LUNCH MEAT AND LIBERALS: “David Brooks’ friend doesn’t need him to ‘sensitively’ take her somewhere she already knows while pondering on the social signifiers that keep her from being as enlightened as he is,” Charlie Martin writes. “What she needs is for him to pull his nose down far enough to say ‘it’s salami.’”

But if you’re David Brooks, is life worth living if you can’t feel superior to the plebes?

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