1) You apply via your LinkedIn profile. Not sure if legacy carrier + the social media brand that was Facebook for old people before Facebook was just for old people is the kind of synergy you want, but maybe?
1) In the context of eating a meal at a fast casual restaurant chain, how sure can one be of a server's sexual orientation? Is it like: "Hi! Welcome to TGI Pancho's! My name is Lisa, and I'll be your server today! Why don't you take a minute to look over the menu while I go over there and eat out my girlfriend, and I'll come back and tell you about today's specials?"
2) If we presume that it is ok (it is not) to punish the gays economically, wouldn't the thing to do be to ask to be moved to a different section with a heterosexual server? Instead of having filthy gays handle your plates of crab rangoon, etc? Or are these Christian stiffs all "hey! our server is a catamite, we walk out of here with 18% of the check total still in our pockets, because we do not have to tip depraved sinners. Cha- CHING!" Really?
3) In at least one case, the server was an ex-Marine. Just saying.
The Cod's initial reaction when I saw this story was "people who voluntarily eat in fast casual Italian restaurants, not to mention "Asian bistros," feel that they have a leg to stand on when it comes to disapproving the lifestyles of others? Surprisingly though, the Italian place, Carrabba's, on paper at least, seems to be fairly cromulent. No mention of unlimited breadsticks, and mostly recognizably Italian items on the menu. I doubt it would give Del Posto much to worry about, but it looks like it would be a better look than say, PF Chang's in an emergency. Also, out of curiosity, I took a look at the diversity tab on the website, and it appears to be an actually more thoughtful and more inclusive statement thann I would imagine:
There is something powerfully dated about this piece. Throughout, the tone is "How about those dames? They start working outside of the house, and the next thing you know, they want to take a lunch break. What next - voting?"
More important, the entire article is animated bt a presumption that while professional women in New York want to take advantage of the networking opportunities afforded by a meal with business assocates in the midde of the day, first and foremost, their job is to be skinny, so the news in this piece is... fancy salads? I can understand that not everyone wants to have a crab cake eating contest with Henry Kissinger at Le Cirque, but it made me sad to see an article about meals focus so much on restraint, and so little on pleasure:
Sometimes you say, "what up, Internet?", and sometimes the Internet just tells you what's up. In rapid succession, this, at left, and this, a thing that allows you to make a cookie cutter in the shape of anything you can draw on a computer. Given the current attempt to impose Redneck Sharia on the bodies of Texas women, and the many folks standing against that, baking a tray of cookies shaped like the Longhorn uterus seems like a good way to refresh the bodies and spirits of the folks standing up for Texas women.
And a picture, see right. Did folks suddenly have a crisis of conscience around lunch and decide to eat elsewhere (there are better restaurants in Savannah than Lady & Sons, but it has an Ozzie Cansecoesque relation to its sibling up the coast). Something seems not to add up. Were both pictures taken on the same day?
So when one of America's most notoriously bad companies fires you because you are bad for the brand, you are having a bad week. The Cod is on the record as not being a fan of Paula Deen, or of Smithfield, for that matter, but there is much that is troubling. To be sure, using the word "nigger" as she did is hurtful, as is the idea of the plantation-themed wedding. But this is her undoing? Not her partnership w/ Smithfield in the first place, not her attempt to monetize her own diabetes, not her entire persona as a grotesque charicature of something that does not exist? (It's always seemed to me that the essence of Deen's success was a perverse kind of minstrelsy, where she was a white, and thus acceptable version of Aunt Jemima, but I digress.)
However, the national media has done a bad job with this story, says me. I may be more aware of this than some, but having been raised on one place famous for its own brand of racism (Boston), and living as an adult in another place famous for its different brand of racism (South Carolina), I am often struck by how easy it is for a certain kind of non-southerner to identify racism as a southern phenomenon. Park Slope Mom can forget that there's only one Black kid at little Hermione's pre-school, because there are no cotton fields in Prospect Park. Boston Food Blogger can tut-tut at Deen's language and not notice that the only Black folks he sees when he dines are washing dishes. And so on.
If you don't live there, and you don't say that word, the thinking goes, then you are not part of the problem, no matter what percentage of Black men are incarerated in your home state. Allow me to suggest humbly that not using that word is great, but it is the beginning, and not the end, of what white folks need to do.
Indulge me in a diagram:
People who say “nigger. “
People who don’t.
There are certainly folks who fit into category A, and also category D (we will ignore for the moment the tricky business of defining "non-racist"). But allow me to suggest that we all meet plenty of category B people every day, and I can even think of a few folks who might claim category C.
So the Cod saw where Gael Greene is advertising for an intern. The burgeoning culture of internships is problematic, and as internship coordinator for my dept at my day job,* the Cod's corporeal host is part of the problem. The tricky thing with internships is that they are working for no pay, so there must be some other compensation, or it's, you know, slavery. Typically what interns get instead of money is college credit. However, college credits cost money, so in addition to working for free, the student is often on the hook for summer tuition.
In these desperate times, folks will make that bargain, even after graduation -- I've had students mad I did not sign off on "custodial internships" at Disney World, and I've read horror stories about retailers hiring "merchandising interns." However, the GG internship seems to mark a slide down a slippery slope. A good bit of what an intern gets for his or her labor is a claim on an institution -- a magazine, a website, a lawfirm, etc. The idea, not surprisingly, is that this experience will create advantages on a real employment market in the future. However, being able to say one did an internship at Us, or a university press, or Eater, or something like that, seems like a tanglible Thing that an intern can draw on. Working with an individual, less so. To her credit, GG is offering $40/day for expenses. On the downside, working for an entity that is, essentially, an individual person, seems harder to leverage as employment-worthy experience. I'm sure ol' Gael would be full of stories, but I worry that individuals less famous and fabulous than Gael Greene might follow suit, and a serf from Vassar might become the next must have thing for rich folks in NYC.
*Do you need an intern? If you have a worthwhile experience, I have a line on smart young folks w/ good manners who can write the doors off your local talent.
*"Ladies style sports bar"? An oxymoron, as the sports bar is where you go to escape from that suffocating harridan who wants you to spend time with your family? Or, perhaps bar food and flat screens, reimagined for ladies? All salad and WNBA 24-7?
**"Nice edgy food women would like"? The issue here is either an all-nacho menu or a publicist with a poor vocabulary.
***"Not just wings and potato skins"? Because chicks hate wings?
****"Leather sofas where ladies can drink wine." It's like they got a fifteen year old boy, gave him some Noxema, and told him to write a business plan.
*****""By day and into the evening, the place will play sports on TVs, but later at night, it will transform into a dancing destination." It's all fun and games until you get glassed by an Oregon fan for turning her game so the dancing can start. Alternatively, they leave the monitors on, and your dance partner is watching a critical third and short in the Fresno St. game that has a significant impact on her financial future.
The only way to make a DC-area sports bar for women viable is to have a) RGIII fan fiction open mic nights and b) Footrub Fridays with Gilbert Arenas. Play us off, Cake!
What with the Chick-fil-A stance against marriage equality, there has been talk of this Aug 1 being Chick-fil-A Appreiciation Day, where we all go eat at Chick-fil-A to show our support for their CEO's support of the "Biblical definition of the family unit." There are many different configurations of the family unit in the Bible, but let's focus on the issue at hand.
The Cod would like to encourage any and all to take part in this demonstration, with the caveat that you please vist your local Chick-fil-A with a member of the same gender, and that you make out with said member of same gender as you. The Cod solemnly pledges to post all such pix/videos here. You can email to fesser at the gmails, or tweet at @TheGurglingCod. Scenaria that involve two or more people and one waffle fry are especially encouraged.