The word "yum" is starting to make my ass hurt. I never hear anyone actually say it in real life, but it's in 85% of all status updates on Facebook. And if you really want me to kick your ass, try "yummy!"
Sure, there are some things I like to eat. Recently, I was compelled to spread the word about the pickle plate at the Snackbar, for example. Or Don Beer (does that count, since it's alcoholic?). But I have NEVER used the word "yum," in speech or in print.
At a conceptual level, I understand that some people enjoy food. I also recognize, that because I tend to view food as the ultimate enemy, I don't always 'get' it when people get all orgasmic on Facebook about the muffins they just baked, or the iced tea they just brewed, or the gouda they brought back from the gourmet grocery store. And part of me wishes that homegrown yams or a cappuccino was all it took to get me off. I do sometimes wonder, wouldn't my life be a better place if all it took to get me tantric was homemade oatmeal cookies with raisins? It's a deviled egg, people... not an all-night coke-fueled celebrity orgy in the VIP room of some hot new club in LA. Which is about what it would take for Sweet Pickles to go on Facebook to tell every 'tard I went to kindergarten with that something was "yummy!"
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