going to be an interesting conversation.
You know what else has got me raving this week? Food. If you follow The Loop Scoop at all, you know that I don’t have the most sophisticated palate. I’ve never claimed to be Frank Bruni or Allison Cook… for those who aren’t in the know, those are food critics… but I know what I like. I don’t go around restaurants commenting on how someone has ordered a steak or if they made a special request, so I expect the same courtesy.
For the record, I like my steak well done.
I’ll wait while everyone gathers themselves.
Yes, I said well done. I know that isn’t popular and none of the cool kids are doing it, but I find pink meat revolting. Like, literally worth gagging over. I don’t know why that is, but it’s just the way I’m wired. I can appreciate that a rare steak looks moist and juicy when someone at the table orders it, but I couldn’t manage to get one bite down my gullet. That’s fine with me. I don’t expect everyone to eat their food they way I like mine.
I’m tolerant of foodie differences, which is why I have such a hard time understanding why the way I have my steak or burgers cooked always a point of contention for others. I’ve been in restaurants where waiters have scoffed or chefs have sent out noticeably undercooked cuts of meat, but the worst are my friends who repeatedly make an issue of what and how I eat. I know what I like and I’m not ashamed to order it that way. Besides, I’m paying for it. I’ll get off my soapbox now.