Those Who Judge The Judges

Times of sorrow and disaster never cast a favorable light over the dramatic, the overblown or (sigh) the hedonistic. So how do we account for endless public fawning over makeover shows, celebrity excesses and listless heiresses? Escapism? Why can't we all just make like San Francisco and take refuge in some quality meatloaf?

I'm not a behavioral scientist, so I won't attempt to psychoanalyze the national psyche. I do know, via Curbed, that TMFTML makes an attempt to keep overblown hedonism in check with criticism of Times Food Critic Frank Bruni. This is a trend I'm down with. After all, criticism is nearly always easier than creation... and often, it's simply taken at face value.

Meanwhile, I urge us all to wage battle against the forces of apathy, escapism and cynicism. Make something. Do something. And eat a meatloaf (or lentil-loaf) sandwich while you're at it.