But it's rewarding. Not just because insurance adjustment is a great field; sometimes it's the side bennies.
Like I spent nearly a whole day investigating pizza - this is kind of a self-own already if you've seen my scale numbers lately. It's great that this whole west coast 'do whatever the fuck you want who cares' ethos means getting to build your own pie, that's great. In fact it's the only thing keeping these poor benighted souls going I'd say.
Golden mean thinking is pretty much a dead end. But I think there is a happy medium in the anglosphere, if you take Prospect as one pole and London as the other. One side just has too much shit going on, too many attempts to crowbar open acceptable food preparation and then dump everything you've ever seen, heard of, or read about on some shitty foodie blog. And on the other side you've got the grim remnants of rationing and just a national disposition towards misery.
So naturally the best place to find equilibrium is somewhere on the rust belt. What a coincidence. Then there's outliers like Chicago and the horrifying shit they've done to simple, plain garbage food in a desperate bid for some kind of identity.
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