In a Washington Post editorial, Princeton’s Peter Singer helpfully reminds us that the money spent on Batkid in San Francisco last month could’ve more efficiently been used saving or bettering the lives of dozens, if not hundreds of people through the efforts of nonprofit organizations operating around the world.
Clearly. I don’t think anyone had argued that making 5-year-old leukemia patient Miles Scott’s day was the most efficient, mathematically optimized use of money. But Singer skims over the fact that our spending as members of a wealthy industrialized nation spans the entire spectrum of utility. Did I need that slightly upgraded television with an extra HDMI input? How about that new Montblanc pen? Or the millions of Xbox Ones and PlayStation 4s sold in the past several weeks? What if we’d all went to a slightly less expensive place for dinner last night?
Indeed, on that scale, Batkid’s Make-A-Wish outlay was money well spent: it brought a major city together in a way that little else could, put a spotlight on leukemia research, and mesmerized a weary nation in perpetual need of good news.
One piece of good news? Anyone?
New York can’t let this pizza thing go, showing its crippling insecurity in the “debate” yet again by calling on a bunch of B- and C-list celebrities to prop up its giant, floppy sheets of dough that sit out on a counter until you ask for them to be reheated at the time of purchase by a shady man who hides his “C” health code grade behind the counter.
In reality, there is no debate. Chicago pizza is mathematically, objectively superior. It ends here, with this post.
It’s unclear why New York is fighting so hard, rather pathetically, to be known for convenience store-style gruel.
There will be no further argument. Any response to this post suggesting that Chicago pizza is not better than New York pizza is a revealing of your own deficiency in understanding culinary science, culture, and — to be blunt — good taste.
If you disagree, you, and your logical fallacy of an opinion, are irrelevant.
Coincidentally, New Yorkers, you have a stereotypical image of Chicago pizza that is not accurate. You frequently use photos of Giordano’s; most Chicago pizza looks nothing that. You wouldn’t know, because in the off chance you’ve ever left the tri-state area and visited a “flyover state” such as mine, you wouldn’t have ventured away from Michigan Avenue, which means the touristy Giordano’s on Rush would be the only experience with Chicago pizza you’ve ever had.
But it doesn’t matter, nor does your opinion. This “debate” — which was never actually up for debate in the first place — is over.
3. Led Zeppelin
I never get tired of looking at (or hearing) P-51s. Here’s “Little Horse,” a P-51D on the tarmac at AirVenture this year.