hmm

He wants to demonstrate to the class how this thing called electricity works, so he's going to be bringing in a Firebender, so everybody be cool, we're all friends here... and in walks Princess Azula of the Fire Nation. One-time conqueror of the city. One of the students is currently writing an essay on how her brief rule of the city affected fruit trade. She says she considers the class to still be her subjects as she doesn't acknowledge any pretenders to any of her thrones, but for now you're exempted from bowing and "Your Highness" will do. It's a really interesting lecture.

"Okay, guys - hey, listen up, everyone - I won't be here next week, me and Aang are going to-" yeah right, sure, Professor Sokka knows the Avatar. Except, of course, the Avatar walks in sheepishly and says that Appa might have gotten into Sokka's hybrid crops, and then you all have to sit there and watch your professor chase the Avatar around with a sword.

One postgrad student is specializing in Water Tribe Cultures. She's currently studying the massive cultural shift that happened in the Northern Water Tribe at the end of the war - oh, and Professor, I absolutely know that you're from the Southern Water Tribe, but it's just that the shift started with Master Katara, and of course I don't think that every person from the South knows one another haha it's just that I need to ask her some questions and I thought maybe you could help me write a letter or write a letter of introduction or...

Sokka looks at her blankly and goes "yeah, she's my sister. KATARA!" which is followed by a faint answering "fuck you!" from Somewhere and to the horror/elation of our postgrad, Master Katara bursts in and is promptly beaned in the head with a rock by Professor Sokka. Her brother. her hero and her professor are siblings and currently brawling on the floor.

*start to repeat joke*

*stop*

*look at your mother, to you, to your mother, then back to you*

It's for your leftist buddy who got in with a leftist group that promotes eugenics.

It's for your feminist friend who was lured into radical feminism with "divine feminine" rhetoric.

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In fact you should have that.

I would encourage you to have that and have it be out in the air and not stuffed in a drawer, and especially not a wooden one.

The thing is human skin makes oil even when it doesn't feel like it and that oil will soak into adjacent clothing and stuff like absorbent surfaces and stay there, which is a problem because human skin oil, like any oil, goes rancid. You do not want a constant source of that in your wardrobe.

It smells like musty crayons [to me at least] like an old box of crayons in a poorly controlled environment that must have gone a little moldy on the paper wrappers by now.

And I used to smell it on some people all the fucking time and not know what it was. I was genuinely concerned that some people had some kind of medical condition that made their bodies smell like that, and was debating the ethics of finding out what that condition was so I could tell them... or argue with myself about telling them...

Turns out their "condition" is nothing more elaborate than "my mother yelled at me for having laundry out in my room, instead of asking questions or showing me what she did, and that taught me to hide my somewhat used clothes back into my dresser, where I then learned it was acceptable to forget about them and just keep doing that until I feel like I had worn my current clothing enough to not be making too much laundry at once, something else which got me yelled at" I discovered this after having a couple partners who constantly had that fucking musty crayon smell...

... which took me a year to wash out of my fucking clothes after I stopped sharing laundry facilities with them. By the way.

It's infuriating because it smells human adjacent but wrong, so it does smell sick, it smells like mold a little but there's no mold to kill off, it seeps into wooden dressers and makes the whole dresser smell like that so it's hard to tell it isn't mold or an infestation or something, and a LOT of other people can't smell it, not until it's really bad, so they'll make you feel crazy about it... AND fucking AND it smells distinctly, infuriatingly similar to fucking wax crayons... The kinds you coloured with as a child.

So, I want everyone to know it is VERY NORMAL adult human behaviour to have a current roster of "not dirty enough yet" clothing, but you should absolutely not be shamefully hiding it away where that skin oil can permeate anything.

That's why a laundry chair, or a rack or the hooks on the back of your door, or the unused shelf on one side of a cat stand where your cat never goes, etc... is so much better. You want air flow, and if you have to put it against an absorbent surface, you want that surface to have consistent airflow...

neurotic young bachelor

to someone like me.