It's all ("Dinner at the Foodies’: Purslane and Anxiety") predicated on this stupid statement:
in New York, where there are fewer status indicators.
Uh...is this a willful blindness to the fact that our society is pervaded by status indicators, which find illimitable and usually complex forms of articulation or embodiment?
And while I'm at it, who thinks this is news?
And for him, serving a dish that is on the menu at several good restaurants in the city right now — a fava bean salad with shaved pecorino, for instance — would be like being caught reading “The Lovely Bones” right after Oprah Winfrey endorsed it.
Duh! Distinction was a massive study of precisely this phenomenon 30 years ago.
Of course, my dismissive tone toward the NYT article may seem a little like I'm endorsing the behavior of these foodies. Far from it. I'm just not surprised.
But perhaps my tone reveals the attitude that such people shouldn't be publicized since that in some way validates their absurd behavior. Instead, should we shun such superficiality out of existence (as though we could)? It's not like this article is an expose with the thrust of ridiculing these people. In fact, a Vassar professor ridicules himself (admitting he's a "propagator" of foodiness), but of course that doesn't stop him.
Predictably, this is not unlike the insidious, self-ironizing liberal (such as perhaps that prototype Basil March) habit of thinking that adequate embarrassment about one's sins will forgive one for continuing to commit them.