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Cake day: June 2nd, 2023

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  • Yes, I understand that and I really wish we did things that way. But we as a society are a different beast than we were a century ago.

    Plastics started to creep up in the 60s, maybe earlier than that, and back then not only we were a smaller population, but we also relied a lot less on parcels. Online shopping was non existent. Smaller scale and more local businesses made reuse and recycle easier (think glass milk bottles delivered to you; I also remember shopping cookies loose by the kilo when I was a kid, and I no longer see that as the norm anymore). This also made transport logistics easier and less reliant on packaging to endure long trips.

    It’s good to see the positive replies here, but that also depresses me because it means the only reason we have so much plastic is corporate greed








  • I don’t understand why you got so much hate either.

    I find the idea somewhat silly and a bit self contradicting, I’ll explain why but first, to answer your question, no, I don’t know of any romance movies where the MC is a tatebro asshole.

    Why it’s a silly idea: if the MC is such an asshole then it’s probably not going to be romance but you would instead have a solid drama/thriller plot device there. She thinks he loves her but instead she gets abused and that’s the point of the story.

    You could say though, that it’s a romance story in which the male love interest is an incel tatebro asshole and somehow we get a character arc in which he sees the errors of his ways and actually changes, but I’m not sure this would make for a good movie. Perhaps a romantic comedy with some fantasy/magic elements which would explain why he can change so drastically. Something like ‘Shallow Hal’ would be an example for this category (and not a good movie btw) and the best runner up for your original question. But I still think as a plot idea it would be tacky at best. You’d need some solid writing to pull that off.




  • The most disgusting thing at least for myself was when I caught some stomach flu. A strain on steroids ha. I learned that uncontrollable projectile vomit and projectile diarrhoea are very real things and I hope I don’t experience it again. I was house-sitting too, and alone, which made everything more difficult. I lost a pair of pants - they reeked so badly I couldn’t wash the smell away. I vomited everywhere in the house, passed out with fever, would wake up hours later, attempt to clean, vomit some more, fall asleep again. Literally I thought I could die dehydrated.

    But for other people my most disgusting thing was that time I was like 8 y/o and ate grilled cow intestines. Now, for context, that’s a totally normal dish in South America. But the thing is, these intestines hadn’t been properly cleaned. So they had cow shit inside. No, I didn’t enjoy them. I started spitting this chewed up barf that looked like slimy porridge. It didn’t have much taste or smell but it was like grimy sludge I wasn’t enjoying really. Everyone at the table went ewwww ugh oh no oh go wash your mouth omg and gagging. Whatever. Grown ups make a fuss over nothing.