Was just in the ye olde multi-stall all gender bathroom and i saw a middle aged woman make her husband stand directly outside the stall holding her stuff while she peed. I think if more straight middle aged women understood this was a possibility with gender neutral bathrooms, theyd be marching on washington to get one built in every mall in america
I stopped reading DNIs because 90% of the time they were just fucking inscrutable to me. I’d go to somebody’s page and it would be like “DNI if you’re a COSLA apologist,” so then I would Google COSLA and it was just like “Welp, either things are really heating up in the Convention of Scottish Local Authorities fandom or I still have no idea what the fuck this person is talking about.” Or “DNI if you identify as ANFO.” Okay, well, I definitely don’t identify as Ammonium Nitrate/Fuel Oil, but that’s probably not what you meant (although hey, maybe you did; I obviously don’t know enough about your views on chemical compounds to outright dispute that option).” Like, you have my blessing to hate whatever obscure fandom pairing or super niche kink group you want, but just know I am embracing ignorance on this one and will not be looking that shit up. Peace.
“knight posting” this and “guard posting” that. i’m the princess’s trusted handmaid who provides her advice and comfort in my soothing, low-class style. i am saying things like “if you don’t mind me speaking out of turn, my lady…” and sharing fairy tales and lullabies my sad mother taught me. also i am fucking the jester.
op what’s up with the evil duke or maybe dragon is the princess gonna be ok??
look ALL i know is that the princess asked me to cover for her while she escaped with the handsome rogue (who bares a striking resemblance to the lost prince of our neighboring kingdom, but i digress) and now the duke (my lady’s betrothed) has put out a bounty for a band of misfits traversing the country slaying beasts and the like, but that’s LITERALLY none of my business, on account of i have to mend the hem on all these dresses
Recent discourse reminds me of that cult indoctrination trick that’s often used to weed out more difficult marks early on, where they tell you all that you aren’t allowed to eat rice on Tuesdays and then if you protest they go “wow SOMEBODY likes rice a little much huh” as if you’re the fucking weirdo who cares too much about how much rice is consumed between Monday and Wednesday instead of them.
And this forces you to decide whether your autonomy matters to you more than the approval of the group - while they’ll still act like you’re on thin ice either way, if you give in at this point they know you’re theirs forever, because now they’ve established a foothold, you’ve shown a moral weakness, which they will brand you with so it can be used against you in the future (“hey RICE-addict here doesn’t want help break into the city records office”) to force you to double-down and isolate you further.
And if instead you do decide to push back further, after your abrupt departure from the group (“You’re seriously leaving us over RICE?!? Seriously?”) and subsequent ostracism, you can then be used as a demonstration to the others who were more pliable, of how the outgroup is full of people like you who are obsessed with violating the No-Tuesday-Rice rule to the point where they’ll abandon all their friends, who cared so much for them, so it clearly isn’t an arbitrary restriction, you’re the kind of monster these rules are intended to protect them from, thus all the other wise and esoteric precepts of the charismatic leader are implied to be equally justified.
i don’t remember posting this but to this day i have not said it again so mission accomplished i guess
Stagnant is a really terrible word choice, marinades are about flavor and if sufficiently acidic can penetrate and tenderize about a quarter inch into the meat, while brines use salt to make meat tender and juicy all the way through but impart relatively little flavor other than risk of over salting.
You want to avoid brining and marinating at the same time, but brining first, then marinating can make for some exquisite cooking. Also don’t switch the order, brining second will steal the marinade flavors, and for thinner cuts a marinade might be all you need anyway.
I’m relieved this post has some good replies rejecting this brine propoganda.
I didn’t realise this until adulthood but handmade birthday piñatas are the apex of parental devotion. I spent the week cooking for my ravenous teenage cousins and felt a bit crestfallen at times that I was spending so long making something that was going to disappear within minutes—but with piñatas it’s so much worse, they exist to be savagely maimed. Year after year my father asked his kids what shape they wanted this year’s piñatas to be and he spent weeks painstakingly making them in the basement after work, only to watch a bunch of oversugared bat-wielding kids gleefully destroy them in less than 10 minutes.
I mentioned this to him and he said he remembered researching tarantula anatomy for the giant spider piñata I asked for when I was 4, trying to make the fangs the right shape and to cut the crepe paper into very thin ribbons so the thing would look appropriately fuzzy, and I was like “and I don’t even remember it because I was four!! spending so long building a beautiful object only so your kids will have fun destroying it, knowing they won’t even remember it, is such a selfless endeavour” and he said “my other motivation was that you said you wanted the spider to look real & scary so the kids at your birthday party would be terrified of it and you’d get to scoop up all the candy and I wanted to support your slyness & ambition”
i would’ve said something philosophical cause my mind did some real good thinking but then i realized i was reblogging this from amongussexgif and then i lost all the moral and philosophical things i had just thought
