Grocery shopping of any sort is not usually a format in my normal hustle I would willingly participate, but, I was trying to do wifey a solid. After work I picked her up and we drove to our normal spot, Whole Foods, formerly Bread & Circus (a.k.a Bread & Yuppie). I could tell wifey was pretty excited for me to be shotgun on a food sortie and she happily filled our lil’ mini-me cart as I deftly used rapid hand-eye coordination to navigate the sea of expensive grocery grubbin yuppies.
At one point I was making suggestions to wifey about additional items she should get and then I notice that oh SNAP! I’m actually getting active on this run. I try to gut check myself and keep my mouth shut while wifey continues to secure items on her very exclusive shopping list. All of a sudden i’m throwing out, “do you want some sushi for dinner?” Now, pause and rewind for a moment; I’ve only had sushi one other time in my life when my girl Rufus laid some down at a recent party that wifey and I hit.
Yeah!?! YEAH!!! came out wifeys mouth so quick I wasn’t even sure I had said anything. Next thing I know we’ve got groceries in hand, sushi on tap, and we’re at the checkout counter about the to run the debit on through. I’m looking around at all the heads in the place, seeing the BMW’s driving by the window outside (DAG, I roll with a beamer too…), and then it dawns on me that i’ve crossed over into yuppiedom. Is my whole format yuppie? I don’t know, but, the rest of em’ better guard yo grill! Theres a new buppie on the scene.
Mannnn I like how u put it down C…skillz yo,,,skillz!!!
MILK
Shit, I could have told you that you were destined for buppiedom ages ago. Except I see you taking it to a whole new level. Style, son. Style.
-beverageninja
Hahahah! I never thought about you this way. Awesome. Too great. Yeah, we’ve pushed back against yuppiedom for so long now that it’s tough to accept that we’ve become part of that culture.
Mmmm, sushi…
This post is right on, man, and underscores a difference between our set and what came before. Back in the day, especially around where I grew up, a man could pull down modest bank and still be pretty set up with a home, family, etc.
Nowadays, especially around here, we grasp the reality that you either gotta accumulate some nasty skills and be unafraid to use them, or you run the risk of getting straight jacked by the rest of society.
So we become dependent on heroism and large-scale planning, thinking bigger than the next guy. And for peeps who get down with egalitarian principles of wealth distribution, thinking too big can be as bad as thinking too small. How much should I give and when? A few bucks here are there is no big deal either way, but if we give too much too early we hamper our chances of blowing up big enough to become diesel philanthropists.
But the odds of making a billion and being in a position to found scholarships and shit are pretty remote. And let’s face it, we have glimpsed the future of luxury and it’s seductive as hell, not just in terms of creature comforts but in terms of access to unlimited amounts of interesting information. It’s not like we drive around in our BMWs doing coke off strippers like Wall St. in the 80s; we drive our BMWs to meet up with creative peeps with mad interesting shit to say on a variety of topics. So yeah, we’re greedy, but we’re greedy for the thrill of flexing our talent and learning more about people.
So if that makes a brutha hungry, he should grub on some sushi.