Ok, someone hear me out on this. I just got into a heated discussion with my girlfriend on this topic.
I gave my girlfriend $20 to go pick up a pizza for dinner, so that it would be ready when I got home from work. Upon arrival home, I find that she has already eaten three of the breadsticks. She sees this as no big deal, “I was hungry” she says. Me, I find this to be one of the rudest gestures I can comprehend.
I mean, the sharing of a dining table is one of the most sacred traditions of human kind. You converse, you share, you bond. Also, I work hard, and when I translate my hard earned labor into the means to buy food and share with my friends and family I expect that they accept the gesture in kind.
Maybe it was my upbringing. I know every night my parents and I (only child) would sit down at 6 o’clock sharp for a family dinner. There were no excuses for missing this, you were there. The overall rule was you did NOT start dishing your plate until everyone was seated. Then, we sat as a family and talked, enjoying the meal my mother had prepared and my father had payed for.
My girlfriend, she never had family dinners. She grew up in a single-parent household. Dinner time to them meant fending for themselves when hungry (in the sense of cooking whatever was in the cupboards). This meal, if you can call it that, was often eaten in front of a blaring TV set, with no conversation between whomever might be in attendance.
Geez, why does this make me so mad?! I can see where her utilitarian ideas of meal-time come from, but I just can’t shake the feeling that I have been deeply offended.