Ethan Week 5: I Love You, but I Also Love Fried Rice
I love my family. I love my friends. I love sleeping. I like scrolling. I like shopping. Most of all, I love food. But how can you use the same word to describe your feelings toward your family and a bowl of fried rice? In almost all the portrayals of an American family in movies that I have watched, the word “love” seems to be juggled around in the context of everything. It’s thrown around so much that there is no difference in meaning between “I love that” and “That's nice.” It’s used so casually that I feel like the word “love” is secretly a double agent. We use it to express our deepest emotions while also to express the shallowest feelings of joy. A funny reel that your friend sent you on Insta? Love it. Your teacher postpones that one dreadful test you and your friends have been crying over? Love that. Finally getting tickets to a concert that your mom originally refused. Love her. It can communicate affection, excitement, happiness, or simply the fact that our food tastes r...