I'm Taking A Stand For Once In My LifeAmy Corbett Storch
If you spend any time poking around the other fabulous blogs here at Babble Voices, you MAY already be aware that there’s been a bit of a kerfluffle going on at Eating Over The Sink. That’s the blog written by the fabulously funny Samantha Bee Of OMG The Daily Show and Allana Harkin of OMG DINO DAN’S MOM.
(I am still trying to work up the nerve and email her on behalf of my star-struck children and ask for a photo of Dino Dan holding a HI NOAH & EZRA sign even though I know that’s super weird and creepy but it would like, make Noah’s entire life and oh crap, you don’t think she’ll read this, right? FLAWED PLAN IS FLAWED.)
Anyway, I usually prefer to stay out of Big Internet Debates, especially ones that have taken a turn for the ugly. I’m so thoroughly confrontation-averse that the impulse to stick my fingers in my ears while singing “Why Can’t We Be Friends” at top volume totally extends to blog and Twitter drama, for me. There’s a reason I was voted Most Likeable Mommyblogger by Babble and am not even ranked on the Most Controversial list. I am never going to be that kind of blogger and I am okay with that, so long as it means that nobody will yell at me about things.
But this time. THIS TIME. I simply cannot stay silent. The ridiculousness and misinformation and the conspiracy theories have frankly, gone too far for me. Enough, I say! Enough.
I am talking, of course, about the Great Banana Debate.
Samantha Bee hates bananas. Passionately, with the fire of a thousand ticked-off blog commenters. Allana loves them, defends them to the death. I’m sure you’ve been secretly wondering where I stand on the issue.
I totally hate bananas! I think they’re gross. They have a five-minute window of palatable between unripe and brown mush and the little strings unnerve me and they attract fruit flies and you can’t put the peels down our garbage disposal and I’m sorry if I’m offending anyone here but that’s just how I feel.
Whew. Deep breath. Whatever. Bananas are dumb.
My kids, on the other hand, love them and would eat them multiple times a day if I let them. But I don’t, because otherwise they get too constipated and stop pooping.
(What, you really thought I was gonna talk about the breastfeeding kerfluffle thing? Oh you. YOU’RE ADORABLE.)