I’m crazy for people who are jalapenos.
I’m like Count Dracula. I can always use some fresh blood — spicy and hot — for that je ne sais quo.
A jalapeno is explosive. They’re a force. They’re positive in their thinking. They can move me to tears with their sunny optimism. They’re not cucumbers. They’re peppers.
Unfortunately too many people think it doesn’t matter. They’re kidding themselves, of course. Throw a hot tamale into an omelet or a salad and your taste buds come alive. You feel something happening — you’re now awake. Awake to life’s possibilities. Maybe you can even be optimistic because boy, optimism is in short supply.
The jalapeno analogy came to me when I started writing The Essentials of Fabulous. We live in a world where there are so many opportunities to be a jalapeno and we don’t seize them. We can make the subject line of our emails crackle with excitement. We can step into a room and raise its temperature. We can shake a hand and practically inject the other person with palpable energy. We can wear clothing that practically shouts our originality. We can be “on” not just some of the time but all of the time.
Give us a jolt. Force us to give up the ennui. We are tired of bland.