I don't know, and I regret it. My eyebrows never fully recovered.
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16 year old me was pretty convinced I'd have my life together by 26 (loooool) and I'm 39 and definitely not together in many ways, so uh...no. But she also thought she'd be married and then have a couple of kids and be a history teacher, so she was wrong on most levels. It wasn't even what I really wanted, it was just what I thought I was supposed to do. But hey, the severe anxiety and depression are managed a lot better and my eyebrows are miles better than they were then, so I got that going for me.
I just read the one about people getting fired for refusing to approve recipes with a bunch of unnecessary Splenda. Splenda gives the ADA a ton of money, so now they're pushing salads with added sweetener. Some kind of potato lobby gives the ADA money, and shocker, suddenly they're recommending potatoes to people who shouldn't eat excess carbs. It's pretty fucking shameful.
"All my friends are sex offenders or spineless followers, boys will be boys! 🤷♂️"
Ok bud. Just because you hung out with the cast of a bad 80s movie doesn't mean everyone acts like that. And sure, maybe some kids will try it but literally no one with half a brain would fall for the excuse that they're trans with zero other evidence. Actual trans kids aren't making the bathroom their sole or first place to transition.
I'm planning a party the day he dies, but before/after that, I'm down to never hear his name again.
Cool, still not my problem. They can hire people to care about it, I'm not ratting people out. And let's be real, a lot of those companies lie and blame theft for higher prices and store closures and then it turns out they're actually full of crap. Target got caught doing that like 5 minutes ago.
None of these companies are worried about me when they jack their prices up while people are struggling. I don't know why I would ever give a shit about them. I'm just here to buy moisturizer and stay in my lane.
No, I said pick a dog that meets your needs, don't decide you need a particular breed and refuse to change your mind. Of course there are breeds that generally have certain traits so there's nothing wrong with saying, "I'm open to any of these," but people need to recognize that there are plenty of mutts that might be the right fit, or other breeds that might also be a good match. Instead, there's a whole subset of people who pick a breed because they like how it looks, or they like the idea of it, refuse to consider any other options, and then end up rehoming the dog when it doesn't fit perfectly into their lives.
Yes but a lot of people decide they want X breed because it's cute, and don't account for how that kind of dog will actually fit into their lives. Waaaay too many end up going to backyard breeders because the dog they want isn't common in shelters and they absolutely must have one. And then 6 months later, they're on Nextdoor rehoming it.
If more people said, "this is what I can provide a dog, these are breeds that might be a good fit but I'm open," and then went to the shelter looking for the best match, everyone would be better off.
Most people really need to stop getting their hearts set on a specific breed when adopting. I constantly see posts of people rehoming dogs because they can't keep up with them or meet their needs. Like, yeah, maybe instead of adopting a 1 year old Aussie, you should've gotten a 5 year old chihuahua if you're not the kind of person who runs and does agility and shit.
Also, I had a labradoodle who was rescued (as a 7 year old) from a puppy mill, which is where pretty much all doodles come from now. He shed like a motherfucker, was absolutely not hypoallergenic, and cost a ton of time and money in grooming bills. He was also the single most anxious dog I've ever had. We adored him but they're not some magical perfect breed. (We didn't seek one out, my parents just fell in love when I was fostering him.)
I'm from CO and dating here is terrible. It wasn't so bad in my 20s, but doing it in my 30s has been almost entirely shit to the point that I've given up, and so have a lot of other people. I love the state, don't get me wrong, but it's expensive and the single men seem to have formed some kind of mediocrity pact. The last woman I dated went from witchy pagan to hijab-wearing Muslim convert for a man she'd met in person once, so I haven't had better luck on the queer scene either.
That said, joining queer spaces wherever you end up is a good way to dip your toes in the water without feeling the pressure that an explicitly dating-oriented site/activity might cause. Join clubs, go to bars, whatever. If you meet someone that way, it'll likely feel a lot more natural.
I'm not sure. Salad dressing, maybe? But the Guardian article was talking about recipes having like, 1/4 cup of Splenda, which sounds insane for salad no matter where you put it.