In which I go off on victimhood mentality as displayed by a member of a privileged* class. I just read a huge, long, 40-post tweetfest freakout about “sexual assault.” The writer claims that she got licked on the cleavage in a hotel bar. She’d gone merely to collect a fork, with which to eat her […]
In which there’s a recipe. I’ve been eating these all week. They’re really just bean tostadas, but you should make some anyway because they’re fantastic. This is a strange but delicious guacamole. Make some. (Click on the pic for the recipe.) Now put it in the fridge to chill. Put some grated cheese — I […]
In which there’s some perspective. Oil is in everything. Oil is in every single thing you ever use, touch, or buy. How does food get to the store or farmer’s market? In trucks that are running on gas. How do you carry your food home? In plastic bags. How do you store your leftovers? In […]
In which this is very interesting. I’ve tried the patch and the gum. They suck. My own anecdotal experience tells me that it’s not nicotine I’ve been addicted to.
In which I’m ranting about “rape culture” yet again. Rape culture doesn’t exist. No matter how many articles you see about it, it still doesn’t exist. There was a national hysteria in the 80’s about an underground ring of satanic day care centers, where American children were being sodomized by the thousands. That didn’t exist […]
In which I talk about the news. Was told by WaPo via popup that I’d already viewed my allotment of free stories for the month, and was invited to give them a hundred bucks per year. Instead, I switched to another device and read the story anyway, and they got no money. (I sometimes subscribe […]
In which I go off on stuff that has nothing to do with me and about which I know nothing! Because it’s the internet! A guy from Tor has recently been accused of rape. He had to resign. (I don’t know him, I’ve never chatted with him, but people who do and have say he’s […]
In which I bitch about things I see on Twitter! (You kids get off my lawn!) A snowflake narrative is being claimed by nearly everybody these days, from African Americans to feminists to white males to the parents of autistic children, and they’re all saying the same thing: our suffering is so unique that no […]
In which I’m kind of a dick about people trying to wean themselves off of their identification with their belongings (which is a very important stage of development, of course, but seriously, this has to be the hundredth blog post I’ve read about how deeply attached bitches are to their Harry Potter books, and I’m […]
In which my life is so completely the opposite of rock star. I’m not entirely sure how I’m supposed to feel about it. Both of the houseplants, the kalanchoe a co-worker gave me last year and the avocado pit I started in 2014, were totally root-bound and desperately needed to be repotted. On Saturday we […]
