“Unless it involves Sage Northcutt hand-ripping apples and ginger roots and mashing them through a sieve, I call bullshit.”
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It’s that one special December day we look forward to every year: the hater’s guide to the Williams-Sonoma catalogue:
As always, there is nothing rich people love more than eating fancy versions of white trash food. “It’s franks and beans, but the beans are imported from Tuscany and the franks are actually made from Japanese HegWu beef. Such whimsy! NINETY DOLLARS PER PIECE.” Every time a Brooklyn resident raves about “comfort food,” a coal miner from Appalachia is crushed in a landslide.
Can I confess something? I would totally love to own that Tartan dutch oven. If a reader bought one for me I would end my silence and tell you what I really think about James Comey.