I’m not sure if this trend piece in today’s New York Times was intended to spark a violent peasant uprising, but it should. It’s time for the torches and pitchforks, people.
Here’s how the piece in question begins…
Like other 5-year-olds, Erela Yashiv likes pizza and cupcakes and detests food that contains “green specks” of vegetables.
But her mother, Stephanie Johnson, 46, who lives in TriBeCa and runs a cosmetics-case and travel-accessories line, wanted her daughter to adopt a more refined and global palate, whether it’s a gluten-free kale salad or falafel made from organic chickpeas.
Oh dear. And it’s all downhill from there.
As working parents, she and her husband, Dan Yashiv, 42, a music producer, do not have time to prepare such fare. And their nanny, from Wisconsin, does not always know the difference between quinoa and couscous.
So they called marc&mark, a new nanny-consulting service, to teach their daughter’s nanny a thing or two. “We want to give Erela the advantage of having a palate diversified enough to enjoy all of the delicious food from around the world,” Ms. Johnson said.
I hope this Wisconsin-bred nanny is secretly feeding these people’s kid brats and beer when they’re not around. Ugh, rich people.
The piece provoked reader Julia Pizzi to ask, “How long until the NYT Fashion & Style section publishes an article about how rich people are literally wiping their assholes with twenties?”
Soon. You just know it’s coming.