coke vs. pepsi
red vines vs. twizzlers
deniro vs. pacino
dogs vs. cats
coors lite vs. bud lite
moore vs. connery
elvis vs. beatles
ford vs. chevy
there’s really no way to be on the fence on any of these. you’re either one or the other, no halfway. the other choice is apathy for both, which, in my case, is celtics vs. lakers. i truly have no opinion.
but most of the above are very passionate decisions which, when combined, are very telling about the kind of people we are.
in my case:
i like coke. pepsi tastes like mule piss. when some waitress says, “is pepsi okay?” i’ll drink it, but i won’t be happy. luckily, most restaurants know better and serve coke – probably just to please me.
i realize most people think twizzlers are a wax flavored licorice, but fuck those people. twizzlers rock.
hands down, deniro. pacino never had a chance.
i’m a dog person. always have been. cats are all about their terms and it pisses me off. if i’m gonna pet you, you best be ready to let me and enjoy it. i don’t have time to argue with cats.
maybe it’s the colorado, john denver, rocky mountain spring water girl in me, but i’m coors lite all the way. i’ve tasted them side by side, and bud is awful. in all honesty, miller high life is magnificent, but between coors and bud, bud can eat it.
roger moore may not be as sexy as sean connery, but he’s the true bond to me. that really, really pisses people off. but i can’t help it.
i think this has a lot to do with who your parents grew up listening to. and though my mom listened to motown, there was not an elvis record in the house. there may not have been a beatles one in the house either, but i was raised a beatles girl. in fact, i had a fisher price record player with two 45s: tony orlando and dawn (tie a yellow ribbon on the a-side, and sweet gyspy rose on the b-side) and a beatles 45. not sure why a 6 year old got a 45 of helter skelter, but that’s what i listened to.
i’m borderline apathetic about this, but if i had to make a choice, it would be ford. i have no evidence to back up my choice. but that’s the joy of this blog. i don’t have to. like a rock, people.