I’m assuming you also believe that women’s brains are smaller, they are naturally better at care fields, they have no aptitude in math and science, and should stay at home, right? Right?!

Who gives a fuck? Well, wondering why certain fields don’t have gender parity is an interesting topic, no matter what.

Somewhat on topic, somewhat not: It seems that at least from the land of publicized plastic surgeons, it seems to be a male dominated field, despite the fact that traditionally (this has increasingly changed) those that desire elective plastic surgery have been women.

Ugh, that’s just awful. I hate that issues with severe bleeding or pain with periods is just taken as ‘oh, well, it’s supposed to be unpleasant!’. Fuck that, being doubled over in pain while you feel like half your blood volume is gone is not ‘supposed’ to happen.

That is definitely not normal. It does take a few tries to find a HBC that works for your body, but heavy bleeding shouldn’t be it.

I have so many things I should and could be doing and all I can manage to do is bake and eat. 

Oh man, that sounds delicious! I should have added strawberries to the groceries! 

When my friend was in hospital/bed rest for preeclampsia, she also watched tv for dogs and found it amazingly soothing. 

You can do it by hand with a bowl and a wooden spoon. You’ll just have to put some work in. 

Not all of them. Some of them she mixed into her face moisturizer.

DO IT.

Sammmme. I’m glad I was diagnosed with celiac disease when I was 20, since only a teenager can feel no ill effects of eating a tub of cream puffs in four days.

My productivity took a nose dive this week, so I’ve pretty much just been baking to fill my time. Today I made cream puffs. Gluten free ones. They look like exploded Smurf but they taste quite proper. Earlier in the week it was macarons, so it’s patisserie week in the house.

Ain’t that the truth.

So seriously. Or anyone else who could possibly claim next of kin shit. The only reason my late husband’s mother didn’t try to lawyer up and take all of his money and possessions and I don’t know snort them (she ate her portion of his ashes) is because the will states clearly that everything went to ME.

Oh my god. 

I want to say it was ranch, but we almost NEVER put it out because a group of 10 people would manage empty the carafe like eight times. It was probably a creamy italian dressing.

Fucking with serving utensils was my pet peeve when I worked in food service, and it drives me bonkers now out in the world. I almost started a fight at wegman’s at the beginning of the pandemic because I wanted food at the wegman’s hot bar and watched a guy lick his fingers, USE THE HOT BAR UTENSILS, lick his fingers…

That second one was my biggest fear when I worked in a kitchen. Not a single shift went by where I wasn’t convinced I was going to fall into the fryer and end up exactly like that person. Our floors were mopped so many times a day, they were always wet and I was convinced that was going to be my end. 

Oh my god.