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12 апреля 2023 г., 18:49
I’d been writing about food. Everyone in food seemed to know everyone else; it was one long human centipede of fuckwittery, where not only was everyone suddenly a writer or a celebrity, but also chefs and sommeliers and even bloody butchers were stars, crossing oceans and running symposiums, Facebooking and tweeting and Snapchatting about the whole incestuous, writhing mess. It was an ugly, self-cannibalizing machine of gratuitous glad-handing, but who am I to buck convention when convention serves me.
