I recently reviewed a book titled Who Cut the Cheese that prompted this posting. In the book, cheese is a metaphor for whatever you want out of life. I wondered about that. What if you just want some cheese? Cheese doesn’t have to represent success or money or fame. It’s just cheese.
Can’t life be that simple? I love cheese and I am not ashamed to admit it. Sorry to all of you lactose intolerant people. Try to be more accepting of us cheese lovers. Can’t we just get along?