Hahaha, had to share this from The New York Observer:
“…New Yorkers’ water-cooler chitchat has changed. They used to talk about sex and politics and TV shows. Now they can’t stop yapping about what they’re shoving down their pie holes…”
Touché, Observer, touché.
You certainly wouldn’t catch Don Draper talkin about the succulent rock shrimp he cooked up for Birdie the other night, now would you?
Not so much.