One of my favorite podcasts is Sorta Awesome.
It’s a weekly talk show in which at least two of the four co-hosts, who live in different parts of the USA, talk politely + intelligently about awesome things that they like. Things like: books, TV, family, relationships, travel, health, beauty, self-awareness, personalities, social media, blogs.
The episode that hooked me in this time was Episode #110 in which all four women shared their 3 “sorry / not sorry” [potentially unpopular] opinions. This was a conversation [with a digression into raw chicken that was priceless] that at times had me laughing so hard I feared that I’d pee my pants.
But I didn’t.
Grateful for what didn’t happen, and upon reflection, I decided that this Sorta Awesome “sorry / not sorry” topic would make for an interesting blog post. So without further ado, I give you the following…
MY 3 “SORRY / NOT SORRY” OPINIONS
I question the smarts of people who place flags in such a way as to have the flag pointing back toward the house, instead of having the flag point forward. It’s all about history and common sense, kids.
Flags are the colors + symbol that you follow as you’re going into battle: they show you the way. Therefore, you don’t point the flag back at yourself, because you might impale yourself on it as you move forward. That would make no sense.
So for the love of all that is good, fly the flag properly. Please.
I do not believe that curly/frizzy hair is a sign of improper grooming. Here’s a news flash: God gave some people curly/frizzy hair and it’s okay to let it be curly/frizzy.
Not everyone has stick straight hair [natural or forced] like the Kardashians or Melania Trump. No, some people, like me, have curly/frizzy hair that we keep clean, professionally cut– and wear in a style that is *gasp* natural.
Yep, that’s the truth. Deal with it.
I refuse to pretend that mochi balls are a tasty treat. I don’t care how deliciously on trend you think they are, how calorically perfect you think they are, how cleverly Japanese you think they are… I don’t like ’em.
They taste awful to me and have a miserable texture. But that is, of course, because I don’t like to eat blobs of fruity-tea-flavored melting ice cream wrapped in color-coordinated Play-Doh.
In a word, I’d describe mochi balls as: bleech.
You may or may not agree with what I’ve written above. It matters not to me, which is the whole point of this exercise in honesty.
I figure that by sharing, what I’d describe as rather benign, opinions on a variety of topics, I’ve opened up the blog comments to all of you, my gentle readers, to do the same.
Blogger see. Blogger do.
So… tell me a few of your “sorry / not sorry” opinions. I’d love to know.