quiddities and agonies of the ruling class - a rolling new york times thread

or meze. or smorgasbord. or zakuski.

Yeah, I saw that yesterday... the ploughman's lunch gets a gender revamp

food content creator

barf

wait wait did i miss the article explaining wtf a "hot girl walk" is?

ah okay then:

What is a "hot girl walk," exactly? Lind told CBS News it's a four-mile outdoor mindfulness walk during which you're supposed to think of three things:

What you're grateful for
Your goals
And how you're going to achieve them
"And lastly, how hot you are, of course," Lind laughs.

NYT trolling Tik Tok for content oy vey

august came early this year

xp This particular idea of putting together a bunch of grazing food on a plate and eating it for dinner has been taken from ADHD support Internet places, btw.

I mean it is also just called a charcuterie board.

I invited eating hunched over a sink grunting

Half of my meals are this. I am a fridge forager since my wife buys twice as much food as we need.

get your nunchucks and your dad's keys -- i know where we can find protein

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/08/31/nyregion/geraldo-rivera-fox-erie-canal.html

The 36-foot luxury motorboat, with its polished mahogany hull and American flag waving from the stern, set off from East Hampton on a recent Sunday morning, heading toward the tip of downtown Manhattan and passing beneath airplanes, bridges, thunderstorms and, eventually, a glorious blue sky. The trip would take the boat, named Belle, within view of the Statue of Liberty en route to the Hudson River and, finally, Lake Erie.

But first, she needed to navigate a narrow stretch of water that has haunted sailors for centuries: Hell Gate, a tidal strait named by Dutch explorers in the 1600s, where the currents of the East River, Harlem River and the Long Island Sound converge.

In just a few harrowing moments, Belle churned through the rough waters, and her crew exhaled.
“That was definitely hair-raising,” said the captain, Geraldo Rivera, his own tresses (and mustache) looking wind-tousled.

not the nyt but we still get the new yorker delivered and i have a weird post-pandemic aversion to it but whenever i pick it up - and yes i realize its the new yorker and its mascot wears a big top hat and a monocle - but i feel like they have just gone full speed ahead into some rarified peak capitalism world of ugh. these profiles that are just wide-eyed recitations of some rich guy's WILD exploits and all these weird justifications for excessive wealth. so, unfortunately, i can't unsee it and every page of the thing just seems like a capitalist apologia. maybe i'm just sensitive. taken for granted privilege is alive and well there. the times is so frequently ugh that i could probably post links here daily. there is a frantic nero-fiddling quality to conspicuous consumption now. this could be it. spend it while ya got it. or start a kicky little non-profit on the side. or buy a yacht. whatevs.

The rich have always been the legendary heroes of NY (in their own minds).

Did not even know this was a thing. You too can clone your dog for the simple cost of 50K!

Who gets the cloned dog in the divorce?

Some winners in this article:

They Fled City Jobs. Now, It’s Time for Farm Prom. A group of young urbanites gave up desk jobs to become farmers. They have earned the harvest party.

There was an oyster farmer with his date, a sometime organic-farm-stand cashier in a vintage fur, and a sungold-tomato grower in a plastic prom-king crown. At D.J. decks set atop a bale of hay was a flower farmer in a silver gown, bopping her head, which was topped with the Carhartt beanie she wears to work the fields.

But these farmers were not tilling the fields of America’s heartland.

Outside the barn doors were beach houses and wineries and the seaside resorts of Eastern Long Island. Few of the farmers stomping work boots on the dance floor came from agrarian roots. Most were corporate or academic refugees, who in recent years said they found new meaning in growing things.

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/10/27/nyregion/farmer-prom-long-island.html

hrrruuuughggggghhhhhhnnnnnngggghhhh

Peter Treiber Jr., 35, an artist and vegetable grower on whose farm the dance took place

Google sez it's actually his father's farm, purchased after retiring from the family insurance brokerage.

insufferable savages

F you and your beanie

Ain’t gonna work on daddy’s farm no more

reminds me of the new yorker article on the fabulous new trend of FORAGING. the irony of rich people digging for edible plants when most of the world has been doing it forever lost on the people involved. omg, can you believe it, there's actual FOOD in the woods. and then the flood of wild mushroom photos on social media was unleashed.

don't get me wrong, i hate them too, but i'm honestly glad for rich people that they're discovering "growing stuff". presumably they are actually doing some growing themselves. not going to click thru and read about it though lol.

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/01/20/style/class-of-palm-beach-tiktok-instagram-wealth.html

What the ultra rich wear to the grocery store