What the hell does acquired taste mean?

I mean, I know the definition..but for those who don’t:

An acquired taste often refers to an appreciation for a food or beverage that is unlikely to be enjoyed by a
person who has not had substantial exposure to it, usually because of
some unfamiliar aspect of the food or beverage, including a strong or
strange odor
(e.g. stinky tofu or durian, or haggis or hákarl
or black
and asafoetida or certain type of cheese), taste (such
as bitter teas
or natto), or appearance.

There ya go. But what’s the point of it?

A friend told me today, “Well, beer is an acquired taste.”…Yeah, so is stabbing someone in the heart. Might make you uncomfortable at first, but you will get used to it! Might get a little blood on your hands, but you’re bound to find a new hobby!

And now my name becomes something along the lines of John Wayne Gacy. “Damn him and his acquired taste for murder!!”.

My sense of humor and way of teaching is incredibly bonkers, by the way. So please excuse me if I insult or offend anyone during these blog sessions.

But why can’t I just not like beer? Is that a possibility? Is general discomfort in a situation possible, or just a form of acquired taste? Why should we HAVE to get used to something that we can easily avoid without harm to our lives? Otherwise, we become exactly the same. I’m no different than you because my hatred for horrible TNT dramas is simply an acquired taste.  I hate them now (and always will) but after I destroy my brain with an entire season of Las Vegas, I will become moderately okay with the show (I never will).

No offense to Josh Duhamel or the producers of TNT, but let’s be serious: SHOW SUCKS.

I’m 100% completely contempt with the idea of not enjoying the taste of beer. For whatever reason, my friend with the acquired taste is not. Being the legal age for alcohol consumption, that immediately means I am old enough to not only buy alcohol, but also begin to enjoy it. I’m sure when I’m 68 years old and continually have to shuffle those annoying Sheckleff boys off my lawn for bothering my cat (Corporal Kitten), sure, I’d LOVE to kick back a few fingers of scotch. But as of now, no. I am not interested in something I’ve tried and did not like.

Wait…is that acquired taste? Being okay with the idea of liking something in the future? Or is acquired taste the act of trying out these things to develop said taste?

I don’t know. And honestly, it’s probably better that way. With the knowledge of things, I’d become more cocky. My ego would grow to epic proportions and before you know it, Jack Black is telling Adrien Brody that is wasn’t the fall, it was beauty that killed the beast.

Yuengling is good, though…