Anthony Bourdain gives it to me just right...

I've said it many times before, but I have a raging hard-on for Anthony Bourdain.  I always have.  He's like the poster boy for Charming Assholes the world over.  His latest commentary on Food Network chefs has my naughty bits quite warm...

A snippet from the above, this one on the much-beloved Rachael Ray:

Complain all you want. It’s like railing against the pounding surf. She only grows stronger and more powerful. Her ear-shattering tones louder and louder. We KNOW she can’t cook. She shrewdly tells us so. So...what is she selling us? Really? She’s selling us satisfaction, the smug reassurance that mediocrity is quite enough. She’s a friendly, familiar face who appears regularly on our screens to tell us that “Even your dumb, lazy ass can cook this!” Wallowing in your own crapulence on your Cheeto-littered couch you watch her and think, “Hell…I could do that. I ain’t gonna…but I could--if I wanted! Now where’s my damn jug a Diet Pepsi?” Where the saintly Julia Child sought to raise expectations, to enlighten us, make us better--teach us--and in fact, did, Rachael uses her strange and terrible powers to narcotize her public with her hypnotic mantra of Yummo and Evoo and Sammys. “You’re doing just fine. You don’t even have to chop an onion--you can buy it already chopped. Aspire to nothing…Just sit there. Have another Triscuit…Sleep….sleep….”

Oh how I adore a man who can string together a proper rant.

Comments

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[this is good] I love a good paragraph on perspective. I've always loved AB. And it is because he is a charming asshole. He knows his stuff and is justly cocky. He and his world travelling, cigarette smoking, risk taking self. I'd love to read his books.

[antihera]

Here-here!