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-The New York Times, 4/28/2011

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-Eugene Mirman

23-year-old Arkansan. Managing Editor of idleclassmag.com

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Out-of-state Tumblrs: If you wonder why I talk a lot about being from Arkansas, it’s because we gave the world a fucking excellent, Palme d’Or-nominated film, which was shot and set in Arkansas, and Netflix assumes and tells everyone it was Mississippi, and I’m not even surprised, because Mississippi somehow stays cemented in the national consciousness as “The South” in any positive, romanticized, or even neutral context, for no particularly good reason I can think of, having visited Mississippi pretty frequently.  

Out-of-state Tumblrs: If you wonder why I talk a lot about being from Arkansas, it’s because we gave the world a fucking excellent, Palme d’Or-nominated film, which was shot and set in Arkansas, and Netflix assumes and tells everyone it was Mississippi, and I’m not even surprised, because Mississippi somehow stays cemented in the national consciousness as “The South” in any positive, romanticized, or even neutral context, for no particularly good reason I can think of, having visited Mississippi pretty frequently.  

Whole Foods is a point of entry into a new version of American whiteness, one which leans on a pseudo recognition of diversity through sanitized food presentation. It offers a new order of “otherness” in which the other is a pleasant-looking piece of food, totally safe, and with a pedigree. Within the Whole Foods’ bubble we are turned instantly sophisticated, and the store becomes the place where we can self-indulge in notions of cosmopolitan openness to world products and political struggles. To buy an avocado “with a background” ends up, dangerously, filling the space of our urge for political awareness. The store did the math for us, as well as all the thinking, so we can “shop with confidence” and just relax.

The whole process does something rather particular: It creates the illusion of an “independent” understanding within the larger implications of corporate intervention in defining a food’s background. In establishing a perimeter of commercial values based on social responsibility, Whole Foods depoliticizes us. Worse, for those already sinking into the hybrid life of a world without politics, it offers a parachute, a sort of immunity: “I shop here so, by extension, I know a thing or two about social awareness.”

Whole Foods unavoidably widens the gap between people who have everything and people who have nothing: How can super expensive foods that look like an invention of Edward Weston’s camera - that the majority of the world cannot afford, or would laugh about - be synonymous with social responsibility? This is truly a modern enigma.

The recent situation with quinoa, the “hot” and “trendy” new grain that we are suddenly unable to live without - and without which we are suddenly missing essential nutrients to keep us alive - is case in point. Paola Flores, filing for the AP from La Paz, Bolivia, reports that “[t]he scramble to grow more (quinoa) is prompting Bolivian farmers to abandon traditional land management practices, endangering the fragile ecosystem of the arid highlands, agronomists say.” A quinoa emergency, then, at the bulk bins. A separate exposé published in the Guardian goes even further: “[T]here is an unpalatable truth to face for those of us with a bag of quinoa in the larder. The appetite of countries such as ours for this grain has pushed up prices to such an extent that poorer people in Peru and Bolivia, for whom it was once a nourishing staple food, can no longer afford to eat it. Imported junk food is cheaper. In Lima, quinoa now costs more than chicken.” Whether we blame vegans or hipsters or the organic food movement or a lack of appropriate trade regulations, the troubling truth about quinoa represents that repetitive drama between the West and rest in which our voracious consumption depletes yet another land and another people.

Whole Foods widens the gaps, and it does so in the most subtle and displacing manner, giving us an environment (the actually sanitized, spotless physical space) that is the embodiment of an elite (yet perceived as “open,” especially through the chain’s less pricey “360” product line) that finds itself at home within a soulless, sterilized experiences. The notion of gentrification has been surpassed, attaining the space of a perennial state of mind. This is where even an apple turns into an object/jewelry of desire, not of need, or at least of normality. In that sense, Whole Foods is simply the last piece in the long, familiar chain of shifting perceptions in neo-capitalistic societies that exploded after the Second World War, in which the creation and multiplication of desires is central to the self-preservation of the system.

"Shipwrecked in Whole Foods"

- neoliberal notions of “you are what you consume”

- consumptive whiteness- the notion of the sophisticated white, western consumer

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This is a perfect example of one of those ideas that is too difficult to hear for anyone who actually needs to hear it, and I actually think that it would be better communicated through comedy. 

"That’s me! I totally do that / think like that!" said exactly no one upon reading this piece. I mean, I totally agree with everything stated in the above quote, but it seems a little self-serving because no one responds well to accusations like this, (especially white people when the concepts of whiteness and privilege are dragged into it, somewhat unnecessarily) and may even begin consciously forming opinions that run counter to the point that’s being made.

But if a comic got onstage and said “Hey, I’m a real socially conscious citizen of the world because I shop at Whole Foods,” everyone can laugh at the comic’s poorly-formed rationale or outright self-deprecation, and understand the point as something true and valid. Rather than having to deal with the psychological hurdle of responding to an accusation against themselves, (which demands an admission of guilt and a lifestyle change - a tall order) they’re allowed to begin sorting out their own cognitive dissonances mid-laugh.  

…I guess what I’m saying is that comedy is real important. 

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I’m fascinated by the amount of people in the middle of the country who have an extensive knowledge of Los Angeles geography due to podcasts.

Matt Mira 
Nerdist 507: The Expressionless  (via podquotes)

I am definitely one of these weird people. I’m glad Matt knows about us. 

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andrewmcclain:

I started a new tumblr for all this plastic music I’ve been making. 

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I took some notes from Mobb Deep and used a gas stove as a hi-hat

Back-Up That Late Night Shake-Up

cameronesposito:

Stephen Colbert will be a great host - he already is. I really look forward to seeing his show. He is also an inevitable and inarguable choice - he has the experience to support the move to network and host a late night show.

That’s the goal, then. If we want female late night hosts and late night hosts of color, we have to back-up a bit and create the shows that would give folks the experience to make that jump.

My point: rather than lose minds at the lack of a massive network shake-up now, ask cable and post-late night shows to pop some gals and folks of color in the host chair and then stick with them. Give us a solid chance to incubate and we’ll get there ourselves.

Cameron Esposito, once again, has all the answers

Tabloid Darling Billy Corgan

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