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I don't know who you are or what you've done other than running, but I'm a flabby Oprah-loving housewife here, and I don't know/care who you are...Last week in my grocery store I saw on the shelf with the olive oils a tiny bottle of 'truffle oil'. If I bought that truffle oil and used a touch of it on my omelet, would that somehow debase all the Great French Chefs who sought out the elusive truffle with trained pigs, and cut up their mindbendingly expensive piece of fungus to decorate chunks of lobster in champagne sauce? Would one of the Great Chefs write an article for Salon crying into his stockpot about how all the flabby middle class swine are horning in on the expensive fungus market and it's just not so special anymore? Because I can buy truffle oil I somehow am affecting his life? BOO HOO! Bite me, Ed.
PS - a Kenyan will always win the marathon, Ed. Not an American, and especially not you.