Today’s “gimme a break” story comes from the New York Times: Women are making the “strategic” choice of ordering red meat (mainly steaks and burgers) on dinner dates in order make a statement about themselves and convey certain impressions that foods like chicken and salads won’t reinforce. Broadsheet’s all over this one.
I say, order what you like. If you’re a meat-eater, then get a filet; but if you’re not, don’t order something you don’t really want just for appearances. If the relationship goes anywhere, he’s going to find out you’re a vegetarian at some point anyway, and even if it doesn’t, you’re on better footing by being who you really are. And if it’s the first date, pay for your own meal so you’re not concerned about how much of your date’s money you’re spending (if you’re someone who would be concerned about that, anyway)…unless you’re having that date with a billionaire (tying back to last week’s “gimme a break” story) and the budget’s not really an issue.
Again, my head’s shaking, and there haven’t been any more earthquakes today.
