Ano-Wreck-Xia

  1. Not to my taste preference. When you’re in a ward of teenagers who use condiments as curse words, the dining hall is like a mine factory. How do you defuse a bomb? I have no idea, but the way we learned to defuse ourselves was using neutral language. Nothing was ever “good” or “bad,” it was “to my taste preference,” or, the infinitely more memeable “not to my taste preference.” That phrase stayed in the dining hall for all of never. If anyone ever disliked anything, regardless of its edibility status, it was automatically “not to my taste preference.” Nurse Jen? Not to my taste preference. Meditation hour? Not to my taste preference. Having an eating disorder? Not to my taste preference.

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