Meat, Red (Two Types)

MY kinda gal!

MARTHA FLACH mentioned meat twice in her Match.com profile: “I love architecture, The New Yorker, dogs ... steak for two and the Sunday puzzle.”

She was seeking, she added, “a smart, funny, kind man who owns a suit (but isn’t one) ... and loves red wine and a big steak.”

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Red meat sent a message that she was “unpretentious and down to earth and unneurotic,” she said, “that I’m not obsessed with my weight even though I’m thin, and I don’t have any food issues.” She added, “In terms of the burgers, it said I’m a cheap date, low maintenance.”

Salad, it seems, is out. Gusto, medium rare, is in.

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In fact, red meat on a date has become such an effective statement of self-acceptance that even a vegetarian like Sloane Crosley, a publicist at Random House, sometimes longs to order a burger.

“Being a vegetarian puts you at a disadvantage,” Ms. Crosley said. “You’re in the most basic category of finicky. Even women who order chicken, it isn’t enough.” She said she has thought of ordering shots of Jägermeister, famous for its frat boy associations, to prove that she is “a guy’s girl.”

“Everyone wants to be the girl who drinks the beer and eats the steak and looks like Kate Hudson,” Ms. Crosley, 28, said.

Word, Ms. Crosley!

Stephen Green, the Vodkapundit, had a similar message on August 1^st, to wit:

Something needs to be said: Meat is sexy.

It needs to be repeated: Meat is sexy. It needs to be drilled into the minds of our children: Meat is sexy. It needs to be printed on placards and on billboards of half-naked women draped in furs: Meat is sexy.

I dunno who followed whom, but both individuals are on-target, in my book. I suppose I could have a satisfactory relationship with a vegan woman, but I kinda doubt it…unless it was someone like Sloane Crosley, who obviously gets it. Most vegans, in my limited experience, seem to be a lot like most ex-smokers…they want to convert you. I understand the risks of painting a class of people with broad brush strokes, but…it is what it is. After all, a lot of those “Meat is Murder” tee shirts are being bought and sold. And I’m not talking about these.

Today’s Pics: Plane pr0n of a completely different sort. I grabbed an opportunity during my travels hither and yon to stop alongside of the road and watch a crop duster at work…and to take pictures, obviously.

These guys have always fascinated me in that they do some spectacular flying, and it’s generally out of the general public’s sight. A lot of crop dusters work with a spotter, an individual who is on the ground and usually carries a large flag. The spotter assists the pilot in determining how to line up for his next pass over a field, given that fields are large and applying the chemicals effectively and appropriately takes multiple passes. I had an interesting conversation with this particular duster’s spotter while I took these pictures…the distaff side of a husband and wife team who have been “in the business” for over 20 years. Most illuminating, it was.

Somewhere in the Heartland. May 15, 2000.