Rich people are exhausting. I’m reading the Bon Appetit magazine (yes, I read recipes for fun, and my husband worships me), and in every sentence there’s anti-racism this and social distancing that.
It never occurs to these creeps that constantly referencing slavery in the context of fussy, overpriced recipes that only the most chi-chi-fru-fru people can afford in this economy is disgusting.
“We lived on our knees and now we are finally rising up,” wails one rich dumbass a propos of the BLM or the election or both.
When these were simply clueless rich people publishing expensive, convoluted recipes, that’s one thing. But once these jerks decided they are now a moral authority, that’s really too much.
I think I’ll have to cancel this subscription, too, and it’s my last one.