Po-ta-to [puh-tey-toh, -tuh]: A person whose interests do not reach beyond normal, everyday comfort. In an American man, it might be someone who seeks employment from his parents’ company, watches sports, and gets wasted on the weekends. Potatoes often have no interest in art, culture, or travel; and they are not motivated toward personal growth or learning for the sake of learning. Potato people, just like the food, can sustain us, can fill our bellies, but offer little taste or semblance of nostalgia, excitement, or substance. Simply put, potatoes get the job done, and that’s about it.
Please note: I am not promoting nor am I condoning the “potato” lifestyle. This is simply a theory presented by a friend.
My friend, let’s call her “Sue”, invented the Potato Theory after years of encounters with them. She’s dated potatoes, driven and ‘ole spud of a car, gone to school with mounds of taters, etc. And Sue, well she’s by no means a potato. She likes spices, flavors that keep her guessing and wanting more. She’s a beet in a field of potatoes.
Just thought I’d share the Theory. You’re welcome.
