I don’t like cilantro. I don’t hate cilantro. Everyone shouts that it’s a genetic thing, so apparently it’s not possible that I can have a distaste for a common food while also not thinking it tastes like soap.

Every time it comes up, somebody wants to feel smug and tell me “well you know…”. It’s the one food where if you don’t like it, it has to be a genetic thing. Maybe I can just not like how it tastes as much as others. Maybe I don’t mind it in salsa but don’t like it in my soup. Just because I don’t mind a finger in my butt doesn’t mean I want a dick in my mouth.