I accidentally bought chips with dairy yesterday. I nocticed immediately because they were wavy instead of thins. Which is good because I didn’t put them in my mouth. Or rather, I did until I felt the ridges and immediately pulled it out. It was loaded baked potato instead of BBQ, damn it. I will admit,… Continue Reading
I’ve been talking about rules and why I don’t give a shit about them. When I was a kid, I was indoctrinated as to how things should be. My father, a narcissist with no sense of norms, had a highly-idiosyncratic idea of how people should act. In general, it was mostly that he should always… Continue Reading
In the last post, I was talking about rules and why I don’t give a shit about them. I learned a new word today: contumacious. It means to be stubbornly or willfully disobedient to authority (usually in a legal sense). See also: anarchy. I don’t believe in anarchy, actually. I think it’s good to have… Continue Reading
One thing I have difficulty with is unspoken rules. It’s funny because when I read advice columns, there are always unspoken rules that commenters get/have that I don’t undrestand. Like there was a letter about celebrating a 30th birthday over at Slate, and one of the regular commenter was derisive about the idea of an… Continue Reading
I have a confession to make. I’m the ‘well, actually’ person whom everyone hates. I know better than to say it out loud…most of the time. But I think it often. Whether it’s something factual that someone else has gotten wrong or a thought that was, well, not well thought out–I have a voice in… Continue Reading
Today, two of the letter I’ve read have had to do with names. Or rather, one was an update on Ask A Manager about noames while the other was about something completely diffirent, but the Slate commenters made merciless fun of the names used. And they weren’t even that odd. One was an unusual spelling… Continue Reading
Yesterday, I was talking about my frustrations with the BMI and fatphobia in general. The talk of diets and how women bond over moaning over how fat they were. Er, I did not talk about the last point, but it’s definitely a thing that happens. Not to mention talk about being ‘bad’ and ‘I shouldn’t’… Continue Reading
Thinking more about the fat thing (ha, I wrote phat first, which is funny) because it’s irking me. I watched a few minutes of a Dr. Mike video in which he talked about BMI. He was careful to say that it’s just a tool and that blah, blah, blah, but then he defended it as… Continue Reading
On my way to the grocery store, I was listening to NPR/MPR per usual. They were playing a podcast called On Point hosted by Meghna Chakrabarti, and the episode was entitled: Is customer service bad on purpose? It’s about whether or not customer service was worse these days than, say, a decade ago. My immediate… Continue Reading
Back in my twenties, there was a big discussion in the community* about emphasizing that sexual orientation was not a choice. “After all,” they said. “Straight people don’t choose to be straight.” which, true. But. And this is where my brain gets weird. I’m bisexual, for lack of a better word. Which in theory means… Continue Reading