Let Me Rant: I Hate Sandwich Guys

“Look at this caesar-salad-bacony-bits-aioli-smeared-glory-hole-k-drop-steak-sammy.”

Last month I wrote a slightly unhinged rant about cinema etiquette, and, well, I really enjoyed it. So much of my work is heavy - male violence against women and girls, misogyny, health, toxic beauty culture, yada yada yada. So here’s another pretty shallow rant.

Every time I go online, a specific kind of guy - probably white, likely bearded, wearing a strange Carhartt and Rolex combo - bellows at me in a put-on deep voice to try a dripping, tin-foil-wrapped sandwich. “Look at this caesar-salad-bacony-bits-aioli-smeared-glory-hole-k-drop-steak-sammy,” they’ll say. Sometimes they’re making the sandwich, but more often than not, they’re eating it on a busy street corner, juice running down their chin.