Eating is an Ethical Act: How Elite Foodism Muddles the Ethics of Eating

After reading a number of articles lately arguing that we should leave morality out of eating (such as this one), I decided to draft a response to them. (How do leave morality out of an act that currently requires the killing of billions of sentient, emotionally aware animals who do not want to die?) As I wrote, it occurred to me that I had drafted a comparable response a year ago, in the, responding to a similar topic. I may add more to this emerging I can eat-what-I-want argument soon, but for now, here’s the piece (with cosmetic alterations):  

B.R. Myers’s much-discussed condemnation of foodies and the writers who enable them is, in many ways, a masterpiece of invective. Globe-trotting gourmets, sanctimonious Slow Foodsters, and gonzo adventure eaters all come in for their share of Myers’s signature drubbing. Critics of the piece have chided him for cherry-picking examples in order to caricature the food movement. This seems like a fair enough assessment. But the point of a polemic isn’t to be balanced. It’s to provoke thoughts, spark discussion, and, in some cases, even strengthen the movement it’s criticizing. It’s in this spirit—the spirit of continuing a dialogue—that I leap into this scrum.

Myers says so many things that I so fully agree with that I initially thought I’d just watch the debate from the sidelines. But then I got a notice from Edible Austin and a local art museum about an upcoming performance piece called “Digestible Beats.” On the evening of April 26 an artist and “composer/musician” nicknamed “Butcher Bear” will evidently join forces to “transform the sounds of a meal prepared by Eastside Showroom’s chef . . . into a feast for the senses.” The promotional ad promises that viewers will “experience cooking and dining at an urban farm as a live sound mosaic.”

live sound mosaic? Wah? I don’t doubt that this will be a very hip event. But it’s also a perfect, if perfectly annoying, example of how foodie culture so often takes what’s common—food—and transforms it into something inaccessible—in this case, a meal that you are supposed to hear. As the French philosopher Pierre Bourdieu argued in his book Distinction, it’s precisely this kind of shoring up of “cultural capital” that empowers an elite social class to retreat into privileged insularity. The fact that foodies so often construct their pursuit of rarified taste to be an environmentally and socially responsible act only intensifies the ugly paradox at the core of the movement. Essentially the message sustainable foodies end up of delivering goes something like this: Only a few can eat the way we eat, but the way we eat is the best way to achieve social and environmental justice. Join us if you can. If you can’t, that’s too bad for you, because we’re eating extremely well and, in so doing, saving the earth. 

This exclusive insularity—combined with the shamelessly uncritical glorification of foodie issues in the foodie media—leads its tastemakers to overlook a humbling reality: for most people food is just food. Just food. It’s not religion or politics or environmentalism or fashion or travel or art or sex or anything particularly substantial beyond itself. Most omnivores don’t have a dilemma. Most eaters just want a decent lunch. In failing to appreciate this broader context of indifference, “foodies” come off as a rarified club out of touch with the true world of food while working under the impression that they’re revolutionizing it for us from within.

An older genre of food writing carefully avoided this pitfall. The writings of Jim Harrison, Calvin Trillin, and the late A.J. Liebling tend to do something today’s foodie-writers rarely do: they celebrate gluttony as gluttony rather than twist it into a pretext for social and environmental justice (much less sound mosaics or television shows). These writers steer clear of the underlying ethical issues of food and agriculture because, given their dogged pursuit of sensual gratification, they’re likely aware that it’s impossible to be both slave to the palate and mother to the earth. They wear their salivations on their sleeves, tilt back their privileged gullets, and eat high on the hog without apology. Any concerns they might have about the sustainability of their behavior is left for others to ponder. I don’t particularly care for their message. But I admire their honesty (and envy their literary skill).

In contrast, today’s foodies choose to casually invest their quest for flavor with moral transcendence. They also fail to confront the very real possibility that one simply cannot eat ethically and, at the same time, fetishize taste. To really eat ethically more often than not means to avoid the primacy and exclusivity of taste. It means to forgo foods usually associated with “fine dining”—rich cheeses, meat, luscious desserts, and seafood dished out in fancy restaurants—in exchange for (as Mark Bittman’s work quietly reiterates) a humble bowl of beans, greens, and whole grains cooked up at home (with the leftovers eaten all week for lunch). It means, in essence, embracing sacrifice, even asceticism. Any committed vegan will have some sense of what this entails.

Although culinary abstinence might sound downright depressing, if not sanctimonious in its own way, it’s actually profoundly empowering. The discipline that permanent dietary sacrifice requires removes agency from the producers of our food and places it directly in the hands of the consumer. It is thus, at its core, activism. But foodies want none of it. Sacrifice isn’t their dish. They carry forth under the impression that they can consistently have their local grass-fed beef, line-caught tuna, charcuterie cured in a special cave guarded by a troll. And they never—and I mean never—ask the critical Kantian question: what if everyone in the world consumed these supposedly sustainable alternatives to conventional food? What if their supposedly sustainable and socially just diets were universalized? The answer is that, with the exclusive turned universal, there’d be environmental hell to pay.

Myers’s critics have responded to his attacks on foodie-style gluttony by saying that sustainable food is about moderation. But “moderation” according to what standard? We live in a world in which, every evening, thousands of people go to restaurants and practice some version of “moderation” by purchasing “sustainably” raised this-or-that at prices that could feed a poor village in Africa for months. How moderate is a free-range cut of pork or a grass-fed side of beef when one compares the resources required to produce such food against the resources required to grow fruits, vegetables, and whole grains? My sense is that this calculation would yield not moderation, but embarrassing extravagance.

Imagine a less insular, less local-obsessed, and less indulgent food movement. It could do wonders to help address one of the most daunting global food problems humanity has ever faced: the impending transition of the developing world to the meat-and-dairy based diet found in the developed world. It could, in essence, seek to create a global food system that supports a diet based on plants, health, and accessibility rather than one driven by meat, taste, and exclusivity.

To be sure, the sustainable food movement, as it exists now, does have one significant advantage. It offers a hands-on way for us to invest meaning in our wealthy, urban, progressive communities. It is a symbolic form of environmentalism brought into the kitchen, the yard, the neighborhood, the city farmers’ market, and the soil of the surrounding countryside. But a food movement truly committed to environmental and social justice would be seeking something much broader, much less elitist, much more just, and much less self-referential.


About James McWilliams
I'm a historian and writer based in Austin, Texas. This blog is dedicated to exploring the ethics of eating animals and animal-based products.

One Response to Eating is an Ethical Act: How Elite Foodism Muddles the Ethics of Eating

  1. CQ says:

    The moralisms of the indulgent foodie elitists have nothing in common with the simple morality of saying “no” to killing animals unnecessarily for our food.

    Your last word, “self-referential,” reminds me of how those who defend their carnist eating habits NEVER talk about the precious animals’ feelings. They ONLY talk about their OWN precious feelings.

    Pseudo-environmentalists want praise, and flinch at being reproached. They insist that blogs like this one treat them unjustly. They ask for just, merciful treatment, which is undeserved. Yet justice and mercy are precisely what they refuse to accord their fellows, the creatures.

    It’s a bit like the parable of the unforgiving servant. In this tale (Matthew 18:21-35), the servant cannot repay a debt to the king and begs to be treated mercifully. The king kindly agrees to forgive the debt. But when a fellow servant asks that servant to forgive a debt, the lender grabs him, chokes him and demands his money back. Of course, the animals don’t need to ask for favors or repay debts. They have done no wrong. They owe us nothing. That the narcissist foodies are without pity for them is the true pity.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: