To demonstrate the saying that “celebrity breeds celebrity”, an article is this weekend’s The New York Times demonstrates everything I hate about the phenomenon of food celebrity. Honestly, there’s hardly one of those people in the article I’d want to spend the afternoon with. I’ll admit I would love to do some kind of food-travel show–to combine my previous experience in TV production with my love of cuisine would be a dream come true. That said, I feel I’m too NPR for a Howard Stern world.
There are plenty of food shows on public broadcasting, for sure. They obviously never get to the level of celebrity or, frankly, INCOME that commercial TV does. But that’s really not the point, is it?
I could not look at people in the eye if I was producing some of the vile stuff mentioned in the article:
ultrathin patties of, really, meatloaf — beef, grated onion, garlic powder — that were bracketed by yellow American cheese and swaddled in heavily buttered slices of white bread
Plus my biggest challenge is that I generally despise am annoyed by the general public. That could be a problem for a celebrity, right? Of course, that sort of works for Anthony Bourdain. In some ways I’d want to be the “quit your whining and get in the kitchen” persona. The person who doesn’t tolerate fools gladly. The person who has little patience for the “I-don’t-have-time-that’s-too-hard” mantra. Give me a break. You have time for hours on the Internet or in front of the TV, but not 30 minutes to pull together a basic meal from scratch? PALeeze.