January 16, 2015
When I was a child I said the sh** word. My mom didn't appreciate that and washed my mouth out with Ivory Soap, burning an indelible mark in my mind, and on my olfactory cells, too, obviously. Now, I can detect even one tiny molecule of cilantro, like a US DEA Drug Dog, and cannot enjoy lots of Mexican food. I do not break out in hives or anything, but I do recoil in a horror that someone is trying to KILL me. I have been told I'm crazy. I have been ridiculed by my spouse who says she's learned to like it. There is no learning to like a deadly poison.