Bride Kidnappings

The shopping experience at the Nespresso boutique in Paris, or in any city across the world, is comparable to a mind-numbingly mass-market-high-design Apple Store extravaganza (except that you can't reserve online with a 'Genius Bar' at the Nespresso store). It's partly a chaotic game of waiting in the excessively long lines, and partly an espresso-themed high museum of art.

I just find it absurd that all these Europeans insist upon making their daily coffee in these excessively well-designed little machines that only function with these nipple-like metallic capsules in all the colors of the rainbow. It's very wasteful, and it epitomizes a fundamental flaw of many French people: they are obsessed with having everything (especially if it's food-related) 'just their way' and custom-made for them if possible. But at the same time they are hyper-critical of the 'wasteful, consumeristic, fat, un-eco-conscious Americans.'

So at the end of the day they are hypocrites drinking espresso and throwing tin capsules into the Seine River, while hoping to compensate for their political obscurity, by drinking coffee in their antique apartments out of extremely overpriced and mass-produced espresso machines, just like every other idiot-bourgeois Tom, Dick, and Harry in Hong Kong, Hawaii, or New Hampshire.