Like the headline says, I hate honeydew melon.
I can hear my all of my nieces reprimanding me as I type: “Hate is a bad word, Uncle Nancy.” Yes, they call me Uncle Nancy, but that is another story.
I’ve taught my nieces that hate is a bad word. But now I’m teaching them about exceptions. Disliking honeydews is a perfectly good example of when hate is an appropriate emotion. Don’t you feel hatred when you pay $7 for a fruit salad and it is 63% honeydew melon? I don’t care if it is grown in Texas, high in vitamin C, or has zero carbon footprints, it tastes like, well, nothing. Honeydew is to fruit what particle board is to Macassar ebony. If I had nothing to do, I would start an “I Hate Honeydew” Facebook page. But I have lots to do and I have to put this honeydew down the disposal before I can get back to work.
