I love Food Network. I’m such a geek. Perhaps it’s my love of food, or living vicariously, or maybe even my desire for that elegant life. Meh, I don’t fully know, nor do I care enough to spend more time than a random musing. It is a significant amount of my life, though. However, I probably watch more Travel Channel, and way more PBS.
Driving along in Kirkland , home of the modern yuppie, I’m passed by a new Mercedes. Lovely, silver, shiny, new, bling-bling; a part of me loaded with insecurity twinges while I purr along in my Toyota. Why? How come this is a metric of my self-esteem? Am I being unfair to myself, being upset by this train of thought and it’s influence? Consider, please, how much this viewpoint is drilled into us. Look at how often this imagery gets pushed into our faces, and how long that’s been going on. It shouldn’t surprise me, really, that I sometimes feel this way. Though my conscious values oppose this, the lingering thread of this programming has threads into the depths psyche.
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I ONLY watch the food network... but then I get hungry and lack their awesome ingredients... then it's off to the store for food and some piece of equipment I MUST HAVE now... It's a bad habit.