Being Retarded, or Why I Hate People

So there was [this article in the Times yesterday](http://www.nytimes.com/2007/06/06/dining/06dinn.html?em&ex=1181361600&en=c27cd7390bdd4d9a&ei=5087%0A) that everyone saw, no doubt, about people freaking out trying to outdo one another at dinner parties. This is the kind of thing that is making me flee new york.

Having people over for dinner should be about fellowship and a decent meal. And while we should all have the presence of mind to be responsible omnivores, criticizing the ingredients people are nice enough to feed to you, or their provenance, is rude and counterproductive.

And for all those people who want to talk about organic this and biodynamic that, insisting that olive oil come from a conventional farm in far away Greece, when there are legion organic olive oils coming from (6000 miles closer) California is not only moronic, but hypocritical, and you don’t deserve to come to my house for dinner.