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Monday, December 01, 2003 What's with Crunchies? I mean, really....? They are like Violet Crumbles. Only worse, right? Does anyone else agree? They seem to be made of the same stuff... honeycomb, milk chocolate... yet the Crunchie is the Violet Crumble's bad-tasting cousin. It's that relative that you don't really see until Christmas. It stays hidden away, while all the other, better-tasting, QUALITY chocolates have been devoured. At least in this household... How can this be? All you supposed food scientists / tasties, I ask a simple question. I wish for a simple answer..... That brings me to the point that 'taste' (or lack thereof) is not genetic. Mum loved Crunchies. I do not. My entire family LOVES tomato (in all forms). I do not - i tolerate it in a pasta sauce. In its raw form, I despise it. If I do eat it, to be polite when out as a guest at someone's house or what have you, my brother believes I have this thing called Tomato Face. It is a scrunching of the face in order to swallow something so vile and slimy (and mostly water actually!) to get through the foul taste.... Of course, I have never seen Tomato Face, as well... one can't see their own face when they are eating. I know of a few others out there (Zimon, Will) who, like I, have an aversion to raw tomato. Anyone else? In completely non related news, why is called a rasher of bacon? Does anyone else find this perplexing? WHAT THE HELL is a RASHER?! And a rasher of bacon is only for bacon, is it not? I have no clue what a piece of other meat is called.... measure words are quite odd, generally, aren't they (and I'm not even talking about collective nouns!!)? A ream of paper... I found this excellent blog from the front page of BLOGGER.com. It is entitled the.monkey.manifesto and I found it to be hilarious and very well written. The articles/entries/blogs about Metrosexuals (Mark Simspon defined) and Gaydar (The Prejudice behind Gaydar) were particularly good. If you don't know what a metrosexual is, it is (allegedly) defined as: The typical metrosexual is a young man with money to spend, living in or within easy reach of a metropolis -- because that's where all the best shops, clubs, gyms and hairdressers are. He might be officially gay, straight or bisexual, but this is utterly immaterial because he has clearly taken himself as his own love object and pleasure as his sexual preference. Particular professions, such as modeling, waiting tables, media, pop music and, nowadays, sport, seem to attract them but, truth be told, like male vanity products and herpes, they're pretty much everywhere. LOLOLOLOLOL 
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