I shaved my head back in February to a half an inch long. It finally grew out long enough for me to dye it, and so I decided to go hot ass pink.
So, in the middle of everything today, we ran across a hellaciously distressed momma mallard and a bunch of her baby ducks that had fallen down a sewer grate. Another guy was already trying to fish them out, so my friend and I called animal control before we tried to fish the rest of them out. When Animal Control got there, we had all of them out and the mother duck quacking very happily. I was surprised - none of us got snapped at or hurt. I was even holding onto a bag at one point that had all of them in it and she just watched me.
I love how the duck is perched on the guy’s butt
I’M SO HAPPY
AH GOSH this has made me so happy
what wonderful peopleIt’s like she understood they were helping ;;
Fat Stigma, Healthism and Eating Disorders | Fat Heffalump →
I put some thoughts together on how fat people with eating disorders are often failed by eating disorder support organisations/groups.
Green apple sorbet on a sunny autumn day. on Flickr.
I’m contemplating espresso gelato right now!
The green apple was very nice, but my favourite from this gelateria is their burnt caramel. Om nom nom!
zuky:
I assume you’ve already seen this, but just in case you haven’t, they have this series of mildly passive aggressive politeness reminders on the trains in Japan. This one reads “your seat should only be as wide as your bottom, not the width of your spread legs.” Words to live by.
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A+ Japan
Urgent memo to all men riding buses, trains, and in all public seating areas: “Your seat should only be as wide as your bottom, not the width of your spread legs.”
Somebody want to explain to me how that’s passive-aggressive? It’s very direct, really. Reminder: Do this, not that. I like it.
Fuckin’ YES!! I am so sick of being given the hairy eyeball for “taking up too much space” as a fat woman while dudes all around me pull the old giant invisible testicles pose.
A thin-privileged mindset is feeling entitled to say what is and what is not fat discrimination or fat oppression…even though you’re not fat.
I’ve been seeing way too many of these in various tags, lately. I don’t think the authors of these posts understand they’re proving that fat discrimination and oppression exists, since apparently fat people aren’t allowed to speak for ourselves.
Chicken Salad Sandwich
We feel zero shame in saying that we don’t always brown bag it.
It’s hard to be an adult. Sometimes we cannot believe that anyone on the planet has time to spend the day at the office, commute, make sure your plants/pets/children are clean and watered, put food in your face— potentially feeding others, maybe have a social life or deskank your house, AND still possess the forethought, motivation, clean pans, and stocked fridge necessary to make the next day’s lunch.
Leftovers make us more likely to save the cash of running to the deli next door, but present the problem of being boring and easy to forget in the fridge. The secret we’ve found to successfully taking your lunch to work is to make something that’s exciting— and working with a recipe that’s half done before you even started.
Chicken salad is tasty, nutrient-diverse, and impossibly satisfying. You can make a batch big enough to keep it in the fridge for four days with totally minimal effort— and not too many dishes. When you short cut it by using store bought rotisserie chicken, it is one hundred percent idiot proof. And probably more delicious.
Chicken Salad Sandwich
- 2 cups Grapes
- 4 stalks Celery
- 1 tsp Fresh Thyme
- A Handful of Fresh Parsley
- ½ Rotisserie Chicken
- ¼ cup Greek Yogurt
- ¼ cup Mayonnaise
- 1 tbsp Soy Sauce
- Lots of Black Pepper
- ¼ cup Pistachioes
- Good, sexy, crusty Whole Wheat Sandwich Bread, cut in fat slices
- Lettuce, of your choosing
Grab a big cutting board. Wash your Celery and Grapes, cut into bite size pieces; roughly chop the Parsley and Thyme. Set this produce aside in a large bowl with the Pistachios.
Pull, chop, shred, or otherwise remove the Chicken from its bones. This is the only time we will ever recommend you lose its skin. Because Ew.
Add the Chicken, Yogurt, Mayonnaise, Soy, and Pepper, being sure to mix thoroughly. If things look too dry, add another squirt of Mayo or dollop of Yogurt.
Park it in the fridge overnight in individual portions, and bring your Bread and Lettuce separately.
I just made a variation on this (changed the mix ins really - grapes and celery are not my bag for chicken salad) and it’s DELICIOUS! Lunches for the next few days… sorted.
