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July 17, 2007

An open letter to John Mackey, CEO, Whole Foods

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Dear John,

Have I told you recently that I love Whole Foods? It’s true. I first discovered your store about eight years ago when I lived in Los Angeles. At the time, the concept of “organics” seemed suspect to a chick who subscribed heavily to a “better living through chemistry” philosophy. I didn’t see any reason to trade my Dorietos for a back-to-nature clone, and honestly, the life of the chicken who was about to become my dinner really didn’t concern me.

I admit, convenience was my main impetus for shopping at Whole Foods at first — your store was directly across the street from my apartment. But as I became a regular shopper, I realized that naturally produced food just tastes better. Moreover, it was tremendously easier for me to find food that fit my lifestyle and nutritional needs (an allergy to peanuts is the despair of my life). Shopping at your store helped me become a more health-conscious person, John.

Grocery shopping became something I looked forward to. And it wasn’t just because of the food, John, it was because of the entire shopping experience. Whole Foods smells better than the average grocery store, the clerks are friendlier, and the layout of the store is inviting and pretty. Now that I’m back to living in the Midwest, I drive 30 minutes out of my way every week just so I can shop at your store.

Although I won’t give you or your stores the entire credit for this –although y’all certainly did play a large part in it- my newfound interest in the food I eat lead me to a career as a writer in the culinary industry. I’ve even become a rather accomplished baker, a skill I hope to one day parlay into the opening of my own organic bakeshop. A staunch entrepreneur like yourself would applaud this, I hope.

That’s actually why I’m writing you this letter, John. Up until recently, I’ve had a tremendous amount of respect for you. I, too, believe strongly in the principals of a free market and support laissez-faire economic philosophy. I admire the way you opened Whole Foods during a time when there were practically no other supermarkets that proffered “natural” foods, and the fact that you’ve developed the store into a thriving national chain.

And despite being something of a corporate entity, I’ve always thought that you as CEO were accessible, slightly egotistical (that’s a compliment), and someone who genuinely believed in the causes his company supports. I have yet to find many other corporations that so thoroughly support small businesses, local growers, and environmental issues. For the past two years I’ve been trying to convince everyone I know to buy stock in Whole Foods. Had I any extra money (seems most of my cash flow goes into groceries these days), I’d buy your stock myself.

Your proposed takeover of Wild Oats intrigued me. I’ve never been one to shy away from blood-thirsty deals, although I have to say it’s never been entirely clear to me what your full intentions are. I somehow doubt it’s to increase the spread of organic goodness into more markets. My apologies if I’m wrong there, John.

I do think the FTC is targeting you unfairly, though. You certainly aren’t building a monopoly on the organic food industry any more than Barnes & Noble is on the book industry. And considering that Wal Mart is jumping on the organic bandwagon and offering their own line of organic products, even the masses will be able to afford to eat healthy.

It may sound as though I’m about to launch a David and Goliath attack-by-comparison, but that’s not my intention. I am something of a capitalist at heart, in addition to being a health conscious consumer with environmental concerns. In that respect, I believe you and I to be somewhat alike, John.

However (and this is a big however), you and I have one specific, glaring difference: I don’t put anything in writing that I wouldn’t want attached to my name. I admit, I do post comments on message boards from time to time, and yes, I do use a screen name. But as “OTE1” on Fangoria’s Fan Forum, I’m certainly not writing anything that’s going to ruffle anyone’s feathers (unless you happen to be an Eli Roth hater, in which case we’ll likely have a problem).

Really, you’ll have to forgive me if I’m sounding rather snarky here, but I just have to ask: what the hell were you thinking when you starting posting multiple disparaging (actually, downright mean) comments about Wild Oats, the very entity you are planning on acquiring, on various well-traversed web sites for the past several YEARS??? It doesn’t matter that you used a fake name (oh, and scrambling up the letters of your wife’s name? Not your most clever moment) – because really John, you should know that anonymity online is an illusion.

I’ve read your defense, that you enjoy stirring up debate and were playing devil’s advocate to a certain degree. Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy doing the very same thing. But really? There are certain forums and situations where that’s appropriate. As the CEO of a company like Whole Foods, whose reputation is based on a perceived higher level of ethics, I’m afraid I have to tell you that your venues for that sort of wacky college prank are limited. It’s tacky, it’s unprofessional, and you should have known better. Having been one of your biggest fans for nearly 10 years and sacrificed many paychecks (even while I was involuntarily unemployed) to Whole Foods, I gotta say, I’m not impressed.

Now, I’m certainly not going to stop shopping at Whole Foods, John, because I still believe you’ve created a wonderful chain with outstanding products. But since I really don’t like having people talk about me behind my back, should I ever open that bake shop – I don’t think I’ll ever solicit Whole Foods to carry my products. You understand, I’m sure.

Best,

Juliette Miranda

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July 10, 2007

Something to talk about

Author: admin

My misanthropy seems to be reaching new highs (or would that be lows?) these days. Even my guy has noticed it, although I doubt he likes to actually consider me a misanthrope. Which is how I prefer it, really. I typically try to play my general dislike of humanity off as a cute quirk than a character flaw. Unfortunately, it’s getting harder and harder to mask my colors, especially after reporting to my guy that I spent the majority of my sister’s wedding shower holed in a corner with multiple glasses of wine instead of getting to know my three soon-to-be sister-in-laws.

“Wow, you really are antisocial, aren’t you?” he said upon hearing this.

I laughed. “What, you’re just realizing this now?”

“No,” he replied. “But I am starting to see just how deep it runs.”

He doesn’t know the half of it.

But my not liking people (and that includes nearly the entire human race) is just the tip of a gigantic mountain of issues I’m experiencing with my sister’s wedding. It’s funny how nuptials don’t really equal bliss for anyone these days, which probably explains why the cornerstone of any decent wedding reception is alcohol.

I suppose I should be thankful that my sister is orchestrating what will likely go down as one of the most nontraditional (heterosexual) weddings on the planet. But even as such, it doesn’t lessen the twinge of being “sister of the bride.” I can’t quite decide what’s more humiliating: being introduced as “This is the sister of the bride, she’s got a great career,” or being chided for not doing my “job” as maid of honor and counting the number of ribbons my sister broke when opening her shower gifts. (Apparently, in some circles I have no intention of ever joining, the number of ribbons the bride breaks signifies the number of children she’ll have. Who comes up with this shit?)

I am, it seems, completely unfit to be a maid of honor. There’s probably an “Idiot’s Guide To…” that I could buy to explain my duties, but even if my role were all mapped out for me, I can’t say I have it in me to rally around anyone, let alone my sister, with the appropriate lace doilies, tiaras, and penis balloons that seem to accompany every other bride in her prenuptial parties. It’s hard enough to put on a happy face when confronted by throngs of women whose only question besides, “When do you think you sister will have children?” is “When do you think you’ll get married?”

My standard answer, “What’s the point, when living in sin is so satisfying?” isn’t so far from the truth. I suppose I could phrase my answer gentler than that, maybe throw in a, “I’m just waiting for the right time,” but that would only lead to more inappropriate questions I have no impetus to answer. Besides, I subscribe to the “Let’s give ‘em something to talk about” philosophy, so I find that the sideways glances and hushed whispers in my direction satisfy my snark greatly.

No one is interested in the truth anyway – they’re just looking to have someone cater to an antiquated notion that happiness can only be achieved through marriage and children. Weddings tend to harbor the delusional, I’m discovering.

Sadly, my own delusion –that I could stay out of all the planning and just be told where to stand on the big day- doesn’t seem to be playing out. Some strange genetic loyalty I have to my sister keeps getting in the way of my apathy. Consequently, I am entrenched in bickering between my sister and my mother, who have such wildly opposing ideas and methods that I’m afraid their only common ground is going to be a cemetery plot.

It’s hard to believe I’m from the same planet as these two. But when I hear my mother make suggestions like, “We don’t need chairs for the ceremony – we’ll just have everyone gather around,” [that’s 150 people gathering around, by the way] and my sister make plans to have two of her bridesmen [I am the only chick who will be standing up behind her] build her a Krispie Kreme wedding “cake,” I wonder if maybe I wasn’t the baby left on my parent’s door step by aliens, and not my sister as I’ve been telling her all these years.

In the end, I suppose all these crazy details work themselves out. At what expense remains to be seen. As for me, the rapidly-loosing-her-ability-to-be-nice sister of the bride and maid of horror/honor, I’ve recently purchased the dress I’ll wear to the wedding. My sister has been kind enough to allow me to wear what I please, so I’ve picked up a sexy-yet-elegant swishy little number. It’s black. That just seemed fitting.

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