We all have something in our lives we would classify as a guilty pleasure. Something that isn’t necessarily good for us, but no matter how hard we try to resist, we always give in.
Sometimes, these guilty pleasures can start massive debates among the people around us.
I have found myself having such a debate lately, and this article is going to tell you why I’m right.
I’m an addict. Now, before you jump to any crazy conclusions, just calm down. My drug of choice costs around $5 and is served in a plastic cup. It comes in a wide variety of flavors and you don’t even have to leave your vehicle to get it. (Technically you don’t have to leave your house, but if I’m being honest, it never tastes the same.)
If you haven’t guessed it by now, I’m talking about coffee. Not just any coffee, but the best kind of coffee to exist.
Oh yes, I’m talking about iced coffee.
This may seem like a minor specification, but it’s a big deal to me. Iced coffee is much, much better than that nasty steaming cup of bean juice.
If I’m grabbing a coffee before an early morning clinical, I’m going for the chilling iced coffee to give me a good wake-me-up.
If I’m having a nice, hot lunch I’m not going to wash that down with more hot liquid. I’ll be drinking a refreshing, iced coffee.
I know what you’re thinking. In the middle of the freezing tundra that we call winter, who in their right mind is going to give their hands hypothermia clutching onto their frozen cup of joe?
Me. That’s who.
I am not weak. I will not let the temperature outside determine what beverage I will consume.
I don’t care if it’s 20 degrees outside. I will always choose my sweet, blended cup of deliciousness.
Laci Sutton is a Nickerson senior studying nursing. She is the Collegian’s Opinion Page Editor.