I would I’d it didn’t literally cost me jobs, plural. I’ve dealt with enough societal racial profiling and harassment, I don’t need it compounding with my gender to utterly shit on my life when I’m minding my own damn business.

And that applies just as much for women minding THEIR OWN damn business. Leave people be!

My proverbial beef isn’t the pointing out of how manny men are predators and that the risksfor women are non-zero; my problem more specifically is that the meme stacks handily on top of the already vexing racial profiling I deal with as a black man who’s had false allegations leveled in the past and lost jobs because of the weaponization of this fear. I have already spent damn near a half century being presumed some kind of feral Mandingo rape beast purely for existing while black. The presumption of interest in all of these women like a scene out of Kentucky Fried Movie gets really old and they get super vindictive when rejected.

Because some medical experts deem it a valid and valued preventative remedy for severe phimosis. While I don’t concur, my grandfather developed a case late in life that necessitated surgical remediation.

I definitely feel you on this one. I pretty mucj took my vocal chords and fucked off when BaconReader was killed off, but even before then my visits got drastically cut back when the ability to kill the app nag was removed from web interface in monile browsers. That’s what put me onto BaconReader in the first place.

There’s a lot, most of which I make anyway for sake of cost/volume ratios, but in no particular order…

Tomato paste (love to use, can’t be arsed to make my own), sriracha (like it but don’t use enough for the amount I make), waffles (don’t crave them nearly as much as I used to), scotch eggs (love 'em, hate making 'em), pickled asparagus (which really sucks because they’re so good), lotus root chips (maybe if I had a fry daddy, air fried just doesn’t do it), chicarrones (lots off local places make 'em fresh and cheap), horchata (same), meat pies (there’s a local Brit shop that sells 'em), falafel (lots of local vendors), jalebi (way too much work)…

A friend’s brother died. It was literally out of nowhere. And said friend is stick home with Covid - which isn’t what did him in, but still. Massive suckage.

Plus it didn’t even feel like Christmas this year. Visited family, but…I dunno. It just wasn’t, this year.

Used tp use it tp voice porn (gonewildaudo).

Obviously, spez fucked that up.

Good. fuck’em.

I grew up despising liver. Other organ meats qere fine (especially steak and kidney pie!) But I could not do liver. Just…ugh.

Had it at a local diner recently, for reasons I have a hard time elucidating…and while I didn’t love it, I appreciated it far more. Now I few a sort of once-in-a-blue-m9on obligation to have it - even now, having hit middle age, it feels like an obligatory ‘grown-up’ thing to do, a requisite act of adulting.

That said - I also used to hate avocado, but Inexplicably sushi changes that. The one thing from my childhood that is a hate I’ve never revisited is frozen baby lima beans. They were always chalky, bitter, dry, and nasty…yet I saw a lima beann and bacon hummus recipe and some hithertofore unknown part of me wants to try it.

Corgiettes are tight out due to having had toblive off of them f or a summer. NEVER AGAIN.

You’d be better seved taking a more croquette approach - especially Japanese potato and salmon croquettes. I prefer to use gresh cookror frozen, but canned CAN work. Main thing is seasoning your spuds, making then not too big, and frying at the right temp. As a bonus, they ait fry rather well, and I have previously cheated the ‘binding’ by miing buttermilk and a bit of kewpie mayo, dunking the croquettes in that, and tumbling them in panko.

https://m.soundcloud.com/pine-jr/king-ramses-song-man-in-gauze

Mainly because I named my phone The Slab. It’s a Note 10+, and I did the whole notification profile as different Courage screams.

Good. Fuck ElMu. ElMu sucks.

A comparatively mundane example, and possibly unremarkable to many, but I habe incredibly strong feelings about Spider Robinson’s “Callahan’s Crosstime Saloon” and “Callahan’s Lady” series. In particular, I read them during an extremely difficult point in my life, and the eponymous Law of Conservation of Pain and Joy completely changed me and my motivation in life.

I’m not sure what annoys me more - her stupidity, her open hypocrisy (wouldn’t care if she was an adulterous harlot if she wasn’t part of a party that is regressive and oppressive), or the fact that people value her for a combination of her appearance and deliberate offensiveness. She exhibits every behavior that Aviator wearing redneck truck video makers imagine ‘them Antifas’ do,being shrill and obnoxious and ‘disrespectful’, and they’re okay with it because they think it somehow ‘owns the libs’.

Wasn’t able to pull her bullshit when her Fuhrer was indicted in NYC - she needs more FAFO in her life.

The biggest shock/challenge to me is how many would explicitly be okay with the example set for their children or acceptance of such as a prospective in-law. You ask any of those chucklefucks if they’d let their daughter date a jackass like a Trump clone, they’d almost guaranteedly balk…unless they are the sort to admit they’re exactly the same. And those would be the sorts who would encourage their sons to act the same.

I used this name for a specific purpose, then that purpose became irrelevant. With the API fubar, I ditched both of my profile names though this does bone one purpose of one of the old aliases (for my NSFW work) so I may end up bringing it back in some form. I like this name better though.

With its egalitarian nature, people could get a LiFE - because Lemmy is For Everyone.

Perhaps the real tea is the shitposts we made along the way.

In my experience, which is by no means gourmet, there are reasons for both. Sometimes the need gor the garlic is to add a flavor without being explicitly consumed - not quite a tadka, but cooking in oil to release flavors. In those cases presentation comes into play too - sliced fried garlic as garnish, versus crushed and chopped/minced garlic as a cooked-in component.

Many times, I personally cannot be arsed to do garnishes for a dish I am making for flavor cravings, so I fire the garlic in minced. There’s, like, a very few Chinese dishes I’ve had that use the garlic in the cooking but not intended for consumption so in it goes, regardless of whether or not it’s supposed to be included.

I don’t completely disagree, though the argument bears the advantage of hindsight. My suspicion is that the balance of the problem stemmed from the typical right wing obsession with the desire to obliterate the social safety net but the lack of pushback was due to an explicit underestimating of the scope of resulting fuckery - see also those black politicians who didn’t push back on Tough on Crime bullshit. People made bad calls out of panic and circumstances, and fixing the problems are far simpler onbpaper than in application, particularly because of those who see the situation as a feature, not a bug.