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THE FOOD ISSUE: AN UNPUBLISHED LETTER TO THE NEW YORKER
The food issue... REALLY??? Do you think the majority of your readership enjoys the veal cheeks, veal knuckles, chicken dicks, songbird snouts and moose balls so mouth-wateringly described on every other page? Your thorough coverage of our waning environmental resources, coupled with an almost compete lack of reviews of vegetarian restaurants, non-meat articles in the food issue, and an overall condescension toward veganism in your magazine, is confusing and galling. It can't be ignorance. By now most educated people know that emissions from factory farms account for more greenhouse gasses than all forms of transportation combined. I think it's an ill-conceived self image of cozy Olde-Worldliness, while every other subject in the magazine suffers from an over-arching hipness. It's an odd combo. Please, next time don't hold back on the food issue. We want those recipes for foie gras ice cream drizzled over dove head stew, served on a bed of lamb eyes with a side of calf teeth crunchies. In the hipster parlance that only a super hip rag like yourself will understand, Nigga please. |