“He was apparently a kind-hearted, respectful, popular man, but he was not on the path to upward mobility.”

translation: who cares if you try to be a good person, trying to get rich is what makes you a human worth caring about.

I used to work in a certain upscale grocery in the produce department and I watched the heirloom display quite closely for any signs of spotting. Weighed, marked off, then we *all* feasted on those bitches. I’m a big fan of yellow tomatoes too. One day I will be able to afford a 5 lb sack of them because I’m seriously…

This is exactly what I do. For me it’s specifically green bell peppers. I just tell them “I despise their flavor completely” and I seldom get a rebuttal.

That’s because cheap tomatoes (generic red ball variety) are bred entirely for looks, much like those pretty long-stemmed roses that have absolutely no scent whatsoever. Tomatoes are supposed to be very umami but in my experience, only the non-generic red ball types taste at all umami. They’re not even worthy for…

With me it’s specific varieties of tomatoes that I hate. Namely, the generic red balls of slimy, mealy grossness. I will eat the living shit out of nearly any other not-green variety (oh especially yellow omg). But the generic red balls have all the pretty bred in and the delicious bred out. I won’t even use them for…

Fun Fact: men appear 157.3496% more manly when cuddling with a kitten. And the effect can multiply with the addition of more kittens.

I read that at first as “penisive stroking” and giggled.

It also works very well as an egalitarian compromise between roommates of varied pants-plumbing. If *everyone* has to work a little to use the potty, men get a little less annoyed with their duty in the matter.

Yes this can happen. It’s why you can’t even make a connection to your real-name account, you can’t mention any names (your work, your friends, your clients, etc) or anything that can connect you to your pseudonym. You have to insist that anyone referring to your work always uses the pseudonym and never ever your name…

I don’t sew, don’t knit, don’t crochet. My mother is amazing at all three, and tried. so. hard. to teach me. I barely passed the sewing block in Home Ec (srsy most of the boys did better).

People! This is why, if you want to live honestly online, you *need* to use a pen name and not mention the name of your workplace. I actually love my job, but I can’t help but criticize some of our programming. I can’t express myself freely if I don’t use pseudonyms for everything in public speech. This has nothing to…

Here’s one WoWhead link:

Add some shredded black fungus to your ramen.

You will thank me.

Depends on where you are on the planet. In some places, it’s grounds for beatings and executions.

You literally have to be a god to top it, really. (I’m looking at you, MCU Loki.)

As soon as this happened, “Left Shark” became a companion pet in World of Warcraft.

They obviously didn’t think she was one.

It’s the broad-brushing I take umbrage with. Yes, in some places women are either legally required or relentlessly pressured to cover “for the benefit of the menz.” That’s oppression. However, in places where this is not a thing, covering is not necessarily oppression. It’s exercising options in comfort levels.

Read the reply to Achieve. I probably did not communicate my thoughts well and had to clarify.

That^^ is exactly where I’m coming from. When it is the choice of the woman to wear a hijab, it’s her liberty to do so. I don’t even claim to include this as a liberation in places where it’s compulsory, and it *is* oppression there. But in places where at least lip service to liberation of women is practiced and at…