Vive le France! We drove the Nazis out 72 years ago. No way in hell are they coming back.
It’s probably healthier than the “Refuse to Cook at All” cookbook I would make, with recipes like “place one granola bar next to three slices of dried mango on a plate”, which is what I had for breakfast today. The closest I get to cooking is slicing apples to eat with peanut butter. I know it’s unhealthy, but I can…
“Brown the garlic, onion, and crumbled beef in the oil. Add the flour, salt, paprika, and mushrooms, stir, and let cook five minutes while you light a cigarette and stare sullenly at the sink.”
OMG I got this book from my great aunt (who was a frickin’ firecracker: got divorced in the 1930's, refused to remarry and have children because she didn’t want to, had a string of boyfriends, traveled the world, painted—in short, my hero). It’s a hilarious read and while some of the recipes are hideous, some of ‘em…
I love the Feminine-Mystique-for-the-kitchen attitude, but (and I know I’ll get slammed for this) the food was highly processed and the recipes generally bland. I’m glad it was published. Not for the recipes but for the middle-finger-ness of it.
Turns out it can be helpful with little kids, because they require a lot of stuff, which takes up a fair amount of space. Also, they suck at standing in lines.
That’s exactly what it is. People suck.
I will toss that shit on the ground. Coats, backpacks, purses.
I’ve NEVER understood the allure of boarding earlier. I want to spend as little time as possible in those seats, I’m certainly not going to pay for the opportunity to sit longer in them.
I’m short and I find there is not enough room on planes as it is. I don’t know how taller people will fit.
Okay, now can I complain when someone reclines their seat in front of me?
Want to hear something weird. When I get a seat on the subway—which is a little rare since I ride it around rush hour times—I often almost fall asleep. The most relaxing place to be is on the gross subway without wifi where no one knows your name.
“He said this is fair to young and healthy people, who can now “pick and choose” their insurance”
“I really don’t think this was a millennial problem though. This is a rich entitled kid problem, which last time I checked has been around since the dawn of man.”
I had a color coded spreadsheet (mainly for my own amusement) this weekend for my 7 year old’s birthday party. I am PRETTY sure I had more organization for his party than these assholes did for a festival intended for thousands and a budget that definitely put mine to shame.
You’re doing it wrong. ;)
I’m poor, old, not into music festivals and probably wouldn’t know an influencer if I fell over one; yet, I cannot get enough of this story! I hope the Bahamian government weighs in again!
You can live a healthy life and still get cancer. Or MS or ALS, or several other diseases. Or, you know, get in a car accident.