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February 26, 2024, 7:31 AM ET
On one of my first days at The New York Times, I went to an orientation with more than a dozen other new hires. We had to do an icebreaker: Pick a Starburst out of a jar and then answer a question. My Starburst was pink, I believe, and so I had to answer the pink prompt, which had me respond with my favorite sandwich. Russ & Daughters’ Super Heebster came to mind, but I figured mentioning a $19 sandwich wasn’t a great way to win new friends. So I blurted out, “The spicy chicken sandwich from Chick-fil-A,” and considered the ice broken.
The HR representative leading the orientation chided me: “We don’t do that here. They hate gay people.” People started snapping their fingers in acclamation. I hadn’t been thinking about the fact that Chick-fil-A was transgressive in liberal circles for its chairman’s opposition to gay marriage. “Not the politics, the chicken,” I quickly said, but it was too late. I sat down, ashamed.
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link to (paywalled) source: I Was a Heretic at The New York Times
Even if this was real, which it wasn't, mentioning a fancy and expensive sandwich is probably not gonna be a problem just as long as you talk about what you love about the sandwich rather than how expensive it is.
It's journalism anyways, people are gonna be used to having to hang out with rich assholes.
Also took a look at the article itself and he thinks doing right wing whataboutism and "this superficially sounds like this other thing" type shit was brave internal truthtelling at NYT.
Even when this guy makes shit up he still comes off like a dipshit.