Before we begin, let's make it clear that we're not talking about cuties. We're talking about oranges. I've got a beef to pick with cuties, too, but that's for another day.
Oranges take effort. So much time to peel them. And your fingers get covered in that strange chalky orange coating. (And for someone who doesn't like to leave her desk, walking to the bathroom to rinse the orangey mess is a chore.) And then after you've spent all this time peeling the orange, it seems 1 of 3 oranges aren't even any good! And if you slice them soccer-team style and bite into them, the fibers get stuck in your teeth.
So, you see, the effort to benefit ratio just isn't high enough for me.
I don't like those odds. I'll stick with apples.
But today my coworker brought in oranges from her tree and convinced me that they are oh so sweet and worth the work. It took some convincing, but I gave in.
It took work. It was super messy. But, oh, was it sweet. Yum.
So if you can convince me that the orange you're giving me is good, I will put in the work.