I do not admire the elegance, the spirituality, the zen of the chopstick ritual. The fork is the ultimate culmination of food-grabbing technology: it is a chopstick with three smaller chopsticks at the end, and you do not have to learn a Crane-style digital kung fu gesture to use them.
Still, I also love sushi, and when I ask for a fork at a sushi restaurant, I am often treated by my friends like a chest-thumping, mouth-breathing pleb. To plunge those chopsticks through their contemptuous eyes! Instead, I blush, start stuttering and spend the entire meal choking down my own self-loathing. It often tastes like horseradish, seaweed, soy sauce and saki.
So I like these modern chopsticks designed by Lincoln Kayiwa. Even an uncouth moron like me can pick up food with them. They’re attractive. And if my friends still give me guff? The perfect eye gougers.