I am always on the lookout for folks whose actions agree with mine, but who come from a different angle. Allows me to examine my actions more rigorously and also allows a quick wallow in the swamp of moral superiority, which I always find refreshing.
Anyway, I have been poking around the “slow food” movement recently. I like what they say, cut your costs, live closer in on the food chain, cook good stuff for yourself. These cats are groovy man. But then you start reading their stuff. Crap, a swing and a miss. Just the same kind of self-righteous crap that you get from every other movement.
What is one of the most telling things to me personally is the idea that what you consume is a mark of your personal virtue. In this world, it would appear that a organic, macrobiotic child molester is somewhat superior to a Whopper munchin’ saint. What a load of crap. What you put down your gullet is personal preference, nothing more and nothing less. A cheeto is not really any more virtuous than a steamed potato, it is merely a matter of how you choose to utilize your vanishingly small portion of the worlds resources.
So yesterday, it started out with homemade breakfast of sautéed pancetta with sliced up potatoes with rosemary, salt, and pepper. Pretty good stuff. But after reading the preachy, self righteous crap of some of the slow food devotees, for lunch I got in the car, went over to McDonalds and bought a couple of Big Mac’s (2 for $3.00) and consumed them with vigor. They were as I remembered them, not bad. I couldn’t imagine doing it regularly though.
What I am trying to say here is that stuff like your food and your tastes in clothes and what you want out of a car are ephemera. Keep them that way. If you want them, recognize them for what they are, a vanity. Keep them or don’t as it suits you. Get rid of them if you need and don’t look back. The biggest lesson to remember is that none of these things brings virtue. Sneering at someone for what they eat is as vulgar as sneering at someone for the color of their skin.