Editorial

How I view vegetable (broccolis, more specifically) is shaped entirely by that one episode of The PowerPuff Girls where a group of evil broccoli aliens launched Armageddon on the people of Townsville. The cavalry wreaked havoc with their carrot steeds and were armed with carrot guns. That distorted image of broccolis is still firmly set in my head. Though, I have learned to tolerate the taste, I haven't made peace with it. Broccolis can be fried, mixed with other vegetables or processed through a machine that makes it taste good, and it still cannot be redeemed.

The personification of broccolis is the only propaganda I firmly believe in and this is the hill I will die on.

This is also my first editorial for SHOUT and I have spent far too long trying to make this interesting. I hope my next piece sounds less paranoid and is more profound.