We now know more about how President Donald Trump eats his steak (well done, with ketchup*), than we do about Barack Obama's college transcripts or Trump's tax returns. And for some reason, multiple outlets have dedicated pieces to mock the president for his rather unusual preference in steak preparation.
last night, President Trump reportedly ate a well-done steak with ketchup. https://t.co/zJzu6xUE9L pic.twitter.com/wnmpge2IJH
— Colin Campbell (@colincampbell) February 26, 2017
Donald Trump eats his expensive steak well done with ketchup, like a damn child https://t.co/bpypaorXUG pic.twitter.com/ajdqcsZ0eJ
— Jezebel (@Jezebel) February 27, 2017
President Trump orders his steak well done with ketchup https://t.co/yO323LEqX3
— The A.V. Club (@TheAVClub) February 27, 2017
Journalism today is essentially legalized prostitution. #Steak #Trump #Shills #Hacks pic.twitter.com/ierB60ZZ5V
— Murad Gazdiev (@MuradGazdiev) February 27, 2017
Of course Donald Trump puts ketchup on his steak https://t.co/xj92jFEtR8 pic.twitter.com/l2wZYqNdGW
— Eater (@Eater) February 27, 2017
Etc., etc.
First off...who actually cares? If someone wants their steak to resemble shoe leather, they have the power to do that. It also doesn't make this into actual news worthy of coverage. He's the president of the United States, not a food critic or cookbook author. Is it weird to eat a steak well-done with ketchup? Uh, yeah. Immensely so. But just...why are so many people writing about it?
Granted, this is not the first time the internet has come together to laugh at a politician making a weird choice when it comes to food. Still, this doesn't mean anything about the president's personality, life choices, or governing style. He's not a "child" for doing this and it's pushing it at best to call him so. Heck, this is the same media that threw a tantrum when Trump went off with his family to enjoy dinner together back in November. It's madness.
It's going to be a weird four years, isn't it?
*This is unquestionably a crime against an innocent piece of beef, but I'm not going to write a post about it because, well, come on.