You are what you eat . . . with
High-class socialites who use utensils that look like they are made for torture
Regular old folks who are comfortable with sporks
Have you ever really thought about how deep and wide the class struggle really is? You can see the differences everywhere: your clothing, your shoes, your home, your pets (we all know you have a dingy-ass dog that you traded for a bicycle tire or something), and yes, even your utensils.

Escargot tongs: let them know that you’re so rich, you’ll eat stuff that would make them want to puke.

I honestly have no idea what this is for, and I don’t want it in my house.
If you’re not born into wealth, you might never crack a nut or a crab claw. You might never put ice into a glass with something other than your hand. You’ll probably never understand the concept of a napkin made of a material finer than any of your suits, or why a plate that measures 18″ across is used to serve half of a cherry tomato with a blade of grass as a side.
If you are born into wealth, you’ll probably never eat off a plate with ridges that keep your food separated, especially if that plate was what your food was just cooked in. You probably don’t realize that cups can have tops or that your fork can come in a handy plastic bag with a one-ply napkin and some salt & pepper. It doesn’t make perfect sense to you to unplug the crock pot and put it in the middle of the dinner table, if you even know what a crock pot is.
There are several well-known sayings that aim to unite the classes; messages usually including: everyone is born, everyone dies, and everyone eats. But some are born with a silver spoon, some die and are buried inside silver caskets, and some eat off of silver escargot tongs.
Everyone does, however, put their pants on one leg at a time. It’s just that my legs are tanner than yours from laying out on the bow of my yacht.
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I’m so glad to see you blogging again. Can’t wait to copy/paste and send to my wife. Great stuff.
Thanks! And let your tweeps know. Spread the word, sound the horns. I really want to raise $1,000,000 of awareness before the year’s out.