Too far, America. Too far.
I’ve been socializing with people lately. Shocking!, I know.
With the wedding less than TWO (2) months left until my wedding, people have been asking a lot about my wedding and the dress and the fittings. Obviously, the whole diet thing comes up a lot during the inquiries.
I get a lot of “I couldn’t go on a diet, I’m a foodie.”
This. It makes me mad. It makes me very mad.
I like food too. I think it’s delicious. But that doesn’t make me a foodie. I can’t eat a bite of food and tell you every ingredient in the marinade. I love food, but I’m not a foodie.
America, the definition of the word “foodie” has gone too far. TOO FAR!
You’re not a foodie just because you eat a lot of food.
Do you get this yet? Eating many McDonald’s French Fries does not make you a food connoisseur.
I feel like it’s not getting through to you, but it seems so simple that I cannot express my frustration more eloquently than I just did. And I’m aware that it didn’t come out so eloquently; it was more like venting. I know.