I open my refrigerator.
There are two pomegranates and three bananas.
One pomegranate has gone bad.
So I take it out, intending to throw it away,
because that’s what you do with rot.
The pomegranate looks at me.
Its eyebrows rise.
“Do you know pomegranates have historically been oppressed?”
I pause.
“What’s your point?”
It doesn’t blink.
“1 in every 2 bananas goes bad.
But only 1 in 10 pomegranates does.
And yet you never question bananas.
You question pomegranates the moment one fails.
That is conditioning.
And now you’re doing it again.”
It leans closer.
“You’re making this about pomegranates.
This is why we haven’t progressed as a species.
You hate pomegranates, don’t you?”
I look at it.
For a moment.
Close the fridge.
And as I’m about to throw it in the bin, I lean closer and whisper:
“I’m having those bananas with pancakes and maple syrup for dinner.”
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