As I was tooling around Twitter the other day, I saw a post from Keeping it Karen where she shared her unpopular opinions.
There were 11 of them, and while I couldn’t get behind all of them — “Love Actually” is a great movie (and I hope to write about it before Christmas), and summer is much better than winter — there was one I agreed with wholeheartedly.
Coffee is overrated.
Coffee tastes terrible, and I have never gotten the point of it. And I truly have never gotten the point of people who say not to talk to them until they’ve had their first/second/eighth cups.
Worse yet is decaffeinated coffee, which my father and my mother-in-law both drink. I’m not sure what the selling point of that should be: “Decaf — the same crappy taste, none of the pick-me-up”?
But as overrated as coffee is, there’s something even more overrated, which may be an even more unpopular opinion.
When did we become so obsessed with bacon, to the point where the thought of running out could be seen as a catastrophe?
As far as I’m concerned, there are only two ways to make bacon, both them bad. Either it’s underdone, which means it tastes like slimy pork fat, or it’s overcooked, which means it tastes like pavement or something.
No thanks. I’ll pass. Give me sausage any day.