This comment really just hits every nail on the head for me. It could be that the ex is feeling bad for what happened, but wants to divert the blame/bad feelings onto OP.
It’s also rich to me when the cheating partner is ready to “put all the bad blood behind them” as if they don’t want to live in the stink of what they did any more. They’re happy now, why can’t you also be happy with them? Etc etc. As if they didn’t blow up everyone’s life with their choices.
Yeah, for sure. Like I said, I like apples in it pretty well, and I’m sure raisins at mostly fine. I just don’t like raisins in any context lol.
Yeah, I’m sure its mostly fine, is just personal preference for me. I don’t like raisins at all. But I bet dried mango or something would be good
I know the Japanese will dead ass put apple and raisins in some variations of their curry. Apple is pretty good, adds a sweetness that isn’t overbearing. Raisins, though I will never understand.
Yup. Lots of other celebrities, too. Full list for anyone interested: https://www.imdb.com/list/ls090808434/
Sorry, I guess I don’t get the joke and what it has to do with this topic? Sorry again, I’m sure it’s really obvious, and I’m still just too fucked up about the election results to really joke about it yet
Tilda Swinton signed the petition to allow Roman Polanski to come back to the States
I don’t think that’s a crazy choice. I kinda wish I had had my tubes tied like many of my friends did when Roe was overturned. But then I wouldn’t have my wonderful baby son. It’s hard.
It’s truly awful. I can’t look anyone in their eyes. All I can think about are how many of them voted my rights away by electing Trump again. I’ve never felt so isolated and desperate. I’m in a red state that outvoted Democrats 2:1, so it’s extra bad.
I’m feeling like I never want to participate in community things around here ever again. No handing out candy, no helping neighbors shovel their snow, no making friends without asking who they fucking voted for. Hell, I don’t even want to travel to see my R-voter relatives for the holidays. I’m putting all visits on hold, which is gonna really piss them of, because this is the first grandkid’s (our son) first holidays.
To be honest, I’m feeling sick for even choosing to have him despite my better judgment, which is the worst feeling to have while looking at your baby. It was in a period of hope that maybe we’d be able to overcome that orange fucker’s influence, but now look where we are. I feel like I’ve sentenced him to a fate worse than death to have brought him into this world at this time in this country. Especially with the climate certainly being extra fucked now.
FUCK THIS.
Ancient wine was actually not very good
For me, podcasts specifically about going to sleep to them trigger my contrariness too much to be actually relaxing. It’s gotta be on a normal topic that is just the right balance of interesting, but not exiting/engaging.
History typically scratches that itch for me. Dan Carlin’s hardcore history and the history of the English being the two goats that coke immediately to mind. Camp Monsters is also a great one; the rare fiction podcast that I can actually stand, much less relaxes me enough to sleep.
We already have, babe. Bodily autonomy for us is no longer a guarantee.
It basically sidesteps any conversation about what you mean. If you said to the line or to your fellow waiters “no cherries” that wouldn’t make any sense. Like, in what context would they guess you meant that? You’d at the very least have to say “we have no more cherries”, which is much longer than saying “86 cherries”.
If you mean in the context of the OP, though, then yes I completely agree, the customer was being extra and not actually shortening what they were trying to say.
I heard an interesting comparison lately saying basically that blaming the development of agriculture for late stage capitalism is like blaming calculus for the development of the atom bomb, and I would tend to agree.
It’s looking like agriculture was probably used originally to keep us longer in community at sites like Gobekli Tepe, and probably was absolutely life saving for us at that time.
The real issue arose from not persecuting those who would horde various types of wealth more severely (or at all).
Working in fast food is pretty different from full restaurants. I worked fast food first, never heard the term until I started waiting tables a few years later. In fast food, there’s not as much of a chain of communication that requires pass phrases to get info across quickly. Just one kid with an order terminal and another kid assembling the order as it was entered.
All of that aside, if I hear someone use that term IRL, it does tend to sound pretentious because you’re basically using jargon outside of its typical area of use and expecting everyone to know wtf you’re talking about. It’s almost like you want someone to ask, so you can be like “you don’t kNoW???”
Probably people don’t mean to come off that way, but that is the vibe I catch most of the time.
Such an insidious way of keeping workers complicit in our capitalist hellscape.
Next time I’m in an airport food court I’ll try to really take in the view of the cinnabon next to the starbucks.
Doesn’t matter the brand, cars traditionally don’t appreciate in value. Wisdom always was that it starts to lose value as soon as you drive it off the lot, because of the wear it takes through regular use. Then the pandemic hit, and a shortage of new cars, which drove up the used car (AND new car) market. It’s all madness IMO, but people with the power to do so (corpos and private individuals alike) are trying to hang on to that bubble for dear life.
Everyone keeps saying she was flirting, but I really think she was just trying to make a friend, but everyone saw ‘flirting’ because of their genders. The post literally says she has no friends.
This is why women tend to be wary of friendships with guys; any time we do, we get come on to because any amount of friendly interaction is perceived as flirting, or ditched because the guy we thought we were trying to befriend finds out we have a boyfriend.
Shit, if I were this girl who struggled to make friends, thought I had found one finally, but get friend-dumped when they find out they can’t fuck me (for the millionth time in her life, I’m sure), I’d probably quit, too.