Life is all about choices.
Today, I got annoyed because I felt that some people I work with are choosing the wrong Kool-Aid flavor. The Kool-Aid reference is from the Jonestown Massacre, where the people believed in the cult so much that they drank the Kool-Aid laced with cyanide for their mass suicide.
The bottom line is that we all drink Kool-Aid in one flavor or another. We all believe in something – whether at work, in our food choices, our religious preferences or even the choice to not be religious. We can all find some proof or arguments to strengthen our choices.
Last night I went to dinner at Ruth’s Chris Steak House. Throughout the menu, with fairly astronomical prices, they boasted about their corn-fed beef. Really? What corn? The kind they grew in the movie King Corn? The kind that wasn’t edible to humans? And that they feed to cows? I cringed at the menu. Yes, I ordered some beef. It was the social experience that was more important, and one meal…is just one meal.
But still. Are we supposed to be impressed that it’s corn-fed beef?
Man, if the menu said Pasture-raised beef, I’d be standing in line to pay more for the meal, ready to support a business that is interested in moving our food supply away from CAFOs (Concentrated Animal Feeding Operations).
So the Kool-Aid flavor I ate last night was corn-fed, which is not the usual one that I choose.
The Kool-Aid flavor that someone at work annoyed me with today was “strawberry,” while I usually choose “grape.”
Everyone makes her own choice. I just hate when someone throws their flavor at me as though it’s the only choice.