Its whole deal is that it’s a “talaarawan ng isang Pilipinong nangangarap na may makasamang kumain.” It functions as a literal food log; the user takes pictures of their meal and always captions it, “Sana may kasama akong kumain.” The language is very familiar and informal, they’re always writing minute and not-so-trivial details about their day, and because of this, they actually feel like a friend.
They also classify things and people they deem good and worthy as “kasamang kumain” — one of them being Vico Sotto when he spoke out on the Regent 23, which means they’re not above using their account to inform and express their opinions on things that matter. Their reference pool extends from Mitski to Amelie, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Japanese Breakfast, Frank Ocean, Carly Rae Jepsen, MGMT, and the hidden line in The Strokes’ Razorblade, which they also consider kasamang kumain. They attended the premiere of Dead Kids, the country’s first Netflix Original. (I was also there, and now I’m wondering if we had somehow crossed paths. We both had a lemon bar.)
Just as Mimiyuuuh is making both high fashion and jologs culture accessible to audiences that aren’t necessarily the target demographic of each, @kasamangkumain’s appeal is that it’s got whatever it is the cool kids classify as good taste, but it’s earnest and no-pretense without taking itself too seriously — unafraid to also be “uncool” and vulnerable, especially in their open longing to just have someone to share a table with.
Young people feel more alone than ever before — and, strangely enough, it’s exactly the thing that’s bringing us together.
Its humor is in its lack of irony; you laugh because you’ve been there yourself, and it really be like that sometimes, shrug emoticon and all.
I’m no stranger to eating alone myself. I walk up to restaurants and say, “Table for one, please,” with practiced ease. I don’t go to an office every day, but I often have to be somewhere at varying times, which sometimes means breakfast before my parents have woken up, or having lunch at 3 p.m., or dinner at a 24-hour restaurant and trying to find another way home now that the MRT has stopped operating for the night. It definitely means snack breaks in lieu of actual meals when I’m trying to get a lot of writing done.
Eating alone is certainly not a new phenomenon — it’s just that the connections we’ve made online have given us an outlet, @kasamangkumain being one of them. Sometimes they’re written off as screaming into the void, but they’ve helped us become aware that these cases of loneliness are far from isolated. We rethink our own feelings about when solace gets to be too much, we view it from both the inside looking out, and the outside looking in.
We come to realize that we’re all lonely — which, strangely enough, therefore means that we’re not alone.