Valentine’s day already had it’s own massacre, we didn’t need a new one.

Well, she is Shinto. In Shinto everything has a certain amount of life energy, but only things with a lot of it can actually move (humans, animals, etc). In some old legends objects can slowly gain energy over time (usually 100 years) and become sentient. There is one monster in folklore that is a living umbrella.

Or they could just declare allergens the way they do it with food.

I’ve never understood US return policies. Over here a store only has to take items back that are objectively faulty in some way (broken, wrong contents, undeclared allergens, misleading claims etc). How do they make a profit?

I have the same thoughts about people who compare themselves to Romeo and Juliet.

But since he gave it to her on a holiday, she won’t have to give it back in case of a separation or divorce.

I had to google that case. I think I need a bucket and a fuzzy blanket.

I hardly ever had fire drills in the early 2000s, but I’m not from the US. But as far as I know we still don’t have shooting drills. Even my mother’s workplace in a government agency doesn’t have shooting drills, though they have metal detectors and security at the entrance.

I think if you combined the numbers of all European countries you wouldn’t reach that number.

France does have an age of consent, 15. Hence the “sexual abuse of a minor under 15"and “she looked at least 16". I’m a bit confused.

You giving your mom your old stuff is one thing, but mine actually digs stuff out of my trash. One time I found some of my old underwear on her clothesline.

I had some friends who could buy cigarettes since they’ve been 13 while I still looked like 12 when I was 16. Being around each other amplified that effect. People would never guess that we were the same age. Even nowadays I sometimes get mistaken for an older teen. We all had our fair share of experiences with creepy…

She clearly distinguishes between items that don’t bring joy and items that serve a purpose. Her idea is items have to serve a specific pupose (not ‘I might need it some day’) or make you happy. Only if it does neither of them, it should be thrown out. I don’t like mowing the lawn, but I won’t throw out my lawnmower…

There you go.

What’s frustrating for me is that there seems to be a value judgment from those who successfully Kondo-d

She never claimed that her methods would help true hoarders. She mostly talks about people who forgot or never learned how to stay organized.

Whenever I throw something out it suddenly reappears at my mother’s house. That is the real mystery.

It had a big hole and was covered in rust, I just reburied it in another part of the garden.

Is he carrying a jar with his removed ribs inside?

I had to google that. Apparently Mormons pray in their underwear or did I get that wrong?