Evil Monkey on the loose

One of the many reasons I do nothing but hang out on Twitter these days is that the most revelatory comments come flying past in a world where anyone can watch unseen. A reporter for an oh-so-serious publication admitting, even in jest, that the way to get through the food show is not to make eye contact with vendors is just jaw-dropping. War correspondence must be so much easier with blinders and earplugs as well. Here’s a tip if life is so difficult because your sort-of employer (certainly not you) is perceived as so influential. Flip your fucking badge around. Do your tasting in peace, then ’fess up to your awesome power when you need to do the reporting. The condescension of that crack is just astonishing. I would use the C word, but someone beat me to it.