No matter where you look today you can’t help but be surrounded by the the lowest quality of everything.
Rather than continuing to shame you as I usually do in my posts, you should start to shame yourself.
That’s what taste is all about.
It’s about being confronted with a decision and realizing how much self-respect you’ve lost for yourself when you continue to opt for mediocrity.
Checking in with people on social media you don’t give one fuck about.
Think about how gross that is.
Someone random fuck face that you follow cause he was a buddy in high school is getting married, and now you’re scrolling through the engagement photos they took on the beach, and they’re wearing linen garments.
How wonderful.
If I ever accidentally came across that shit I’d have have to beg God to not only help me keep my lunch down but to also keep an eye on the naive fella for when he inevitably finds out his brand new wife has been “entertaining” a few other guys on the side.
Keep it PG for God.
Thanks’ God.
Oh well, let’s talk about food.
I know you fat fucks are woofing down chipotle as a weeknight meal at least once a week.
That shit is so gross, man.
I can’t even go into that place without feeling like a complete piece of shit. I’d never allow an ex-convict to serve me dog food for $16.78. No thank you.
It’s so funny, if someone suggests to eat at one of these establishments and you reply with “I don’t eat that shit, that’s fucking gross” or something along those lines, they take it as an insult.
That’s how low people’s standards have gotten when it comes to this stuff.
I respect myself and you’re offended that I’m shedding light on the fact that you’re beneath me for having atrocious standards.
Here’s how you stop being a nasty pig:
Think about the most vanilla Joe Schmo you know, and ask yourself if they would eat the same shit that you do everyday.
Keep raising your standards until they don’t even know what the fuck you’re talking about.
You start throwing terms at them like “deglazing, sous vide, and demiglace” and they won’t know what hit em’. You’re in the clear.
Wrapping back around to social media or whatever the fuck that shit is lol.
You guys understand how fucking dumb you look scrolling all day with your necks at a 90 degree angle. I see it everyday and all I can do is chuckle. Knowing that the new gold-standard is so low.
It’s like yeah maybe that one video you sent me could have the potential to be funny. But I’m also not looking to be mind-fucked by a corporation that has a higher market cap than the GDP of Moldova. The CEO of that company is probably a faggot too! So just reject that shit all together man.
There’s literally nothing good for you on social media these days.
It’s all AI goyslop anyways so you’re never going to miss out.
Here’s a test, would you let Mark Zuckerberg fuck your girl? If not then why the fuck are you using his platforms?
I know a few of you sick fucks would let it happen for clout, nasty zoomers.
And I don’t give a fuck if grandma uses facebook to see pictures of your dumbass kids.
That shit needs to die.
We covered food and social media, two things you desperately need to survive lol.
Why don’t we discuss music, or rather the lack thereof.
The ONLY time I’ll ever give the boomers credit for something: existing when real music was made. But that’s it!
It’s funny now that I think about it, music was pretty good up until the advent of social media. Man, the Zuck really is the biggest piece of shit human being on this planet, isn’t he.
I digress, don’t want to give that lizard too much attention as he gets his “back broken” by his “jiu-jitjew” coach.
If anything in the billboard 100, top 40, or any other top list, at the very least triggers even a flash of dopamine in your brain, then I can’t believe you even found my substack.
Truly, you deserve some type of award.
Because that is some of the most atrocious garbage to ever be created. To me, those songs are no different than scrolling on social media. It’s all filler filth.
Songs used to be made with instruments.
They contained stories within the lyrics that you would only fully understand after living life.
And they weren’t all written by a handful of songwriters hired by these record companies.
That bitch Sabrina Carpenter has all her shit written by the same people.
And then she sells out arenas by being a whore on stage. Fantastic!
If you haven’t killed yourself by now, I applaud you.
Because the solution to all of this is easy.
A lot of dumb fucks think that having taste means buying the most expensive of whatever the fuck is available.
This means you have no taste, ironically.
Taste means that you’re informed about a certain subject allowing you to make decisions based on your interests and knowledge of such subject.
“I wan’t this bottle cause it’s the most expensive!”
Hey dumb fuck, the most expensive bottle is a cabernet and were having linguine with clams, which goes perfect with a Chardonnay.
“I wan’t chipotle because tasty, yummy, spicy!”
Hey dumb fuck, the fry cook just took a shit and didn’t wash his hands.
“I’m on social media to connect with friends!”
Hey dumb fuck, theres billion-dollar algorithms designed to keep you interested in things you never gave a fuck about in the first place. And your friends hate you.
Hey dumb fuck,
Get informed, watch your taste levels rise, and gain back that much needed self-respect.
Just don’t be a dumb fuck! That’s it!
You should be operating with taste levels so high that it rubs people the wrong way, as it should.
Fuck them for eating from the trough.