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A San Francisco Girl's Down and Dirty Adventures in the Culinary Playground

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Power Trip

So every once in a while, I use the fabulous technology that my hubby's employer provides (and, let's face it, enables me to eat at all these restaurants 'cause actors don't make shit), and I do a search for "restaurant whore." Because I'm that self absorbed.

In the beginning the results didn't even include me. It was mostly things referring to the awesome author, Bret Easton Ellis (who named one of his characters "Restaurant Whore"), and things like "" and such. Then slowly I appeared and rose to the top of the search page as I got more and more readers.

I continued searching because I like to know what folks are saying about me. Before long there was me, the porn, and a bunch of places that mentioned this blog. And I got all peacock and shit about that.

But an interesting thing has happened in the past six months. When I do this search, I find the usual suspects, but I also find several people now referring to THEMSELVES as restaurant whores. At first, I was all "wait, that's MY shit, bitches!" But now...oh, but now...I've learned to look at it differently:

I've influenced the lexicon.

Fuck yeah.

It's not long before world domination, really. Bwahahahahahahahaha.


"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld


Blogger shuna fish lydon said...

But you will always be My Restaurant Whore and that's all that matters!

And I feel like we're family because I used to be the Pastry Wench.

Because the whole google as verb thing is only a few years new to me I still find it geekily interesting as to how people find me and good ol eggbeater. My favorite is when people try and google a sentence and every single word is searched for.

At least you haven't succomed to PC and become the Restaurant Sex Worker. Doesn't sound as good.

2/11/2006 10:30 PM  

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