Today I am sitting in the jury assembly room just after our orientation had concluded and the two women behind me start talking. I can’t help but overhear what they’re talking about because one of them was very sincere and very loud and very into what she was saying. This is what she said:
“I told my daughter that she is like a beautiful cake. Every year my husband and I, we add roses and frosting swirls to the cake. One day, the cake will be done and we will give that cake to her husband and his family. I told her that letting a boy near her is like letting someone take a fingerful of her cake. What nice boy is going to want fingered cake?”
I had to go to the bathroom to laugh. And laugh. And laugh some more.
Personally, I am an advocate of safe, consensual cake. I am of the opinion that as you go on in life, trying out different kinds of cake so that you really get a sense of your preferences is not a bad idea. Because you never know until you try some cake, what you are going to like. You might like vanilla. You might not. You might like Stuff with your cake. Ganache. Fondant. Jam. How can you know if you never ever have cake? There’s a whole world of cake out there.
Practice safer cake, yes, use reason, use judgement, be smart and don’t be an asshat about it, but dammit, CAKE IS OK.
CAKE IS NOT BAD.
I will never ever be able to un-hear the phrase “fingered cake.” Ever. In my life.
I am pro ownership of one’s own cake and all that entails.