The more we know about, say, cauliflower, the less we like it.May 13, 2013, Vol. 18, No. 33 • By JOE QUEENAN
Recently I read a story in my local newspaper reporting that high school kids routinely throw out tons of vegetables because the food in their school lunches is so awful. It would seem that the youth of America particularly object to the lettuce.
Purists may argue that school lunches are always fairly repellent, so you cannot really hold vegetables’ feet to the fire. But this raises the larger point: Aren’t blandness and tastelessness and overall horribleness generally true of vegetables? Wasn’t George H. W. Bush on to something when he talked about how vile broccoli is? If the price of being strong to the finish is having to eat your spinach, is it any surprise that so many kids have expressed little interest in being strong?
Although vegetable aficionados (and they are everywhere) may deny it, vegetables are a retrograde, vestigial anomaly in a society where everything else constantly improves. The record is clear. Cars constantly get more fuel-efficient. So do airplanes. And tractor trailers. And ships. This ceaseless improvement is particularly noticeable in the field of consumer electronics. Every six months or so, the iPhone gets a significant upgrade, as does the Droid and the iPod and the iPad. Every time you turn around, someone has come out with a sleeker, faster tablet that can run more apps and take better photos and just generally do more things. Software gets better. Hardware gets better. Apps get better. Life gets better.
Nor is ceaseless progress limited to the world of machines. Shoes keep improving in quality, especially footwear designed to be worn in the great outdoors. Today’s running shoes are a million times better than they were a generation ago, and the same is true of basketball sneakers—which actually lend support and cushion the foot from shock, unlike Chuck Taylors of yore. Under Armour and other perspiration-absorbing products constitute a huge improvement over generic T-shirts. And few would argue that contemporary lingerie is not a vast improvement over the tragic merchandise sold in bygone eras. Girdles? Garter belts? Granny panties? All those sad vestiges of the pre-thong era?
Why, then, is it that vegetables never get any better? Why do vegetables remain so stubbornly bland and awful? And don’t try to pretend this is not the case: Who actually likes iceberg lettuce? Who invented lima beans? Are peas not the least ingenious, least culturally rewarding food ever invented? And carrots? Carrots? Are you kidding me? Carrots?
As the foregoing makes clear, I hold no brief for vegetables in general, and feel pretty much the same way about legumes and tubers. Yet, lest anyone dismiss me as a crank, I adore fruits of all varieties, gleefully ingesting everything from pygmy bananas to mangoes to kiwis. Every year for my birthday, my wife used to give me a box of bananas shipped out from a San Diego firm specializing in exotic fruit stuffs. No enemy of natural foods am I.
But vegetables are another matter entirely. Vegetables get my goat. Vegetables enrage me. Having devoted years to the study of vegetal cartels, I am struck that incredibly uninteresting perishables like zucchini and okra only hang on in this society because of evil middlemen and corrupt farmers and shadowy oligopolies, and maybe even organized crime—all of which prevent inventors of exciting new vegetables from bringing their products to market. There is literally no other explanation for the continued existence of cabbage in the 21st century. Celery should have died out 300 years ago. Ditto cauliflower, the most repellent of foodstuffs. Yet they have not. Why?
Well, when a maker of a new strain of cauliflower—one you didn’t have to drown in cheese to make edible—tried to market his products a few years ago, he disappeared for several months and was subsequently found dead in an Iowa cornfield. I am not ruling out the possibility that murderous vegetarians may have been involved. Neither are the police. The fact is, conscienceless, ideologically twisted vegetarians will do anything to persuade the public that butternut squash tastes better than veal. Anything.
Earlier this year, a deadly frost in California wiped out most of the lettuce crop, making salad unbelievably expensive all over the rest of the country. As a result, restaurants are charging more for salads, and consumers, responding to crushing market forces, are almost certainly eating less of it.
Really bad inaugural poetry.Feb 4, 2013, Vol. 18, No. 20 • By ANDREW FERGUSON
Many, many thoughts crossed my mind as Richard Blanco finished reading his inaugural poem at President Obama’s swearing-in last week. Well, I guess it could have been worse was not one of them. But now I know: It could have been worse.
Victorino Matus, wrong numberFeb 4, 2013, Vol. 18, No. 20 • By VICTORINO MATUS
In the 1986 movie Ruthless People, the character played by Danny DeVito answers the phone, responding, “Yeah, Debbie’s here, who’s this? Well, Ralph, uh, Debbie can’t talk right now. . . . How about if I have her call you back later when I’m done?” He then hangs up and says with a sinister grin, “I love wrong numbers.”
They’re people, too, and often based in Paris. Jan 21, 2013, Vol. 18, No. 18 • By JUDY BACHRACH
I’m burning with envy. Here I’ve been plugging away of late in places like Oklahoma City and Scottsdale. Meanwhile, both Susan Mary Alsop and Kati Marton, heroines of two ostensibly different books, had a much better idea.
Joseph Epstein, magazine marauderJan 14, 2013, Vol. 18, No. 17 • By JOSEPH EPSTEIN
I'm a sucker for a cheap subscription. For years I subscribed to Vanity Fair because I was able to get it for $1 a month. I paged through each thick issue, gazing upon countless pages of advertising for gaudy watches, men’s colognes, hideous Italian suits, and other merchandise I should not care to own. I did not so much read as glimpse the magazine, ending, always, on a note of slight disappointment, with the Proust Questionnaire or brief celebrity interview at the back of each issue. When they raised the subscription price to $36, I bailed out.
The Blue Helix should suffice for the next few months.Nov 19, 2012, Vol. 18, No. 10 • By JOE QUEENAN
Consumers are justifiably confused when it comes to picking out a smartphone. Many high-end iPhones and Androids contain features that are not terribly useful in everyday life. Not-so-early adopters also worry that they will purchase a state-of-the-art phone for $399 and then, just a few months later, burn with envy as a less expensive unit offering many more features hits the market.
Geoffrey Norman finds solace in footballNov 19, 2012, Vol. 18, No. 10 • By GEOFFREY NORMAN
Whatever the reason for holding elections in November, it works out as a merciful thing. If your party loses, you’ve still got football to remind you of what is truly important in life. There is nothing like college football—not even politics—for passionate, irrational affections and loyalties. A Texas Republican, for instance, would rather vote Democratic than switch over to Oklahoma. He might even rather die. This is true despite the fact
9:05 AM, Oct 30, 2012 • By GEOFFREY NORMAN
Barack Obama hasn't been the least bit shy about showing his face on late night TV.
For maximum clout in the presidential election, move to Virginia. Oct 29, 2012, Vol. 18, No. 07 • By JOSEPH BOTTUM
Christopher Caldwell, frustrated frequent flyerOct 1, 2012, Vol. 18, No. 03 • By CHRISTOPHER CALDWELL
The Sunday before last, my plane was half an hour away from Budapest and a stewardess was bustling clumsily down the aisle. I was reading John Lukacs’s Budapest 1900. Something in his description of the Austro-Hungarian Empire led me to be glad I was wearing a neat shirt and blazer. In some countries, people value spontaneity and casualness. In others, people appreciate an effort to look distinguished. I expected the Hungarians I was scheduled to meet at the airport would be of the latter type.
Sometimes the trip back to the drawing board is worth the trouble.Sep 24, 2012, Vol. 18, No. 02 • By JOHN PODHORETZ
A new zombie movie called World War Z starring Brad Pitt and budgeted at $150 million won’t be coming to your local multiplex anytime soon, even though it was originally supposed to premiere this Christmas. Nor will the sequel to the G. I. Joe movie I’m sure you didn’t see, which cost $125 million and was due for release in June. And there’s a martial arts film with Keanu Reeves called 47 Ronin, which no sane person over the age of 9 would choose to see, originally set for theaters this year—and not in theaters this year.
Michael Lewis swoons...over nothing.Sep 24, 2012, Vol. 18, No. 02 • By ANDREW FERGUSON
Journalists often play dumb as a way of drawing information from a reluctant source. But they are just as quick to act smart—to assume an air of authority over a topic with which they have been only briefly acquainted. Michael Lewis, the financial journalist and author of many bestsellers, is now an authority on Barack Obama. He’s been speaking with great familiarity about our president ever since last week, when Vanity Fair published Lewis’s heavily hyped profile of him, under the title “Obama’s Way.”