Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I loved it growing up. Then one day I looked at the ingredients and all of a sudden I couldn't not taste all the chemicals. Can't eat it now. Still love the whipped heavy cream in a can, like Land o Lakes. If it's not actually real cream I don't want to know!
These are two separate things (three if you count Reddi-Whip). I look forward to Cool Whip occasionally specifically for the chemical taste. I can't tell you the last time I had it, but it reminds me of pie after dinner on my grandparent's farm, and going out to the porch to get it from the deep freeze, and all those other memories. If that makes me vulgar and white trash, okay.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I think my biggest problem with all this is with the 'judging'.
I don't mind banter about preferences for toppings but this unseemly name-calling is too much. Why are people so insecure that they 'judge' others - and for the type of whipped topping they prefer, for goodness sake?
Honestly, I like them all. I serve them all. I eat them all.
And if someone else has the manners that allow them to think it is okay to call me 'vulgar' or 'middle class' or 'tacky' because I like one type as much as the other two well, then, ... well, I don't know. Except that it makes me feel sorry for the name-callers and judgers. I just can't live my life that way.
It is okay to state your preference. It is not okay to call someone names because you disagree with their preference.
We are not calling you "middle class". You are eating aerated corn syrup and hydrolysed corn oil. By choice. That isn't a question of taste. You are committing esthetic suicide. It is objectively disgusting. The good news is that your early death will probably come as a sweet release.
Anonymous wrote:I think my biggest problem with all this is with the 'judging'.
I don't mind banter about preferences for toppings but this unseemly name-calling is too much. Why are people so insecure that they 'judge' others - and for the type of whipped topping they prefer, for goodness sake?
Honestly, I like them all. I serve them all. I eat them all.
And if someone else has the manners that allow them to think it is okay to call me 'vulgar' or 'middle class' or 'tacky' because I like one type as much as the other two well, then, ... well, I don't know. Except that it makes me feel sorry for the name-callers and judgers. I just can't live my life that way.
It is okay to state your preference. It is not okay to call someone names because you disagree with their preference.
Anonymous wrote:It tastes of failure, of desperation, of shattered dreams and shuttered factories. It tastes like a teenage niece dropping out of school. A nephew addicted to OxyContin, an under educated father on disability unable to provide for his family. It tastes of turning to an egotistic conman in an attempt to change a status quo that has left you with nothing but shitty desserts, crappy jobs and a resentment of anyone with any vestigial class or taste.
Anonymous wrote:'Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Cool whip is fucking delicious. I wouldn't bring a dessert that incorporates it to someone else's house, mainly because of Society and My Wife. But I think you're all a bunch of faux aristocrat nitwits. I'd sit there munching my sea salt and caramel pomegranate quinoa whatever, secretly longing for a slab of chilled pumpkin pie from the grocery store with a quarter pound of cool whip on top.
You, I like.
Ah yeah baby yeah! Lol!
Anonymous wrote:I can't help it. The stuff repulses me and I question the capacity of anyone who eats it, let alone considers it's a good idea to put it in a treat for a party.
Anonymous wrote:It tastes of failure, of desperation, of shattered dreams and shuttered factories. It tastes like a teenage niece dropping out of school. A nephew addicted to OxyContin, an under educated father on disability unable to provide for his family. It tastes of turning to an egotistic conman in an attempt to change a status quo that has left you with nothing but shitty desserts, crappy jobs and a resentment of anyone with any vestigial class or taste.