The New York Times just ran a story about the coterie of anti-cilantroites (my coinage). I look particular offense to this article because I covet cilantro and I’m aghast at those who don’t. I don’t understand these people. Matt has often said, “You’re pretty close-minded for someone who touts such open-minded, liberal views.” This is true. There are no opinions in my orbit: only what is or isn’t. For example, I often very flippantly say Mac users are smug. I say I’m repulsed by iPods and Mac Books and Steve Jobs (and really, wasn’t it Steve Wosniak who really developed with first Mac?!). A normal person would recognize the culturally enormity of their brand and their pioneering technology. A normal person may not own an Apple product, or may even be irked by the self-congratulatory tone of their products and clientele, but they wouldn’t hate them. I do. On NPR a few years back I heard the term for Apple users was “iJerks” and to this day I spit that out when someone waxes poetic about the iPad (which makes me think of a high-tech maxi-pad, really).
I was giving my rampant hatred a lot of thought recently. I think when someone says they “hate” things, they should sit down sit and think about that a bit – carrying all that hatred around just isn’t healthy.
I gave it a lot of thought (picture a thoughtful montage set to some dreamy music), but I realized I was right to hate what I do. There is just no excuse for SUVs, luxury brands, olives, and the modern-day Republican Party.
Whew – I’ve said my peace. (Please don't hate me.)