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Why do they roll their eyes and look at each other whenever I get a little radishy?” Now to be fair, in some ways, I saw potatoes as the rulers of the universe back then.Plus, you’ll often discover that people you thought weren’t your type are actually incredibly interesting and they enrich your life in ways you couldn’t have predicted.When it comes to guys, lowering your standards is often a mistake, because most of the time it’s based on the false belief that you will somehow be MORE worshipped and adored by someone who’s extra lucky to have you. Sure, casting off long-held prejudices around looks and race is not just smart but powerful and life-changing.I thought perhaps my expectations (someone who looks at me and thinks, for even half a second, ) were too high because it takes time for such strong emotions to form. But all I learned is that I can talk myself into liking someone.And fuck, the guy I lowered my standards for didn’t even want to make out with me (I asked)!(To be fair, I wouldn’t want to make out with someone who lowered their standards for me, either.) The part of me that is beyond the kitten, that might actually just be a human mind-body complex, wonders, “Is there something wrong with me if no boy has loved me in a primordial, aching sort of way? ” Polly, at this point, I’ve lost faith in my ability to discern the diamonds from the junk; should I go back to trusting my gut or do I need to reevaluate?

“Why do these potatoes act like my bitterness and zing are a pain in the ass? “Who doesn’t love the almost-too-sharp taste of a Raphanus sativus? Why do they turn their eyes away from my bright-red color, and flinch like I’m not nearly potato-y enough?

Grandparents and French people have a hard time understanding the concept of a relationship’s gray area.

To them, you are either with someone or you are not.

And frankly, I myself was a little allergic to radishes! Radishes were much harder to get along with than potatoes. ” when I talked instead of averting their eyes at my non-potato-y ways, they also had so many radishy words coming out of their mouths that they weren’t very good listeners. It was so easy to piss them off, and they’d TELL you when they got pissed, unlike the potatoes! But mark my words: A radish cannot pretend among the potatoes forever.

Radishes wore their hearts on their sleeves, like I did when I was feeling weak, so as a result, they seemed weak to me. As a wise man once said, a radish who chases potatoes around and moves in with potatoes is an unhappy radish. Her advice column will appear here every Wednesday.