Why the hell is it that there’s always that one sibling that says “nah, but really, I just gotta make this all about me.”

I can’t wear non-padded. My nips like to sit up and look around to see what’s happening on occasion, and it makes me nervous when I realize that one’s looking west and slightly north and the other’s looking true east. It’s like “WHAT IS GOING ON IN FRONT OF YOU! OMYGAWDANDAREYOUAVOIDINGLOOKINGMEINTHEEYE?” I’m much…

Even if they go ahead and market it as “meat substitute” or “cured meat substitute” people are most likely overwhelmingly still going to refer to it as meat. While I don’t agree with calling the people who prepare these things veggie butchers (totally different context, if you’re butchering veggie prep of any sort as…

Hmm...I guess I need to hang out with a more fun crowd. When I spend every last cent I have, it’s for rent, food, bus fare and health insurance.

Thanks for reminding me to buy crackers, by the way. My mom’s not doing Christmas this year, so she hasn’t ordered any.

On the other hand, there’s a long history of “fake meat” in areas where certain groups had to escape detection. Like Moors and Jews in Spain having to make pork-appearing sausages out of flour and vegetable fats. This is nothing new, and neither is referring to it as “meat.”

I can donate some. I’m a C on a good day, but they’ve started to wander around randomly. If they’re smaller, maybe they’ll concentrate more.

Women have always appropriated menswear. Hell, we’ve had to for practical reasons probably since the dawn of freaking clothing. The adaptation itself is a declaration of feminity, none of the “dapper” wear women are at all attempting to hide that they’re women.

There are a lot of abuses that are not physical, so I would say yes, likely both of their parents were. But if you’re looking for any bruises, you’re probably missing all the other signifiers. Elliot and Darlene are stupendously fucked-up people, and the fact that their father was basically telling Elliot to just get…

Yeah. We definitely don’t know what Whiterose is up to, and we barely and only by inference know what she told Angela her goal was/goals were in their meeting. Whiterose could be doing literally anything. We’ve got about as much a clue as Price did.

You’ve really never had herring? It’s a great fish. Awesome on salads, when pickled, especially. It provided a great counterpoint to bitter greens and rich dressings.

I...have had Utopia on repeat for like...two full days now. *shrug*

Same as in very, very shady and you don’t know the provenance.

Sounds a lot like the people who sell their breast milk so that other, presumably like-minded mothers can avoid feeding their babies formula. And that “presumably” applies to both “like-minded” and “mothers” both together and separately btw.

Hmmm...now how might this have been prevented. Oh, I know! By thinking! But what do we think about? Oh, oh...words! Words mean things! Like “gentrification” has an actual meaning, right? Now, how do we find out that actual meaning and if someone, somewhere, who’s been buying our coffee at a particularly…

Nah, you don’t have to steal it, good food is for everyone!

Yeah, we’re talking about exactly the same conversation, just a generation younger because “that baby” is about to have a baby of her own and, you know, there are opinions about that. From some people. We won’t say who. But he knows who he is.

LOL! Someone who needs Jesus! (And, apparently, a jacket.)

And church dinners! Don’t forget, some people go to church because they genuinely enjoy it. And the rest of those bastards are there because they NEED to be at church!

I don’t know. Things sometimes cook entirely differently in a smaller container like that/some things just don’t work so well miniaturized (to that degree.) But if you do it, I for one would like to know how it turns out.