The Guilt of Delivery

I don’t like ordering food when it’s snowing, raining, or ever really. It’s lazy, unhealthy (the not moving and the food part), and it makes me feel guilty. I can afford to order cookies and ice cream and get it delivered to my house and that just sounds absurd. Maybe it’s because I grew up in home situated in a fairly rural area, overseen by a mom who would never order such things. She would make them herself, damn it.

It’s also weird because I see how waiters and waitresses are sometimes treated poorly in restaurants, and that makes me feel guilty for taking the services of someone who probably isn’t working their dream job.

Or maybe they are, who am I to judge. This isn’t about me.

I’ve been thinking about this recently since I’m busier and thus, order food more often. And the smartphone makes the process of ordering things a whole lot more convenient. And now it’s happening to everything. Not only can you get pretty much anything delivered from Seamless or Instacart or whatever—you can also pay people to do pretty much anything for you with services like TaskRabbit.

Which leads me to this article, The Shut-In Economy. It illuminates something I was trying to get at… that it’s good my mom made stuff for us and didn’t rely on other people to make things for us.

The luxuries usually afforded to one-percenters now stretch to the urban upper-middle class, or so the technology industry cheers. But can you democratize the province of the rich without getting a new class acting, well, entitled? My parents made me put away the dishes not to “outsource” their workload — they could have done it faster. They did it so I wouldn’t turn out to be a brat.

After all, either you’re behind the door, receiving your dinner in the tower. Or you’re like the food delivery guy who, while checking in with the concierge, said, “This is my dream place to live.” He’s the opposite of a shut-in. He’s stuck outside, hustling.

Check out the article (posted on Medium, incidentally…).