So there I was flexing my coffee muscles with a co-worker discussing whose coffee is better . . . he had somebitter dark brewed winter blend and I had nicely balanced fresh ground appledumpling. Clearly, I had the superiorcup o’ joe.
Until he said, “that’s girlie coffee.”
Wait . . .what??
I never really thought about it, but I would assume thatcoffee was gender neutral. I mean, okay,you can have some hipster barista whip up a floofy concoction that could lean maybekinda towards the feminine. Maybe.
So, I asked him, “What would you define as ‘girlie’ coffee?”
He said, “you know, those flavored ones; hazelnut,vanilla. I want to taste coffee when I drink my coffee.”
Of course now I’m offended. Yes, I’m a girl . . . but, dammit, I like my golden French toast brew! And, now I have to worry weather or notsomeone will think I’m a frilly pretty-in-pink sorority chick just because ofmy coffee.
Thinking I might be able to snag him with the condiments headded to his java . . . you know, like,sugar, syrups . . . whipped cream. So, I asked him, “What’s your favoriteway to drink coffee.”
Him, “I love a good Latte`”
Him . . . snagged!
“Oh, yeah and that’s not girlie”, says I.
“I’m French. Of course I like latte.”
French . . .
. . . man . . .
. . . latte.
If I asked for a cup of coffee, someone would search for the double meaning.