Thursday, August 12, 2010
Women are Like Bananas (to Men)
The green banana. Ripe but still not in its prime. Hard to peel ... and once you have it's not as good as you imagined -- kind of funny tasting. Ultimately unfulfilling.
The yellow banana. Tastes like a banana should. Hits all the right taste buds, tells the stomach to pipe down. Can be consumed straight up or in any number of incarnations -- Nilla Wafer Pudding, anyone?
The brown(ish) banana. Worn-out, horrible aesthetic. Tossed around ... bruised. Mushy. Shriveled. Best chucked into a post-workout smoothie and forgotten. Sometimes tolerated but never chosen first. Old shoe.
(This post was based on a revelation by the author while doing battle with carts and cankles in the Walmart produce rows.)