I understand that it’s not “normal” to be revolted by mayonnaise. But that didn’t stop me from groaning when I watched my roommate glop a spoonful into a bowl of tuna. God, I really don’t like tuna either. Rationally, I know that tuna with mayo is something that people eat, but I don’t want anything to do with it. My aversion to mayonnaise began when I worked at a coffee shop in high school. One of my duties as barista/sandwich maker was to “flip the deli.” That meant mixing all the fixings, which included a giant vat of mayonnaise that had been coagulating for hours. Did you know that it starts to get a brown crust on top when it’s “tired”? Argh! I can’t go on. My point being that all of us have strange repulsions. Click through to see what disturbs the other Frisky staffers.
This morning, I was getting my daily fancy coffee drink — an iced soy latte with a shot of vanilla, if you please — at a neighborhood shop called Cookie Road. The woman in front of me was well-dressed and European — she was discussing the status of the Dutch Kroener with the barista behind the counter, and nothing, at first, seemed amiss. And then I realized that she was barefoot. Like, stinking-feet-on-linoleum-tile-in-a-bakery barefoot. Gross on multiple levels. First, you’re in a cafe, where food is served. Second, you had to walk on city streets, covered in basically the urban equivalent of herpes. Not cool. So, that was a pretty nasty thing to see first thing in the morning.
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Yesterday morning, I woke up with a rather painful sore throat. I headed straight for the mirror and open my mouth as wide as I could, peering down my throat in search of swollen glands or major redness. Instead, I saw white bumps on what I assumed to be my tonsils. I headed straight for the internet to do a little self-diagnosis, thinking surely I had strep throat or some other incredibly annoying infection that would require a trip to the doctor. And while I might have an infection that requires a trip to the doctor, the point of this post is not my health and well-being. The point is to discuss a little thing I discovered while doing my research called “tonsil stones.” (Gross photo after the jump, FYI.) Keep reading »
I am so not OK with the baby onesies above, or any of the others BuzzFeed found for “douchebags in training.” [BuzzFeed] Keep reading »