I like mushrooms. You already know that because you read the title of this post, and if you are an avid reader of my Crock Pot Thursday series you know how much I love the hell out of those tasty little orbs. I like them raw, I like them sauteed, I like them cooked into recipes.
Many people hate mushrooms. My husband is one of those people, and because I love him more than I love mushrooms, I don’t eat them as much as I would like. That really has no bearing on the point I hope to make, but I like reminding him, and anyone who will listen, about the sacrifices I make for him. Hi, honey!
My husband thinks mushrooms are disgusting. His four siblings feel the same way. They scrunch up their faces in disgust when the topic of those nubs of deliciousness comes up, and they wonder why on earth anyone would want to eat fungus that comes out of the ground.
The fact that they dislike mushrooms has nothing to do with me. They don’t dislike me because I like mushrooms. I am not less worthy of love because I like mushrooms. When my husband goes on about how wrong it is to like mushrooms, I don’t take it personally. They are a fungus. They do look like tiny penises. They do have a distinct flavor, that while delicious to my super sophisticated palate, may not suit everyone.
My family members aren’t bullying me.
Opinions aren’t weapons.
People can dislike things and still be friends.
Why am I talking about mushrooms? Because if I used The Elf on the Shelf, The Duggar family, country music, gender-specific toys, Duck Dynasty, or any of the other topics that have come up recently that people love to fight about, many readers would have chosen a side after reading the title.
Whether or not to let your kids eat at McDonalds.
Whether or not shopping on Black Friday is ruining America.
Whether or not letting your kids play football is a form of child abuse.
I care what people like and don’t like. It is interesting to me to hear different opinions, to know what’s trending, or how my Facebook friends feel about current events and topics. When someone strongly dislikes, or even hates, something I like, I am curious, but very rarely offended. That is, unless you’re infringing on my rights, destroying my property, or picking on my children. That shit pisses me right off.
I truly don’t understand why people get so worked up over other people’s opinions. We all have different tastes – our cars, our clothing, the type people we choose to marry – so why is it outrageous that people make different choices in other areas, too? Do I wish everyone liked mushrooms? Sure I do, because it would mean more mushroomy foods in my life, but I’m not hating the mushroom-free set.
If you have strong opinions, you have a right to voice them. I do, too. We may not agree, but so what? You can be wrong, and still be my friend.