Porn Food

Porn Food

As the days go by, more and more people are receptive to the Bad Bitches movement.  It’s been a while since somebody gave me shit about the name and the shock of the nude photos has worn off.  I can’t tell you how many times people stop me to tell me that they follow along and love what we do, which sometimes I really need. Everyone needs positive reinforcement to keep on pushing.  I’ve also had my fair share of hate mail, false gossip, and bizarre comments.  Anywhere from “I didn’t know Tilit made a maternity apron” to letters regarding my inappropriate toan and vulgarity (those people obviously had us confused with the Good Bitches).  In the days of social media people, you open your personal life up to the public.  For the Bad Bitches brand, there is power in social media by being able to get information across exactly the way you want it without have to run things through press.  I have found that the more vulnerable you make yourself the more you resonate with people.  But how much do people think they know about you just by following you on Instagram?  Apparently a lot.

While out for drinks with a friend the other night, I decided to spin her through a newly opened concept just to see the renovations before we headed to the next bar.  We walked through the restaurant checking out all the great light fixtures and saying hey to people we knew.  Then we headed to the bar to reward ourselves with a drink.  As we approached, a woman reached over and tapped me on the shoulder.  “Are you the Bad Bitches?”  she said “I follow you on Instagram.”  I thanked her for her support and for introducing herself.  The woman then said “Who do you have here?”.  When I looked confused by her question she then blurted out “You have to be sleeping with somebody here, I saw you put some of their food up on Instagram”.  For those of you who know me personally, you are well aware that I can’t control my facial expressions, so you can only imagine the look on my face.  I was in shock.  I explained to her that I had a meal at the restaurant, the dish was delicious, and our creative director was there with her camera and took a beautiful shot.  I went on to say how we should all be supporting each others food, especially those who are creating elevated cuisine.  To please myself, I managed to get in a quick witted and snide comment about the place being a meat shop. For those who don’t know me, I also have a little bit of a temper and very little self control when it comes to shit like this.  I am terrible at holding my tongue and kissing ass.

Why would this woman think that she had any business talking to me about my sex life?  Why would she deduct that because I posted about another chef’s food that there had to be an exchange of body fluids in the mix somewhere?  Was it my age?  My sex?  Maybe it is my approach to marketing that makes her think that I am opening myself up to it.  It’s not the first time something like this has happened, similar things have happened to me since I started back of house.  If I had a dollar for every time that somebody thought I was sleeping with one of my bosses, I would be self financing a restaurant by now.   

I could go on and on with stories like this one, but that would be beating a dead horse.  The real question is why is it that if I am being supported, support, or develop camaraderie with my male colleagues is sex always brought into the mix?  Not only is it brought into the mix, but people think that they have the right to know.  Women have to break through a glass ceiling, bridge the wage gap, and fight for equal opportunity, why should be also be subject to societies impression that they have the right to be involved in our sex lives?  What gives?  

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