workshopping a YA novel where the government divides everyone into social classes based on whether they like cilantro or think it tastes like soap
on their 12th birthday everyone has to try cilantro for the first time in front of the whole community and report back on their opinion so they can be properly categorized and she says “it’s okay i guess” and she gets dragged offstage by the pro-cilantro government militia
groundbreaking concept! how do we shoehorn it into a love triangle
guy from an island where they've never heard of cilantro