Yes, I prefer French press coffee at home. Yes, it takes a little longer to make (unless you’re good at it, and for the record, I can have it made quicker than the last drip pot I owned), and yes, I do pay extra for locally roasted whole bean coffee. You know whose business it is? Mine. When I havent’ given anyone shit for the way they like their coffee (after all, I get coffee out a lot, and that’s not exactly French pressed) and in fact drink any coffee of any quality (camping, someone’s house, dive bars, etc.) that anyone offers me because I am in fact not a snob about coffee, I don’t deserve shit for the way I make mine. My choosing to make it a certain way when I’m at home is, again, my fucking business.
If someone thinks I’m stuck up because I make my coffee in a $12 thing I got at Ikea, maybe ya’ll have issues, not me. Seriously. When someone starts giving me shit just to give me shit when what they’re giving me shit about is not even a topic that’s come up, it’s textbook fucking projection or being a pain in the ass just to be one which is not nice and way meaner than anything I might say to defend myself. Does a French press evoke strong feelings? Too simple? Too French? Unreal that I’m willing to pay more for the coffee I like because I don’t pay for other luxuries like cable, cars, etc.?
I don’t give anyone shit for the things they spend money on that I don’t, and everyone I know spends money on things I don’t spend money on which is not a fucking sin and none of my business.
I’m tired of people projecting their bullshit onto me. Fucking tired of it.
o.o
Dude, Ms. Cralls, that coffee you brought me back from your trip to South America is yummy:)
CENTRAL AMERICA!
De nada. :)
Whenever I say, “Central,” I say, “Baltimore,” so I’ve weened myself at the expense of good geography.
Sounds like a good rally cry:
Some of my friends and co-workers think I’m weird because I like to hike, kayak, camp, etc. Just because I’m not out shopping at the mall every other day buying useless expensive crap or sitting on my ass watching every freakin’ reality show that the networks throw at us…I guess I’m weird. Yeah, well, that’s fine with me. I’m living my life the way I want to, and I’m happy. So, piss off!
Johnny, someday if I get to visit you, I hope you’ll make a pot of French press for me!
Absofreakinlutely!
I have a neat mug to send you that I’ve had sitting in my apartment for over a month because I haven’t had a chance to hit the PO lately. I’ll try to get there soon — this is WAY overdue. :)