My LJ friends have heard me complain about this first one, but I’ll do it again here because it just happened to me again, and also I’m hoping there will be some chefs/cooks here who might be able to explain it to me:
I like my steaks well done. I realize how gauche this makes me, but I can live with it. OK, I’m a big pussy. I don’t like having to think about bloody meat any more than I have to while I’m eating it. So I’m in denial. Fine. And yes, I might as well order a hamburger, because I’m cooking all the flavor out of it. Hey, tell me about it. But guess what? I actually like it that way, hard as it may be for you to believe. So why is it EVERY time I order a well done steak in a restaurant it comes back to me medium? WTF? The only explanation I can come up with is that the chef and/or waiter assume I’m an uncouth hick who doesn’t really know what he wants. Even though I tell the waiter “Extra well done” or “Butterfly it”. I’d think this would be enough to clue them in that I had some idea what I was talking about. Thus, I’m forced to conclude that the constant serving of medium steaks is their attempt to save me from myself. It pisses me off not just because it’s condescending, but also because it means I have to send it back to the kitchen (sometimes twice) and wait for it while everybody around me digs in. I suppose I can understand that you feel I’m ruining your beautiful culinary creation by asking for it brown instead of pink, but you know what? I’M THE FUCKING CUSTOMER WHO’S PAYING FOR IT, so give me what I frigging ask for! Why must this be such an ordeal? Like I said, I enjoy the taste of well done steak, but I’m probably going to have to give up ordering it in public because it’s too much fucking hassle. And I resent being made to feel like I’m the asshole for having a particular food preference - it’s not like there’s no precedent for ordering well done steaks; otherwise that particular form of preparation would never have been an option. Why must life be such a struggle?
Mini-rant deux:
I realize this is a hot-button issue for some people (such as, apparently, every single person around me when it happens), but I don’t sing the National Anthem when it is played in public. Which might not be so bad, I guess, but I also don’t stand for it. You know why? Because I don’t believe in that shitty song, nor do I respect it (what is there to believe in or respect, anyway? It’s basically singing the praises of a flag - which, yeah, I know, is by extension singing the praises of our country; too bad it’s in the most knee-jerk, mindless wording possible) - especially the later verses, the ones that nobody sings, about the “Heaven-bless’d land” and how our motto is “In God is our trust”. But I don’t mean to make it sound as if my objections are strictly on religious grounds. I don’t like anything about the song, from the melody to the jingoistic (hard to avoid in a National Anthem, I realize) “We’re Number One!” lyrics. Believe it or not, I actually do like America and the principles it was founded on; what I don’t like is the lame obsequiousness of singing (and standing up for) empty patriotic jargon, or the mob mentality that causes perfect strangers around me to feel it’s their duty to force me to rise to my feet (“Get up! It’s the National Anthem!”). I find it odd that so many people seem to have such reverence for symbols and gestures; I wonder if I told them I’m a veteran (I am) it would make any difference? Surely that should count for more than giving lip service to my country. I had the same problem in school, when I refused to stand for the pledge of allegiance - and in those cases, I got shit from friends. I don’t pledge my allegiance to my flag, or to my country, either - not really; I pledge it to my ideals, and if my country should violate those ideals, I’ll look around for a new one. Anyway, isn’t my freedom to speak (or not) part of what makes this country so great in these people’s minds? Then again, if all they know about America comes from the lyrics of the Star Spangled Banner, maybe they aren’t that up on the Bill of Rights in the first place.
Besides my own philosophical beliefs, as I said, I just think the song sucks the corn out of my shit, aesthetically. I’d no more stand for it than I would a Dave Matthews song.
Now, if they changed the National Anthem to “Rock Lobster” I’d probably stand and sing, because I think it’s catchy and it fits my worldview fairly well.