Consulting Cinnamon

Adult. Follow at your own inconvenience, I switch topics frequently. Working on an original novel! Still in drafts, feel free to ask me about it!

[grooviestsadpapaya]

Sorry about the lack of art but look at this teeny tiny wizard I drew and my triceratops earring for size comparison

[hotvampireadjacent]

They always say “this is just demographic info it won’t be seen” the fuck it will why you asking then

[teaboot]

Op this is a poem

[wizardarchetypes]

in fact i used to work at a breakfast diner and on saturday mornings sometimes families would come in wearing their pajamas. usually the parents were dressed in day clothes but the kids & teenagers were still in pjs and i always thought it was so cute. i imagined the adults telling the kids ‘if you get up quick we can still catch the breakfast menu. you can wear your pajamas just get your shoes on.’ it felt like people were having a big slumber party at my job and i always liked it

[joy-and-whimsy-official]

Joy and whimsy detected! This post is joyful and whimsical!

[rainydaydecaf]

Something that helps

If you blurt out something that you thought would be funny but it comes across as insensitive, just quickly say, “I’m sorry, that was rude, what I meant was…”

If you say something in anger or frustration, take a breath and say, “I’m sorry, that was hurtful, let me rephrase…”

If you say something heartfelt, but it comes across as insincere or ironic, say “That sounds like I’m just saying it, but I’m being truly honest…”

If you accidentally tell the waiter “enjoy your meal” just laugh and say a quick “so sorry, my brain isn’t working today!” and you will most likely get a commiserating chuckle in return.

Most of the time, the other person will accept your apology with no harm done. Sometimes they even insist they understood what you meant the first time and clarification was not needed. At times, maybe they have a right to be upset, but it never hurts to apologize again so they know that you’re taking their feelings into account.

Repeat after me. It’s okay to be bad at conversation. Knowing how to apologize makes it easier.

[captain-johanssons-wooden-ear]

Its not a sign of weakness to be able to apologize

[turing-tested]

is this orange or yellow.

[turing-tested]

its yellow you are all wrong i have decided just now

[dogonitblog]

hey op, what does this say?

[turing-tested]

nice try but i’m not colorblind it says 71

[khazel-t]

[clearcutcasualty]

Am I tripping?

Is that not 71?

[rankeluck]

You’re slightly colorblind, that is 74 and the color of the car is orange.

[clearcutcasualty]

[world-heritage-posts]

world heritage post

[cranberrybogmummy]

It’s orange

[yumiiiiiii]

it’s literally 71

[jessbeinme15]

Bestie it’s 74

[yumiiiiiii]

[jessbeinme15]

[spacepaprika]

Y’all it clearly fucking says 21

[galvantual-moved-deactivated202]

where are you getting that from?

[rudolphsboyfriend]

Babes it’s 81 what r yall seeing

[vang0bus]

its 74 bestie you might be colorblind

[royal-random-the-yogurt-queen]

That 81 person can see shrimp colors

[astraltrickster]

I took exactly the same image, increased the saturation, and shifted it to a part of the spectrum most people can see better.

For all your no-YOU-have-the-weird-color-vision argument-solving needs.

Also, the car is orange.

[rubykgrant]

[vaultoffaggotry]

Posting this in case anyone is color blind and doesn’t know it lmao

[adamsmasher]

@cartoondog

[things-about-cars-in-posts]

So, I wanted to identify the car, and I was dead set on Subaru because those looked like a Subaru door handle and the Sunshine Orange Subaru painted the XV, known in the US as the XV Crosstrek because I don’t write the jokes about yankees needing shit spelled out, the world writes them and I just read them aloud.

So surely this is the car in picture, one would think, especially once assured by Google Lens that that’s what the picture depicts. But there’s one conclusion I kept coming back to:

Yes, people. Someone out there not only cares what car we think that is but is actively working to deceive us into thinking that is the last generation of the car I keep having to remind myself is not spelled Crosstek. But I will not fall for it, and with my help neither will you!

From such a closeup, in fact, one would surely, if not notice the upper feature line being a nick further out than the upper edge of the handle hole, at least notice the presence of a lower feature line below it, or at the VERY least the doorline curve to its right being concave and not convex.

So perhaps the previous generation had the simpler lines we’re looking for?

Yes, but also a handle recess that does not reach all the way to the back of the handle, so, having gotten back to square one, I resorted to a cunning strategy: waiting ‘til I got home and finding the picture source on my computer.

(Which I could still do on my phone too if Google wasn’t hellbent on pretending Lens could ever be a serviceable replacement for the OG reverse image search when you can’t even sort matches by fucking size and its idea of exact matches is as accurate as my idea of staying on topic speaking of which what were we talking about I swear this never happens.)

And I found it’s a 2009-2014 Subaru Liberty (name by which Aussies got the Legacy ‘till 2020).

But, oh the irony, the orange that clued me onto the Subaru brand altogether? It never adorned this generation. And this, as you can see in this more accurate lighting, is not even that orange. Because as it turns out…

Indeed, in the ultimate act of deceit, what you were looking at wasn’t yellow paint nor orange paint for, being a wrap, it wasn’t paint altogether!

This explains what would otherwise be a bafflingly uninteresting picture: in any normal car, that’s just a door handle. In a car basically coated with sticker, that is a flex.

And yes, fortunately, the filename can chime in in the debate.

Not saying that a color necessarily is anything someone making it is willing to say it is, but if you mean to insist that this is yellow…

…well, go tell 3M that. Or go get told that by 3M! They do offer samples.

Links in blue are posts of mine about the topic in question: if you liked this post, you might like those - or the blog’s Discord server, linked in the pinned post!

EDIT: This is, by some order of magnitude, this blog’s most popular post, and I’m happy to have entertained so many. If you’re one of them, like @uxbridgeenglishdictionary here…

…I have great news for you: there’s now a spinoff blog called @what-is-this-car, dedicated to identifying make, model, generation and year of vehicles seen around or sent its way, and explaining what gave them away! I work on it with the very appreciated help of many talented friends, and I’d love of you to check it out. (And, well, to check this blog out too, if you have the time.) Thanks! :)

Also, @furreteatingicecream posted a render of what the picture looks like to those suffering from protanomaly (or red-weak colorblindness), courtesy of color-blindness.com’s color blindness simulator.

If you think this doesn’t look any different, well, we may have worked out why you don’t think it’s orange.

[ruffboi-mags]

[dogpuppy]

[randyhag]

A study of my little Parisian angel

[achillesinhighheels]

[hirsuteandcute]

I'm just going to say it - body hair (and beauty standards in general) is truly one of the final frontiers of women's issues in the West. Too many women just love their gilded cage too much. It shocks me how virulently women will defend it. I barely open my mouth and the "well I like how it feels. it just makes me feel cleaner. sensory issues. I do it for me. feminism is about choosing (to conform)." brigade come rushing in by the dozens.

Well I don't like how it feels. I don't feel cleaner without body hair. I don't prefer not having body hair. But who will advocate for women like me, but me? For women who do like hair removal, they are advocated for every time they step out of the house and see 99% of the female population also conforming to that standard, or when they watch a movie and see all the shaved actresses, or view an advertisment, or open a magazine, or watch a music video, or scroll through social media, or walk down the streets without receiving insults and glares for having a completely normal bodily feature.

You genuinely can't even point out that hairlessness is a man-made standard without women losing their shit and acting like they are totally immune to propaganda they've been exposed to from birth. I'm so tired.

[setulose]

One of life's great ironies is that almost everyone who makes the active decision to not have kids would probably be way better at raising a child than all the people who just kind of have children because it's what they think everyone is supposed to do

[callmekohaii]

I strongly disagree with this, but I understand where you're coming from. It does seem like a lot of times CF people are more realistic about the reality of what child rearing looks like. The majority of people I've met who are CF describe the work, the commitments, the sacrifices that you have to make to be a good parent when they explain why they don't want children. Contrasted with people who dowant, they tend to see child rearing with a more rosy outlook, describing all the wonderful things they're going to be able to do with their children for all the bonding they'll be able to do. Child-wanting people tend to be more optimistic and CF people tend to be more pragmatic/realistic.

However, I find it hard to believe that a person who doesn't want children could ever be a good parent. In my experience the best parents are people who really really really want a child, and are very realistic about what that is going to look like. It is an insane amount of sacrifice and requires a crazy amount of patience and if you do not want children you will not be doing those sacrifices. I know for a fact that I would not do half the things that are required to be a good parent if I was in a situation where I was forced to be one because I have absolutely no interest in doing any of them. I personally don't think children are interesting and I don't particularly want to hang out with them and I would not be interested in sacrificing my time and energy to make my child's life better past the bare minimum simply because I'm not interested. I don't think this makes me evil because I'm not going to be having any children, but if I did have children this would make me a profoundly neglectful parent. I honestly think most CF people probably would be terrible parents simply because they don't enjoy hanging out with children, or they are interested in making the sacrifices necessary to be a good parent. They might theoretically do the things that they are supposed to do, but they would do them begrudgingly And would be obvious to the child that they were a burden. Unfortunately so many people are raised by parents who did not want them and clearly only did the bare minimum because they were required to.

I think the issue is is that a lot of people who "want children" only want the idea of children. They're not interested in caring for and negotiating for the wants and needs of a small, opinionated human being who has limited ability to control their emotions and limited ability to communicate. They're interested in a doll they can dress up, a legacy they can continue, someone to indoctrinate, something to alleviate their boredom, someone to take care of them in their old age or simply what they believe is the next steppingstone in adulthood. None of those desires are appropriate reasons to have a child. They're not interested in caring for someone who is going to have their own wants and needs, some of which are going to go directly against the parents wants and needs. Those are the types of people who end up making terrible parents.

However, truly engaged parents that desperately want children and are interested in their children as people and treat their children like their thoughts opinions and feelings matter the same as any other person are the only people who are ever going to be good parents because those are the only people who are going to make the sacrifices necessary to be parents at all

[michaeladavenport]

Michael A Davenport, 3,090 Degrees Fahrenheit (Oil on canvas, 2025)

30in x 48in

[koifrog]

From the artist’s Inprnt:

“3,090 degrees Fahrenheit is the temperature at which sand becomes glass, in a process known as the Pilkington Process. This is not the temperature of burning; this is the temperature of becoming something.”

[yugsly]

Snoopy mitosis, acrylic on canvas

[macklesufficient]

bad news everyone: i have a take

[macklesufficient]

the loneliness epidemic/gen z dead-eyed stare/poor socialization of younger generations and increasing rudeness of older ones is kinda an internet thing and kinda a pandemic thing but it is also the well-meaning chickens of the Stranger Danger movement coming home to roost

[macklesufficient]

something something everybody thinks violent crime is at a high when it’s at a 30 year low, something something training your children to see everyone outside of their family as a threat until you yourself believe it, something something. again this was well-intentioned, people want their kids to be safe, but when you’ve heard “dont talk to strangers” all your life it’s hard to kill that instinct as an adult

[macklesufficient]

but yeah if you’re an early 20-something person, it might be helpful to be directly told this: talk to strangers. that rule only applied when you were a child. you not only should but must talk to strangers

[heaveninawildflower]

'Feeding the Bunnies' (1912) by Helen Hyde.

Colour woodcut on paper.

Image and text information courtesy The Smithsonian.

[youremysunshine8]

The miller wanted to impress the world, so he said "my daughter can pass any multiple choice test!" And the child was shown into a room with only a number 2 pencil and a Scantron, and told to pass the test or else she would surely die.

"But I do not have the time to study so much!" The girl cried, and then a little creature appeared behind her.

"I can make sure you pass the test, but what would you give me?" Said the creature.

"My healthy sleep schedule," said the girl. He accepted the bargain, and she passed the test.

But then she was put into honors classes, and again found herself locked in a room with only a pencil and a Scantron.

"What would you give me if I help you pass?" Said the man, appearing behind her again.

"I would give my active social life," said the child, and the bargain was again struck.

Then the girl was put into another room, with more tests than she knew what to do with. When the creature appeared again, she said she had nothing left to give.

"Of course you do," said the creature, "simply give up your identity and self esteem, and you shall pass the tests!"

The girl gave it up, and she graduated with high honors. But she was not happy, and neither was her cruel father, for his prized child was no longer in school and so he could no longer brag about her.

Finally, she went to therapy and the therapist helped her name the creature: he was guilt and shame, familial expectations, a system designed to crush children to pick out the "gifted," the melancholy of lost opportunities and the anxiety of the future. Knowing the creature's name, the girl was at last able to reclaim her sleep, then her friends, and finally her sense of self.

"What you really need," said the therapist, "is a hobby."

"I've been thinking of getting into spinning actually," said the girl.

[reddroomba-art]

[jareckiworld]

Alexis Mata — I Dreamed of a Forest, the Sun Between Mountains, Sunset, Colours Divided (oil on canvas, 2023)