At the risk of sounding like Michael Scott’s rendition of Rodney Dangerfield (“You know what don’t get no respect? Airplane food.”), I will not be commenting on the state of Pepperdine’s cafeteria cuisine.

What I will be commenting on, however, is the fact that such a great percentage of the student body is harder to please than Gordon Ramsey when it comes to burgers and fries.

But I do agree they have a real reason to be upset.

Survey the facts: there are really only five sources of limitless and edible food within walking distance of main campus, only one of which is open late at night.

Furthermore, it is not like there are entire staffs of people whose sole responsibility is to cater to our every culinary need. Otherwise, there would not be so many people complaining.

Here at Pepperdine, we struggle. There might be times where we have to wait a full twelve minutes for a meal. There is sometimes a rip in the tortilla, rendering one’s burrito tarnished beyond repair.

“Why can’t they get it right?” one person asks. “I should whine like a child and act like I’ve been somehow mistreated.”

Right you are, you master of the culinary arts. With everything that you have accomplished in this world, surely you deserve the food that somebody else made and your parents paid for.

Disregard the fact that the food found in La Brea is more diverse and of a higher quality than what Alexander the Great was served. Disregard the fact that it is better than 90 percent of colleges and Universities. You deserve better.

You are young, you are restless and you are hard to please. Surely you can find something to complain about while attending one of the most beautiful, most prestigious, and most student-focused schools in the country.

Materialism is key. Discontentment is a way of life.

Because according to Coca-Cola and Abercrombie, “happiness” and “contentment” are just clichés. There is a world of disappointment out there just waiting to be discovered: you just have to invent it.

Always remember the words of Gandhi, “Be the self-entitled 20-something that you want to see in the world.’”