…then according to Alan Richman at GQ it’s New Orleans cuisine.
OK. See, here’s the thing. There’s been a lot to see, read and hear about New Orleans in the last year. Have you noticed? I imagine that some of you are a little sick of us by now. But trust me, no one is more sick of us than us.
It turns out that when you live in a city in flux, people talk about it. A lot. How many times does Katrina come up in a day? There’s no time to count, because I am too busy talking about it. And what is the spirit of New Orleans? A year ago, I was ready to pen a book on the subject. Now I see how the vultures have circled, picked away, and come up with nothing. Because it’s spirit, stupid, and you can’t grab on it. The end. Now please, let’s talk about something else.
Except, then somebody writes something so egregiously offensive that even the yankees at Gawker can’t stand idly by. Aw, GQ. Why would we ever think you’d come up with anything different? (As the Onion AV Club christens you, GQ: For Pricks, by Pricks.)
Clearly this article has not gone unnoticed. But I’m too rankled not to throw my hat in the ring. When the contention that there’s no real difference between a roux and corn starch is the least offensive thing a writer’s got to say about my city and its cultural offerings, I’m going to post it to my blog. When the most offensive thing is that the Creole people don’t exist (are “faerie folk, like leprechauns”) well, lets just say fisticuffs are in the offering.
Posted by jackson on 14 Nov 2006
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