Daily Inspiration Quote by Brooke Burke

Horror is a funny choice of word for something that usually arrives on ice with lemon wedges. Brooke Burke’s line works because it grabs a luxury object and yanks it back into the realm of the bodily and the gross. Lobsters and shrimp are marketed as celebration food, the edible equivalent of a velvet rope. By calling them “the cockroaches of the ocean,” she punctures that fantasy with one quick pivot: they’re not glamorous, they’re scavengers. Bottom-feeders. Armored bugs.

The intent feels less like marine biology and more like self-defense. “I’m horrified” isn’t just “I don’t like it”; it’s a visceral boundary, a refusal of a social ritual that often comes with pressure to perform sophistication. Seafood dining can be a small status test: do you know how to crack the shell, how to act unfazed by the eyes and legs, how to treat a dead animal like a clean experience? Burke’s comparison gives permission to opt out, and it does so with a joke sharp enough to preempt argument.

There’s also a sly reversal of disgust. We’re trained to recoil from cockroaches because they’re associated with filth and survival in the wrong places. Her line suggests that “disgust” is partly branding: swap the setting from kitchen floor to deep sea, add butter and price, and suddenly the same creature archetype becomes aspirational. The quip exposes how quickly taste can be engineered, and how thin the line is between delicacy and creepiness.