Food as Music: When Foodies Went Too Far  Are you super excited
for the Great GoogaMooga festival in Brooklyn this weekend,
where the chefs are the real rock stars? Fuck you.  This has all
of the earmarks of a great shark-jumping moment, when twee
Brooklyn identity politics-based foodieism finally went too far,
tipping from mild subcultural hobby into macrocultural
caricature. This is the foodie shark, jumping right into a big
vat of... some kind of really niche kimchi, urban rustic,
something-something. Fill in the blank, foodies.  You know who
likes food? Everybody. Everybody alive, almost by definition,
enjoys eating, which makes it quite unfortunate that we're going
to have to stop eating, now that foodies have made the entire
notion so disgusting with their gross out-of-proportion
fetishization, in the same way that seeing a 500-pound
transvestite leather fetishist being fucked by a chaps-wearing
horse might put you off leather jackets for a lifetime. This is
all, quite naturally, brought to a head by a