Listening to NPR on the way home last night, when this dreck came on:
Tell us how the recession is affecting the way you live.
But like a train wreck, I couldn’t change the station. I listened as whiny hipsters called in bemoaning the fact that they have to “buy day-old bread” and that they’re considering “taking up fishing” to supplement the fact that they can “no longer afford fresh fish.” The distaste in their voices for both of these activities was truly stunning.
It went further downhill when another caller spoke plaintively of the fact that she can no longer afford to buy fresh fruits and vegetables, and is instead living solely off frozen dinners. Give me a MF’ing break. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a MILLION times: fresh produce — especially at local farmers markets — is always cheaper (and better for you!) than anything frozen, boxed or processed. Clearly, frozen-foods caller never actually purchased fresh produce to begin with or she would know better.
And then the segment reached its nadir: A caller on the verge of tears explained that for her 21st birthday, she wanted to go somewhere nice for her birthday, but instead her family took her to Applebee’s. Her voice cracked as she spoke of this humbling and sorrowful experience.
…what? Excuse me? My friend, did you ever stop to consider that your family took you to Applebee’s for dinner because you’re a whiny, spoiled bitch and they hate you? I mean, you have the nerve to come on national radio and COMPLAIN that your family took you out to dinner for your birthday? And because it didn’t live up to your exacting expectations, you’re going to ball them out in a public forum and act like fucking Scarlett O’Hara having to make dresses out of Tara’s ruined curtains?
Dude, I don’t like Applebee’s either. But you’ve got a lot of nerve to bitch about being taken out to eat — especially during this terrible “recession” that everyone is buying into — when there are people literally starving to death throughout the world, people living with war and famine and unimaginable poverty, people living on the fringes of societies who have NOTHING, while you eat your Three Course Classic and the waitstaff brings you a free piece of cake.
You know what? Shut the hell up. All of you whiny people, just shut the hell up.