This venting session has been a loooong time in coming. I’m always struck by my hatred for sushi at moments when it’s completely unacceptable to whip out one’s phone for an on-the-go blog post/tirade… So, this has been bottled up inside me for months. Years, even!
Let me begin.
Why is everyone obsessed with sushi? Once upon a time, sushi was this magical-sounding cuisine that I’d hear people brag about when they traveled the world or went to upscale Japanese restaurants. Now sushi is everywhere.
Every supermarket, corner store, and gas station has some rolled up seaweed concoction in a semi-refrigerated display case with glistening orange slime balls on top. Okay, I know those things are a delicacy, and it’s technically called fish roe or whatever, but seriously, ew.
I would just like to put it out there that I’m a fairly adventurous eater. When things get hot, I tend to cave early, but apart from spice, I’ll pretty much eat anything. I’ve tried frog legs and snails and snake and even kangaroo. And yet, nothing I’ve had is as utterly inedible and unappetizing to me as sushi.
Sushi seems to be the go-to meal for first dates. Men always throw it out there like it’s the most unique and
panty-dropping jaw-dropping dinner idea in the freakin’ history of the universe – like they’re sooooo classy and cool for proposing such an “adventurous” meal.
A guy will text a couple hours before you’re supposed to meet and be like “Hey, I’m looking forward to tonight. There’s a good sushi place by my apartment. Meet around 7?”
And you can’t say SUSHI SOUNDS HORRIBLE I’D RATHER EAT GRAVEL so you’re stuck giving some unenthusiastic reply like “ohhhh, sure 7 works.”
And this is why I hate dating.
I can’t stand up for myself. I can’t demand we go elsewhere even if it’s what I want so so so bad. I don’t want to offend the guy before we’ve even had a conversation so I just stay quiet and hope there’s teriyaki chicken on the menu. Or fried rice. Or literally any type of food that actually fits in my mouth, that I can eat with a fork, and that is served hot.
Maybe I hate sushi because it’s become a symbol of my inability to be my own person and voice my opinions.