You can obfuscate it so that people won’t even know what they’re eating, though… Wouldn’t be the first, or the last time… All you need to do is get the meat into the country, then throw it in the shredder and process it until it is unrecognisable.
Edit: or not even that, just slap whatever label you want on it. It’s not like the average consumer will do a chem test on every cut of meat they purchase.
I hate these… as a tall person, I have a choice between cosplaying as Quasimodo, or letting that thing wreck my boot heels…
Seriously, human existence is a collective learning experience, Stagnation started rubbing its hands with perverse delight the instant we forewent vulnerability and openness for excesive individualism.
Edit: I still don’t know how to adequately open up to someone else, after a decade of trying to figure it out. After being raised to be a soulless performance machine and being surrounded by people who cave in to the grindset, I don’t know what it means to be open and vulnerable with another person.
And it sucks so much long-term, I can feel it as though I’m being held back several grades, like I’m completely missing the point of my own lived experience and have no idea what to do with it, because I don’t have the framework of a big picture atop which to analyse things, and I think that framework would be having enough perspectives which aren’t my own in my life.
I’ve finally understood what Alan Watts said, that we can’t know ourselves unless we have other people around to help us see who we aren’t. It’s because we know too well who we are, but not knowing who we aren’t, that’s like trying to understand fire without knowing ice.
Guess I’ll just die, then!
That’s why I bought a watch;)
I got bot flashbacks from Tinder and OKC the instant I saw the attached photo:))
Coming from Trump and his ilk, that’s a compliment. Fuck you, too, orange buddy.
Very much this… Honestly, we should’ve rebranded to Romerica starting with the 90s given just how much we have been blindly following their lead…
And I’m not saying this as an insult to America, believe it or not, as this very thing stands as an insult to our nation’s entire history. Ffs, even our anthem has been telling us to go our own way!
Edit: the current turmoil would be the perfect opportunity to split from these sickly influences and to finally establish ourselves as a European nation (idealistically, not… realistically, so to speak…). We’d have so much to offer if we’d just replace the people and systems which are in place exclusively to syphon money from our country with people and systems which would function with the sole interest of developing the country itself for the benefit of the citizenry.
And by this I mean pretty much the exact opposite of what Trump’s doing. We need people. We’ve been losing great minds left and right because living in this place is such a fucking needless headache 75% of the time, we need to change that. And we need to make this place welcoming instead of tightening the belt like idiots…
This whole economic downfall has never been a Right or Left-Wing issue, it’s been a “shitheads are running the game for their own interests” issue…
That awkward moment when I’ve been holding my mouth open for 30 minutes and my upper lip starts twitching, which causes anxiety because I must look like I’m losing my mind, so it worsens when trying to control it.
Why, John the Revelator, of course!
Why would you do that to yourself?:(
My favourite example of such.
Fair, could’ve used a few lighter nudges beforehand. We came close to kissing a couple of times before, but it never materialised and I’ve never been one to push.
Plus, in all fairness, I was baked out of my gourd and mesmerised by the movie (I can’t say I like Sandler movies, but they sorta’ entrance my brain into trying to make sense of them every time). It was most certainly not a sexy times kinda’ mood for me:))
Oh, wow, that sounds pretty deep, too! Makes one wonder how things could’ve gone differently had we caught the hints for what they were.
Or at least they make for cute and funny stories if nothing else!
Hah! Had something very similar happen to me in high-school.
Had this very metal friend, and being the hormonal teenager I was, I kinda’ lusted pretty badly after her. I didn’t do or say anything about it, getting along and having someone with whom to chat during metal concerts and while hanging out at the local dive spot for people with such inclinations was enough.
We used to hang out a lot after class, she was one year younger so we had similar schedules. She sorta’ hinted that she “didn’t dislike” me every now and again, but had a… tumultuous repertoire of random relationships, so my gut told me to hang back. She not once invited me over to her place, though. Until one afternoon when she did.
It was nearing the summer vacation, it was a torrid day from the start, the dive was closed for “renovations” (meaning someone probably puked over the bar again), so we were just sitting aimlessly on a random curb, thinking about what to do. She presented the idea of schmoozing over to hers for a toke and a comedy. My beautiful brain instantly dismissed any ‘nefarious’ potentialities and set itself to “friendly.”
We got over to hers, rolled one up, she selected some Adam Sandler comedy (I honestly don’t remember which one, they all blend together in my memory…), and we started happily baking. About halfway through the movie, she tells me she’s headed for the washroom to freshen up. I don’t even think I registered the though, I just kept absorbing the movie.
She comes out ten minutes later, buck naked and confident. Says nothing and starts returning to the couch. I swivel my head toward her as I felt she was coming, and get but a flash of flesh. My right hand instantly flies to my eyes, I start spouting panicked apologies and a jumble of “fucks” and “shits,” then I hurry toward the front door while keeping my eyes covered.
I realised what had happened several months later. She didn’t say anything about that afternoon again, and neither did I. We continued hanging out for a couple more years, I think.
I hate that I started hearing Gungans explaining 1984 to me now…
Easier to just carry the groceries in my arms, the last accessory I’d need for people to fully think of me as a serial killer would be random lenths of rope…