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"This article is sad to me. It looks like the patrons are mainly women desperate for something that can never be found."

"Also: Those 'cute' little quail eggs come from the most brutal factory farm warehouses filled with small, suffering birds forced to live in filth and being driven insane in tiny crammed cages - and all this misery and abuse to feed an empty, futile lifestyle."

That's the top-rated comment on "'You can never have too many mimosas’: How brunch became the day-wrecking meal that America loves to hate" (WaPo). In the article, there is such contempt:

Brunch is its own kind of religion. Or at least a pagan ritual, practiced each Sunday by urban elites who are known to pound so many mimosas that it’s easy to imagine a nationwide shortage of André on the horizon.

Brunch is a lifestyle. And friends, it is also a lewk, and that lewk is off-the-shoulder and frilly, and it hobbles up the sidewalk in flesh-toned stilettos. Brunch wears coral-colored khakis and pocket squares tucked into baby-blue slim-fit blazers, or sometimes it rolls out of bed and throws on a cleanish T-shirt that says “Resting brunch face” or “You can’t brunch with us.”

All of this — but especially the mimosas and the loud and leisurely ways of brunchers — is why every Sunday, brunch cleaves us into Two Americas.

Urban elites? Can they be the new deplorables? I can see that these people — these women — are urban — though I don't see how what they are doing is different from women in the suburbs. Or is the geography just some sort of reverse Bible Belt?

“I don’t have time to get up at 7 or 8 to go to church. But I do have time to go to brunch,” confirmed Monica Zurita, 32, of Vienna.

Vienna. I figured that was the name of some Washington, D.C. suburb, and I was right. How ickily insular to just say "Vienna" like that. Vienna, Virginia is, apparently, one of those places where the people consider themselves "urban" when they are suburban and elite because they don't go to church. They do the theater of foodieism with crap food, and they daytime-drink bad champagne disguised by/disguising bad orange juice.

But are these women "desperate for something that can never be found"? They are at least making a show of the belief that whatever one might be looking for is not found in church. Maybe they think the meaning of life is what you see in the TV commercials — friends sitting around a table and talking and laughing. Is that an "empty, futile lifestyle"?

"Also: Those 'cute' little quail eggs come from the most brutal factory farm warehouses filled with small, suffering birds forced to live in filth and being driven insane in tiny crammed cages - and all this misery and abuse to feed an empty, futile lifestyle."

That's the top-rated comment on "'You can never have too many mimosas’: How brunch became the day-wrecking meal that America loves to hate" (WaPo). In the article, there is such contempt:

Brunch is its own kind of religion. Or at least a pagan ritual, practiced each Sunday by urban elites who are known to pound so many mimosas that it’s easy to imagine a nationwide shortage of André on the horizon.

Brunch is a lifestyle. And friends, it is also a lewk, and that lewk is off-the-shoulder and frilly, and it hobbles up the sidewalk in flesh-toned stilettos. Brunch wears coral-colored khakis and pocket squares tucked into baby-blue slim-fit blazers, or sometimes it rolls out of bed and throws on a cleanish T-shirt that says “Resting brunch face” or “You can’t brunch with us.”

All of this — but especially the mimosas and the loud and leisurely ways of brunchers — is why every Sunday, brunch cleaves us into Two

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Americas. Urban elites? Can they be the new deplorables? I can see that these people — these women — are urban — though I don't see how what they are doing is different from women in the suburbs. Or is the geography just some sort of reverse Bible Belt?

“I don’t have time to get up at 7 or 8 to go to church. But I do have time to go to brunch,” confirmed Monica Zurita, 32, of Vienna.

Vienna. I figured that was the name of some Washington, D.C. suburb, and I was right. How ickily insular to just say "Vienna" like that. Vienna, Virginia is, apparently, one of those places where the people consider themselves "urban" when they are suburban and elite because they don't go to church. They do the theater of foodieism with crap food, and they daytime-drink bad champagne disguised by/disguising bad orange juice.

But are these women "desperate for something that can never be found"? They are at least making a show of the belief that whatever one might be looking for is not found in church. Maybe they think the meaning of life is what you see in the TV commercials — friends sitting around a table and talking and laughing. Is that an "empty, futile lifestyle"?

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