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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
Americans be like:
Oh yeah my favourite sandwich is the Chick-fil-A™ Spicy Pollo Surprise instead of just saying "spicy chicken sandwich"
???
Absolutely deranged.
"Waiter, could I please get some Hellmann's™ brand Real Mayonnaise and Grey Poupon™ brand Dijon mustard to go on my Tyson Foods® brand chicken sandwich and a glass of Minute Maid™ orange juice?"
Like you don't have to specify what chain your BLT comes from to give off the "I like bacon, lettuce and tomato together on bread" message across to someone.
Cyberpunk genre is not a parody, it is an observation of America
Brains broken by generations of corporate propaganda.