I already expressed my devastation on Twitter and Facebook. But I am still haunted. And, I need to expand on the 250 characters I used to describe my immediate sadness. I was saddened when kate Spade committed suicide. I am just devastated at the fact that Anthony Bourdain killed himself this week as well.
I felt a special kinship with him although I never met him. He attended Vassar College way back when. He didn’t graduate. However, as a Vassar alumna myself, I felt that connection with him. He was a die-hard New Yorker. And New York is in my blood, heart and mind, now and forever. He wrote a fabulous book called Kitchen Confidential that I read cover to cover without stopping. His two television shows took me on journeys that I wanted to do on my own as well.
But I felt connected to him for other reasons. He was raw. He was open. He was colorful. He was vivid. He was broken. He was sad. He was thoughtful. He was hungry. He was joyous. He was a renegade chef. He was curious. He was open-minded. He was an explorer and encouraged us all to go on our own adventures throughout the world. He was unique in some ways. But he was also like everyone else. So many people are hungry, joyous and sad at the same time. And, it hurts to witness such pain wrapped up in momentary exhibitions of exuberance and hope. Last I looked, there were well over a million tweets about him and his suicide. People mourning and wondering “why, why, why?”
For someone like me who is a foodie and who has lived in 17 cities and looking forward to more, I end this piece with this follwoing quote from Bourdain.
“If I am an advocate for anything, it is to move. As far as you can, as much as you can. Across the ocean, or simply across the river. Walk in someone else’s shoes or at least eat their food. It’s a plus for everybody.”
Word, Anthony! May you finally be in peace.
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