Bruh, I think you’re thinking too deep into this. Some people don’t like the flavor profile of pineapple. It likely started as a teasing joke to their friends when they were young and didn’t know comedy:
“Eeeewwww pineapple on pizza?! Gross! 😂”
And then the joke just kinda blew up from there because enough people agreed on it.
Then you become an adult and realize people just genuinely like different things. I hate pineapple in general, so I don’t get it on my pizza. My husband loves Hawaiian pizza.
I love anchovies, and he can’t stand them. He says the “juice” affects the rest of the pizza even when I only get it on my half.
We order 2 different pizzas and everyone is happy.
I don’t think either of us (or anyone who still pretends to be shocked that pineapple on pizza is a thing) is “gatekeeping pizza” or shaming poor people from tryna eat whatever they have. It is legit on the same level as. “OMG you use APPLE?!?!? I COULD NEVER!”.
Baltimore, Maryland has a gigantic green space (second biggest woodland park in the United States according to Wikipedia) right in the center of the city called Leakin Park. It’s gorgeous during the day time, but unfortunately during the evening most people avoid it because it’s become a dumping ground for bodies.
It’s become known in the region as one of the most dangerous parks in the United States, which super sucks.
I feel this whole song so fucking hard. But this line specifically because I form codependent relationships with people like crazy, and I always feel like a fuckin’ burden/like my friends or husband don’t truly like me. Like I’m stressing people out or putting too much pressure on them, so I’m not worth the effort of maintaining a relationship with.
The original Independence Day, The Big Short, Jaws, Halloween, and Pacific Rim are all comfort movies that are on rotation whenever my husband or I are gone for work and I get lonely 😂