There is something so addicting about the fall, specifically the time of the year where pumpkin spice lattes are the drink of choice for many people.
The drink itself comes under heavy criticism, creating a polarized and passionate debate. I myself used to be very much against what I saw at the time as a “fad,” but as society’s love for the PSL (the loving shorthand adopted by the most righteous of proponents) gained traction, my cynicism towards the beverage slowly started being called into question.
My blind hate towards a cup of joy loosened up, and a genuine curiosity started blooming. I nervously found myself at a Starbucks some time ago, slowly cringing as the words “grande nonfat pumpkin spice latte” escaped from my lips. I thought I would fear judgement, but the barista seemed so incredibly disinterested in me.
Needless to say, my addiction was born that day, and I’ve been hooked since. You can call me basic, but my love for the PSL is truly undying.
