“Sushi, sushi, and more sushi. What is my life?”
Allen bemoaned slash joked, channeling hard a certain star of that show Laguna Beach. You see, Allen had this uncanny knack for spot-on Lauren Conrad impressions (cute, right?). Depictions of the OC in quality television programming such as The Hills were like religion to him, a powerful tool for uniting white women and gay men through shared afflictions like uncontrollable sushi binges.
These binges do tend to get out of hand. Riding the sushi tsunami to shore means omakase-ing and boba-ing your ass off for as many meals as you can stomach. Normal? In the moment, nothing feels more right. The only drawback: sushinamis may smack of white privilege? After all, too much of anything can end up reeking like the three-day houseguest that Benjamin Franklin so despised.
In hyper-sushi style, here’s a good Japanese pop compilation from the turn of the millennium. Check out Sushi 4004.