one of the first moments when i really understood how much [my boyfriend’s teenage daughter] Greta’s tastes differ from mine was when she told me that she hated pineapple. not just that she “wasn’t a big fan,” mind you, but that she hated it. she scrunched up her face and frowned with such repulsion that i wondered whether her parents had used a pineapple as a torture device on her as a child, perhaps as punishment for some bratty thing she once did which has long been repressed from everyone’s memory.
my secret pineapple experiment
my secret pineapple experiment
my secret pineapple experiment
one of the first moments when i really understood how much [my boyfriend’s teenage daughter] Greta’s tastes differ from mine was when she told me that she hated pineapple. not just that she “wasn’t a big fan,” mind you, but that she hated it. she scrunched up her face and frowned with such repulsion that i wondered whether her parents had used a pineapple as a torture device on her as a child, perhaps as punishment for some bratty thing she once did which has long been repressed from everyone’s memory.