ALL sorts. But mainly "extended breastfeeding is child abuse and promoting breastfeeding is antifeminist anyway because it reduces women to animals / food sources."
o.0 BURNS BURNS BURNS.
I mean, the correct answer is "is awesome if you can do it and want to, and if you can't or don't, don't beat yourself up, because the real antifeminist thing here is being a smug jerkhead about a woman's feeding choices, unless those choices are feeding the kid whiskey and pork rinds, in which case, have fun."
But, you know. That's just me.
Afri-Cola commercial (1968)
Makes women feminine and free. Also, it doesn't matter if you get married or not.
A very strange commercial.
eta: Ooh, it has a cool history!
This sacrelicious 1960 German TV ad for "Afri-Cola" was the subject of much controversy for its depictions of stoned nuns tripping on sugarwater.
Following its TV broadcast, this commercial was the subject of great discussion: nuns lounge around in an afri-cola rush. It led to a boycott of the Bayerisch Rundfunk, and in a letter, Cardinal Frings mentions afri-cola in connection with the "denigration of the church".
I had to run an errand before coffee this morning -- so to amuse myself I had dancing llamas with the drama part on the accent beats.
I thought it was funny.
and I know you can't stop beating on yourself, but many, may famous,good authors missed deadlines. Creativity does not always work on a schedule - so just keep moving forward.
"sacrelicious"?
Sacrilegious + delicious!
many, may famous,good authors missed deadlines.
Yeah, it was Douglas Adams who said, “I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.”
I think it's also useful not to think of writing as some magical thing that very few people can do, or that requires a special muse or whatever. It's a job. Some days you call out sick. Some days you don't do your best. But if you keep showing up, you can get it done.
Oops. I llama dramaed again, at my desk. I think no one saw.
Aw Allyson, I would so give you an A!
I am looking things up today, first paw paw and now sous vide. So I am feeling a bit brainless, but at least I have the good sense to follow the lead of my mom the librarian and look things up.
This is a horrible word. There shouldn't be a word for that. It just endorses it.
It is a horrible word. That's what happened to my mom, but I never knew what to call it so I just had to describe it, which is worse. I'm sorta glad there's a word for it.
How?
Cook one chopped onion on high for 6 hours, stirring once an hour (you can get fancy and add some other ingredients for part of that time, I like garlic and apples), then 1 pound of chicken liver stirred into the onion and cooked for another hour. At that point everything is pretty much falling apart and stirring with a wooden spoon will "chop" it. Maybe add a tablespoon of port to smooth out the texture. Add chopped hard-boiled eggs if you like that sort of thing.
Way easier than any other method I've tried.
