Donnie Darko. Anything by Stanley Kubrick. (Not a sosumi, but: I never understood the hatred Avatar got.) The Beatles. Oh, I like 'em well enough, but I'm talking about Beatles as Pinnacle of Modern Music. Just... no. They aren't even close. Everything Lana Del Rey. Arcade Fire. Bar-B-Que. It's a'ight; I don't hate eating it. But where I live, people have made some kind of fucking religion out of it, and I can't help but wonder how a sauce invented to mask the taste of rotting meat is now, somehow, considered to be culinary genius. Call of Duty/Battlefield X/Modern warfare simulators. For that matter: sports games. (I never did understand why people who like football that much don't just go outside and play it). Heck, while we're on this track: sports themselves. This includes the olympics. I just do not understand, and have not been convinced, that training for years and running really, really fast is a worthwhile accomplishment worthy of heaping piles of praise on someone. And the violent, us-vs-them warrior culture that the NFL promotes is just hideous and, I believe, the source of a lot of other long-standing problems we deal with all the time. Parks and Recreation. Everybody Loves Raymond. ... I think I'll stop here, I have somewhere to be.
I'm a New Orleans native. You're not wrong, but... at least there, there is a lot more to it. There, it's like you start with sugar and fat, but have to do a whole hell of a lot more to it before it passes muster. Usually, that "whole hell of a lot more" takes hours to days of careful and considerate shenanigans. Then again, I perhaps undersell how it is here. The sauce is surely just sugar and fat (and a bit of pepper), but the meat prep is insane. That's the twist: the sauce was invented for low-grade, not-keeping-well meat, but is now applied to intricately prepared and marinated top-shelf stuff. It's a strange paradigm that I've yet to get used to even after almost a decade.