Forced Fellowship and Fried Green Tomatoes: Seriously?
Right, because what Mississippi desperately needs is more manufactured connection fueled by lukewarm mashed potatoes and awkward silences. Apparently, a local establishment has decided the best way to solve societal division isnt through… I don’t know… actual conversation or addressing systemic issues, but by shoving strangers into a room and serving them platters of fried green tomatoes. A family-style meal with strangers. Groundbreaking.
Let’s be honest, this is peak performative altruism. Its the culinary equivalent of a participation trophy. Congratulations! You sat next to someone you didn’t choose and pretended to enjoy their stories about antique tractors! I can practically hear the marketing team patting themselves on the back.
And what profound understanding will be achieved here? Will simmering political disagreements magically evaporate over bowls of gravy? Will lifelong prejudices crumble under the weight of sweet tea? Please. Its far more likely someone will spill their dessert and spend the rest of the evening seething silently.
I’m sure itll be documented extensively on social media, hashtagged with something painfully earnest like CommunityBuilding or MississippiKindness. Just lovely. Ill stick to my own table, thank you very much, where I can avoid eye contact and eat in peace.
