I was having Fruit Loops for the first time in a long time
and I had one of those moments like in Swann’s Way Overture when he had a blast
of a memory. It was really strong of my grandma’s lake house up North because
she always had them in the mini cereal boxes I was obsessed with. It got me to thinking that I was truly
convinced that each color of Fruit Loop was a different flavor; purple was
grape and yellow was lemon and green was apple... I was so convinced that I
really tasted the difference. I really did. So what kinds of differences do we
still “taste” as adults? The distinction between races? Between men and women?
One day, will society "taste" everyone the same?
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