Here’s something you fine, educated folk might not agree with.
Your opinion is wrong if you can’t back it up. Period. It’s not a bad opinion, it’s not a misinformed one, it’s wrong.
People try to act like their opinion matters all the damn time, but for some reason it pisses me off the most when people talk about food. Am I gonna sit here and argue that taste isn’t subjective? Of course not. There’s no way everyone is gonna like the same stuff, and they’re probably going to have decent reasons for the difference. Maybe you don’t like avocado because it’s slimy and mushy, or he thinks Snickers are better than Milky Ways because they have those commercials where Betty White yells at a small child or whatever. And that’s fine, as long as they have reasons at all.
But there’s some people who think opinions are asterisks instead of arguments, and that’s some bullshit. And you’ve definitely ran into one of these assholes before (or you are one of those assholes, in which case you should close this window and go read Reader’s Digest or whatever it is you simpletons like to shove into your eyeballs). The people who argue that the ice cream place on 3rd is THE best place, that no other joint in town has a better scoop and anyone who says otherwise is a blithering idiot. But as soon as you try to argue back and say that no, no, the place on 5th and Crenshaw is obviously way better because they have that awesome sea salt caramel flavor, they come back with a line that makes my very being itch with annoyance:
“Whoa, it’s just my opinion, man.”
NO. You don’t get a free pass because you suddenly decided to wave the white “opinion” flag. See, by calling that ice cream place or steak joint or whatever it may be the best thing ever, the best thing since the genesis of mankind, you’re implicitly calling every other place worse. By definition. You don’t get that shit for free; you have to explain why all those other places aren’t as good. And not only that, but you’re subject to criticism if your reasons suck.
I know this is a rant, like most of these intros are. But it’ll be relevant in a few lines, I promise. All I’m saying is that a lot of people think they get a free pass when they let the word “opinion” spill out of their stupid , malformed mouths, and I wanna make it clear that they’re wrong. Food’s too important to let people get away with that nonsense.
The reason I’m talking about all this in the first place because this week’s recipe has something that nearly everyone I know has one of these “opinions” about: gin. If there’s one thing on this earth people are just flat-out wrong about, it’s gin. It’s delicious and it’s magical, but people think that just because the one time they had it was mixed with grape powerade at a sorority mixer, it’s automatically garbage.
No, you’re garbage, gin-hater. And that’s why I’m showing you how to do it right.
—Fresh Beats, Fresh Eats