And then he gave me kind of a blank look and said "Okay, that is. Very good to know."

One day a woman in her fifties came in. She looked at the pretty amphora displays and the sample cups before she turned to me. “What would go well with steak?”

“Oh, some of the fruit vinegars would be a nice finisher,” I said, talking out my ass. Like, I’d eat that but whether it’s conventionally accepted to douse a steak in mango vinegar is up for debate.

“I’ve been a vegetarian for forty years, but my doctor suggested I might need more red meat. So I thought I’d get a steak tonight and I don’t know much about preparing it.”

I stared at this woman. This fully adult human woman. Who had just spoken to a doctor. And I said, “Do not buy a steak tonight.”

“What? Why?”

“You’ve been a vegetarian for forty years?”

“Yes?”

“Then your body has no idea how to process meat. You will get so sick.” It was pure luck that I knew this. I had a few hardcore vegetarian friends who had been exposed to meat at potluck dishes and told me about the ensuing horrors as their gentle veggie gut biome was overrun with flesh. And how consequently their toilet overfloweth.

“Really?!”

“Yes,” I said, emphatically. “If you want to try to incorporate meat I would start with a tiny portion of fish, and slowly work your way up, but your insides will not know what to do with steak.”

“Wow! I’m so glad I mentioned that to you.”

Joe Russo:

The disregard that leaks through parts of the MCU, two of the new Star Trek movies, and the new Star Wars trilogy really is baffling to me. So many people love these franchises and would have lovingly poured their heart and soul into them. And filmmakers who just didn’t care were handed these films?? Imagine what we could have gotten if actual fans had been allowed to make these movies. 

Oh wait, I don’t have to imagine. People who love these franchises and these characters put their tiny amounts of free time and overwhelming effort into producing fanfiction and fanart for these characters every day. I could go on AO3 right now and in half a dozen clicks get sweeping, beautiful, poetic treatises on the human condition written through these ‘Verses. Vast arrays of adventures starring these characters, and the characters themselves would be lovingly adored by their writers. I could enjoy content made by people who care. 

i decided to try a romcom i somehow missed i the 2000s 'head over heels' and i got 3 and a half minutes in and we're introduced to the lonely MC with bad taste in men as evidenced by her extremely short list of ex boyfriends, including her first boyfriend when she was 11 or something because i guess that's still relevant in her adult life.

so she's resigned herself to never finding love and prefers to ignore men to focus all her energy into her career.

this job is immediately presented as though it's for spinsters with no hope of ever finding a man.

the mc's lesbian bestie (whose first line involves her being scolded for being too sexual in the workplace, but moving on) points out their colleagues as evidence that they're doomed to a romance-less, sexless life if they don't switch up their shared career path. the colleagues are three old women, so-dubbed "the menopause triplets":

these women are presented as if they have no idea what's going on at any given moment. this is 2001, and presumably this is an entry level job requiring low effort and no experience.

then their boss bursts into the room, unceremoniously bumping a large painting into the door jam and walls, announcing that it's a new project for our MC.

our MC is thrilled to see the painting. apparently it's a light in the daily slog at her dreary job for loser women with nothing going on in their lives.

And that job is? Conservator of paintings (specializing in Renaissance) at the New York City Metropolitan Museum of Art.

The painting being handled like an old couch on its way to the curb?

The Bacchanal of the Andrians by Titian.

Her lesbian colleague who is presumably also a a highly trained & skilled curator finds it depressing that the MC is so excited about the painting.

Superman intervening in a conflict in the Middle East in order to save civilian lives

A twelve-minute long sequence where Lois and Clark debate the political and moral implications of Superman intervening in said conflict,

during which they note that the invading nation of Boravia is a close US ally despite their president’s shady track record,

and that the invaded nation of Jarhanpur having a controversial government does not justify the mass slaughter of their civilian population (who also seem to be primarily Muslim)

Lex Luthor is a billionaire misogynist with eugenicist overtones who invests heavily into propaganda and misinformation to make himself look good and turn public opinion against his enemies

Luthor is also privately allied with the Boravian government and is providing them weaponry in exchange for half of Jarhanpur’s land to develop in his own image

Luthor is operating a black site for-profit prison where he incarcerates political prisoners, whistleblowers and any ex-girlfriends that try to leave him

Luthor thoughtlessly murders an innocent Palestinian-American man just to taunt Superman, much to the cackling delight of Boravia’s pasty white president

Speaking of the Boravian president, when that guy orders a second invasion of the (mostly-unarmed) Jarhanpur, he publicly claims it’s to “liberate” the people of Jarhanpur while simultaneously commanding his army to genocide the entire population of the country

and as an added kicker, the Boravian president at one point claims during a press conference that Superman is only saving people to build a “harem” of exploited women, before leaving to privately surround himself with fawning young women, and later visiting Luthor’s private prison that’s full of kidnapped and abused women

The US government makes a big show of brutalizing Superman during his arrest before very publicly perp-walking him away (despite Superman actually turning himself over to federal custody, and also Superman apparently only being handcuffed with standard-issue cuffs due to the Earth’s explicit lack of kryptonite)

When Superman points out that nobody read him his Miranda rights, Rick Flagg says “you’re an alien, you don’t have rights” before shipping him off to the aforementioned black-site prison