Nienna Weeps

Women wanted to be lawyers and engineers and chemists. They wanted to use their brains in challenging and interesting ways. They wanted to get the satisfaction from solving problems and inventing new shit and getting attention for it.

But if you’ll notice in my post, I’m pointing out a piece that is missing, which is that women also had ambition and a desire to do things which go above and beyond informal work or undervalued and low paying jobs or domestic labor because some women have fun doing those things.

Yes, I was tearing through books constantly, and talking to this teacher at least weekly. Because even though I always loved reading as a kid, literature was always a very weak subject for me in terms of a teaching-to-standardized-test school setting (I just do awful on "what color were the curtains" type multiple choice questions. Those details don't stick in my memory THEY JUST DON'T). But that didn't matter for this class. I could just read my way out of any bad test score. I have always had fond memories of how I "fudged" my way through that class and "abused' the extra credit policy.

Because publishing houses will not continue printing paper books if libraries are their only customers.

I can’t believe there’s not a stoner movie about the guy whose job it is to empty this box at the airport. 

(For the perplexed: weed is legal in Illinois, but not in every state, so this is for folks who managed to get through TSA with weed in their bag and then realized they shouldn’t take it with them to wherever they’re going. I have no idea what happens to the giant sack of weed that undoubtedly results.)

#oceans eleven style heist movie about stealing The Weed Box

Even if these interviewers play it off this time, they won’t again, because they know he’ll call them out.

This is the thread I got mad in!

Aside from the fact that kids (and adults!) need and are entitled to regular mental breaks, keeping a bored kid in the classroom isn’t going to magically make them pay attention. What it IS going to do is create an environment of distraction for the people around them. You wanna know how I know? I was that kid. I have adhd, and when I wasn’t able to get up and walk around, I talked to everyone. Constantly. When allowed to go outside and refresh my brain when needed, I became a lot less disruptive.

And when it’s older kids? If a high schooler doesn’t want to learn something, they’re not going to, and you can’t make them. That’s their mistake to make. As a teacher, try making the material more accessible and engaging. That’s your job. Whether the student does their job is on them.

The kids learned to be respectful of the food BY THEMSELVES. Y’all should have seen it. Kids were policing each other in how much food they took, so that one student wouldn’t take all the zebra cakes or whatever, but not a single time was a kid scolded for taking a couple packs of crackers or whatever. And they all made sure that no one left trash around. 

“Have fun training Small Lady!!! :-D :-D :-D”

“But… I’m 15?”

“Can’t hear you, busy ruling the world.”

Thing is, it’s not really Usagi or Mamoru that end up raising Chibi-Usa during that time (their interactions with her - especially Usagi’s imo - are extremely important to her development and growth as a senshi and as a person and I get that but they aren’t raising her anymore than a big sister or brother would.)

Ikuko and Kenji Tsukino are. 

Ikuko is her de facto mother. Kenji her daddy. Shingo her big brother.

NQS can do a lot of things for her daughter. She’s Queen of the Entire Freaking Planet, after all. Small Lady has the best things money and magic crystals can buy.  But that’s nothing compared to the greatest gift she thought she could give her little girl.

Because amid the mounting centuries and the crystal spires and the perfect society, NQS remembers her years growing up in the Tsukino home in the Juuban ward of 20th century Tokyo as the best years of her life. So she gave it to Small Lady.

She knows she’s not the best mother she can be, because of the burden placed on her. But to NQS, Ikuko Tsukino was.  NQS gave Small Lady the gift of a family, her family, for however brief a time.  And maybe that was part of it

Firstly, a large dose of attention and unconditional love from a dedicated family. Because for Small Lady, her bio parents don't just belong to her. They're sincerely important people, with a fuckton of responsibilities, so they can't dedicate the time to their kid as they'd want. This is probably at least part of the reason why Chibiusa is an only child. So having the Tsukinos there gives Chibiusa a family who can do that for her. Who have the time most days to make her a box lunch for school, who can show up for her events, who can help her fix her hair and ask her about her day. And keep doing for months and years, without worrying about the other responsabilities that they're ignoring to do this.

This is a great question, my dear! I'm a pretty adventurous eater myself so I can't relate. Therefore, let's turn it over to Bitch Nation!

What say you, bitchlings? How do you picky eaters try new foods without feeling overwhelmed or guilty?

And here's our grocery shopping article:

How to Shop for Groceries like a Boss 

If you do like what you try, then great! Search google for recipes by image until you find something that looks similar to what you ate and enjoyed. Start there and modify it if need be.

If you don't hate whatever you've tried, but you don't like it, then ask yourself what exactly you don't like. Is it the taste? Is it one of those things where you'd enjoy it if the red sauce was hotter/sweeter/tasted less like oregano? Or something like having the crispy coating be too crunchy compared to the gooey center? Is there some identifiable element of taste or texture that you can easily swap out at home? If there is, great again! You now have a meal idea that can be brought home and bent until it breaks. Because that's the thing, you are allowed to swap out every single part of the meal until it makes something else entirely. You have permission and nobody can stop you. One of my all time favorite recipes started life off as a Jalapeno Popper soup. It was never bad, but never quite what i wanted either. I have made so many swaps, additions, and changes in ratio, that it is now a loaded baked potato soup with jalapeno and cauliflower in it (because i still have to sneak myself vegetables). It's delicious and i gorge on it at least once a winter. The point is to find food you like that you can feasibly rotate through your cooking/meal planning/whatever system you use. If what you tried wasn't it but that led you to a variation you do like? Perfect.

So you try your new thing at the company christmas party, or that new diner down the street, but you hate everything about it. You never want to have it again, it is THE WORST. Then ok. You have lost exactly 1 meal, or less. Which sucks, but is realistically cheaper and less wasteful than spending all of the money, effort, and time to make Spicy Pork Meatball Stuffed Peppers only to realize after the fact that the taste and texture of a baked bell pepper makes you want to put your face through the table. So that little bit you just cannot eat? Is the least wasteful and most economical choice of the two. Good job expanding your palatal horizons in a conscientious manner.

Thinking about what works for you and what doesn't is also helpful. For example, if you've only eaten an ingredient prepped a certain way, maybe you'd like it if was prepared differently, or seasoned differently, or whatever. Or you can think about your favorite part of a certain dish and look for similar things.

I'm a Canadian, and I've hardly ever had to pay a damn penny for anything related to hospitals.

If I've gone to the emergency room, no charge. Had to go to outpatients for a blood draw or other sample, no charge. Getting a procedure done, no charge. The only time I've ever had a charge in my 30+ years of life was the time I was in an ambulance, and that was about $150. That's it. The only hospital bill I've ever paid in my entire life.