coffee has an interesting way of showing up in our cultural conversation. an exCerpt, of coffee and its collective appearance as a character in the everyday.
“Adler heads for the acerbic media writer Michael Wolff, who is hosting us tonight in his surprisingly grand East Village apartment, and who profiled her kindly during “a troubled time”—thirteen years ago, when virtually no other writer in New York would have invited the former party fixture out for so much as a cup of coffee.”
I immediately think of coffee and class. I then think of coffee as a signifier of privilege. I then think of the history of coffee; its origin of being a ritual among women in the home in Ethiopia, a centerpiece for business exchange in Yemen, a gift via the Dutch to France and a long way hence, to our modern times, where its an event. Ok, so yes, I recently took an origin class at Counter Culture which is responsible for a lot of coffee history being present on my mind.
Nonetheless, to imagine coffee – irrespective of its cost along its journey from origin to first world – with its relatively minimal price tag for American consumers – not being offered via a social invitation to another, because they’ve fallen from some kind of social grace is quite beyond of a thought for me. Yet, even more beyond, is that a cup of coffee can convey that kind of social power.
Befuddling, isn’t it? – cde