I worked for the now-defunct (at least in Canada) LA Weightloss for a year and it branded itself as a “lifestyle”. It did a wonderful job reinforcing all my disordered eating and making it worse, leading to starvation and laxative abuse.
I worked for the now-defunct (at least in Canada) LA Weightloss for a year and it branded itself as a “lifestyle”. It did a wonderful job reinforcing all my disordered eating and making it worse, leading to starvation and laxative abuse.
I’ve really enjoyed listening to his audiobook narration of the How to Train Your Dragon series, for the sheer number of various Scottish voices he’s capable of putting on.
It does! My nostalgia goggles are thoroughly broken and I find it fascinating and alarming to watch people aggressively defend old bits of media that have hinky-in-hindsight things in them (eg, Lord of the Rings) or are just, y’know, maybe not all that good to begin with (eg, 80s children’s cartoons).
Twice in my life I didn’t get a flu vaccine: autumn of 2008, leading to a spring 2009 flu, and again in 2011, leading to me getting the flu in 2011.
Oh, my heart. That was impossibly sweet.
I do hope you read this reply this morning. I never said anything about McDonald’s (that was, if I remember yesterday correctly, the commenter I was responding to). I also didn’t say I’m allergic to all food except McDonald’s. I do sincerely apologise for swearing at you; that was a little uncalled-for. But you are…
I think it’s cute that you’re making assumptions about my fast food consumption, which is in fact extremely rare, because I’m extremely sensitive to a lot of foods. These sensitivities include plant-based alternatives to protein, beans, lentils, soy (and a lot of fruits and vegetables). I can keep chicken and fish…
I believe very, very strongly that we should never police the way other people eat, for any reason. The only plate that should matter to a person is their own, and probably their children’s.
I can readily admit I absolutely did not turn out fine and my relationship with my parents is... strained.
I’ll just freely and—well, not happily, because I’m not happy about it, but I will definitely put this out there freely:
My maternal grandmother is 92. Her parents had 14 children. Gramma’s the youngest (and the only one still alive). Only 8 of her siblings survived childhood. All five of the siblings who didn’t survive died from childhood diseases. No accidents, no foul play. Disease. Measles. Polio. Diptheria. Two within days of each…
I’m an elder millennial and I still don’t know anybody who doesn’t have some seniors in their life who couldn’t tell stories about these diseases and the havoc they wreaked in their lives, either from personal experience or from having friends or siblings contract them. I don’t know why we don’t... listen. Well. I…
I don’t want to interact with the anti-vaxxers, but I have two things I wanna get of my chest, if I may:
Two writers made a silly and very funny back-and-forth twitter thread poking fun horror movie tropes and it got made into an actual movie called “You Might Be the Killer”.
All I can really think about was the backlash against the Dixie Chicks years ago. My memory may be foggy, but while they were definitely popular, I don’t think they were ever as popular as Taylor Swift. I think they really ever had one crossover hit, with... I wanna say “Landslide”? Lord, that was pretty much a…
Thank you. That means a lot.
The first person I told about my assault was the girlfriend I had after it happened. She wasn’t particularly sympathetic, and was more concerned that I might have given her an STI. It made it a lot less likely I’d ever tell another romantic partner about it.
It’s a really typical retail type thing to do, including in places you might not consider “retail” (think, say, an optometrist’s office that sells eyewear). We aren’t moving enough merch—profits are down—cut hours. The customers become angry because there’s no one to help them, and so they walk out when someone isn’t…
I’ve dealt with disordered eating long enough that there’s a lot of stuff that gets my back up. And I’m at a point where every time some person or group or company talks about “wellness”, it just ends up sounding like a scam to me. A scam designed to prey on women’s fears and insecurities.
This all feels really accurate. Like, up to and including the “let’s hit the save point right here” moment. Because, I mean, obviously.