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[systlin]

I’ve noticed, the last few days as the temperature has steadily dropped that my appetite is kicking into Cold Weather Mode. 

Warm weather appetite; “Ahh, a salad would be nice, maybe a bit of fish and fruit.”

Cold weather appetite; “Okay, brain, we’re cranking up the metabolism because it’s cold out, so tell the stomach that we want STARCH and BUTTER and we want it RIGHT NOW.” 

[systlin]

Warm weather appetite; Ehh, don’t really feel like dessert, but maybe a cookie or something. 

Cold weather appetite; Brownies. All of them. Now. 

[systlin]

Yes! Cold weather makes our bodies work harder to stay warm, and burns through calories a lot faster. This is why a lot of cultures who live in cold climates eat a lot of rich foods and have traditions like butter tea. You need the calories to stay warm. 

If this is your first time in colder weather, your body is having to adapt real fast, and so you’re burning food energy like tinder to keep the ol’ warm blooded system revved up. If you don’t get the food energy your body is demanding, it’ll save energy other places to keep the heat cranked up, and you’ll find yourself becoming really lethargic and tired. 

Have some extra peanut butter toast (so long as you aren’t allergic to peanuts, of course) and make some chili. 

[disasterlarper]

Also learn the non-physical signs of hunger!

Did u kno ur first “I’m hungry” signal is when your thoughts keep turning to food? If you’re thinking about food, and your brain keeps wandering back to food- you’re hungry. Have a snack. Or a meal, if it’s meal time!

Making cupcakes and taking one, two, ten secret tastes of frosting? You’re in a calorie deficit and the bank is here to COLLECT. Eat something!

(I reccomend going at the frosting with a spoon, which also serves as an impromptu lesson on the body self regulating- it Will Taste Bad once you’ve had your fill, and despite what media tells you, it will probably be closer to two big ol bites, not like… all of it.)

Tired, lethargic, kinda cranky? You’re hungry!

Irrationally angry? Try a snack.

Cold, even when you should logically be warm? Food.

Overwhelmingly stressed by things you’re normally OK with? It’s tortilla time!

If you don’t eat when you’re hungry your winter experience is going to be a miserable back and forth between Too Full and Fucking Starving

(Why yes, most American women live in a perpetual calorie deficit, why do you ask?)

Welcome to the Midwest!

[menstru8r-deactivated20210616]

people are fine with feminism as long as it doesn’t actually mean anything

[daisywords]

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

[naliniasha]

Can you talk more about Elle Woods being autistic in Legally Blonde? :)

Elle strictly follows the traditional rules of femininity as dictated by southern californian culture, with special interests in the color pink, fashion, and her parter. She is extremely trusting and takes people literally when they are kind to her which is OK when she “stays in her place” as gender norms dictate, but as she leaves her familiar habitus in which she has cultivated social, cultural, and symbolic capital through careful study and adherence to these social norms, she finds herself ostracized and abused. Even though she is hyperlexic and has a high IQ (as traditionally defined), she has difficulty reading social cues in new environments. She also copes with transitioning into new circumstances by falling back onto familiar routines of personal hygiene and filling her personal space with familiar items. She is also extremely ethical to her personal morals which gets her into difficulty when social norms dictate being flexible with one’s ethics. She also does not privilege human companionship over other species. 

damn…. I should write an article on this. This was fun. Mostly because I’m the Elle Woods flavor of Autistic in many ways. 

Elle Woods is the kind of Autistic that most neurotypicals can’t recognize because she is camouflaged in “socially acceptable” practices, but to someone who is also Autistic is clear that the way she approaches these practices is neuroatypical. Many Autistic women survive and ‘blend in’ by making traditional feminine norms their special interests, and their neuroatypicality can often become disabling only when they change habitus, which means the circle of people and environment and all the culture and practices that go with it. They spend a lifetime getting “good” at one habitus and fitting in, but suddenly stand out as “different” when their habitus changes. Autistic women are also often extremely trusting, and when they are “attractive” by traditional feminine norms they don’t question when people are kind to them. They assume people mean well unless they say otherwise, making them highly susceptible to abuse and bullying, often by fellow women. Many Autistic women have above average IQs (by traditional definitions) and apply these abilities to traditional feminine practices such as fashion, art, homemaking, pop culture, etc. So they don’t fit the stereotypes of the “absent minded professor” which is extremely gendered male and white. As many Autistic people often feel that other people, often partners, are their special interests, some Autistic women are camouflaged by their focus and dedication to a boyfriend or husband, because gender norms literally normalize this as an acceptable, desirable practice. Practicing their ethics with strict black and white rules, they can appear to be extremely “pious,” religious, and “dedicated” wives and mothers, which again is normed by gender practices and camouflaged. If they experience OCD qualities, these are often practiced in homemaking-related skills like cooking, cleaning, and personal hygiene, again… all camouflaged by gender norms as simple being a “good girl” and a “good wife and mother.” 

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

let's put Scooby and the gang in a genuine horror movie situation, i wanna see what these freaks are truly capable of

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

"didn't they already do this with—" no. put them in a slasher film. put them in a BLOODBATH. put this van full of weirdoes in a Texas Chainsaw Massacre scenario i have FAITH in them

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

THEY'D DO WELL IN SAW

[batneko]

okay I'm thinking about this

not Saw specifically but a slasher with a legit body count. Summer camp slashers are overplayed but I think it really works because it's the type of thing the Scooby gang WOULD get caught up in.

like some of the counselors didn't show up (got got) so the head counselor calls his younger cousin to see if him and his friends can fill in last minute. They show up and they're a bunch of nerds, one of them even has an anxiety dog, and they don't have a big role at first. It seems like the movie is setting them up as cannon fodder.

and then the deaths start and suddenly the nerds are locked the fuck in. The little one with the glasses actually fixed the phone line and is taking stock of all their supplies in case the vehicles go out. The counselor's cousin who seemed like a himbo has set up a perimeter and made makeshift alarms for all the doors and windows, knows all the entry points. The anxious one and his dog are keeping the mood up with the snacks and activities that were supposed to be for the kids, making sure nobody panics and starts making dumb decisions. Somebody tried to grab the redhead and she flipped him over and had him zip-tied before anybody noticed. Weren't they a D&D group or something? What is happening???

[lytefoot]

So the Weasleys are the rare pureblood family that actually keeps some sort of track of their squibs, right?

Like, 11-year-old Ron knows he has a cousin who’s an accountant, even though he’s aware that it’s vaguely shameful.

So please consider: one of the businesses Fred and George ran out of their back room, in the early days after the Ministry fell, was creating fake family trees for Muggle-Borns.

Weasleys are already known to have enormous families, what’s one or two extra a generation or two back?

(Aunt Muriel is awful, but in the face of Muggleborn Registration, absolutely she’ll admit to having a couple of squib children she doesn’t mention in polite company, because who would, but she’s delighted to learn that magic resurfaced in their grandchildren, why are the men from the Ministry frowning when they deliver such wonderful news, and they can d**n well keep their boots off the carpet. A couple of Muggleborns the Twins kept out of trouble that way sent Aunt Muriel half-joking mothers’ day cards until the day she died.)

[lovingsylvia]

“Suddenly, I stopped dead. I had opened my calendar to the month of August as usual, to write in the neat white box labeled with day and date, a scant summary of the activities completed in the last 12 hours. Sickened, I saw that I had unwittingly completed the last day of August. Tomorrow would be September. God! All the quick futility of my days cascaded upon me, and I wanted to scream out in helpless fury at the hopeless inevitable going on of seconds, days and years. By the time I fill in this page, said I, I will have finished my job, gone home, spent four days at the Cape and either added to or detracted from my relationship with the one man-in-my-life at present, passed or failed my driving test, given my speech at the Smith Club tea, packed my things, and embarked on a merry-go-round among much jingling of bells and harnesses and neighing of horses, to whiz through another year of my life - becoming nineteen (where do they hide the young, tender years?) and beating out some sort of life at Smith ….. crisping into woollen autumn and into the darkening iron of November … and Christmas … vacation - grinding through an icy, mud-grimy January-February-March, and tentatively, unbelievingly, unfolding into another spring, when the damn world makes us think we are as young as we ever were and deceives us by pale lucid skies and the sudden opening of little leaves.”

— The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, diary entry no. 118, August 1951

[soracities]

Clarice Lispector, “The Departure of the Train”, Complete Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)

[fennecandco]

Trauma didn't make me nice, I consciously made me nice because I don't want anyone else to suffer like I did. Trauma didn't make me strong, I made me strong. Don't you dare ever tell me my trauma made me anything but scared, broken, and confused. Don't give credit to the abusers for me being a good person. They didn't make me good, I made myself good.

[ibelivedinmyself]

!!!

[cherryrkivesblog]

Whenever you think about eat more than you definitely should rememember that Kate Moss would never cause

"Nothing tastes amazing as skinny feels"

[light-as-lavender]

Why eat something you won’t be able to track/log? Why eat something if you don’t know how many calories are in it? One of my rules- don’t eat it if you don’t know the cals, and can’t track it.

[skye-cals]

to all the people who told me that being skinny wouldn't make me happy, fuck you. I'm the happiest I've been in so many years bc I feel good in my own skin and i like what j see in the mirror, and yes, it's bc i lost sm weight

[cowpokeprose]

The preacher may never marry us and my mama may never know you but I can kiss you over a flask of whiskey and dance with you under the stars and if that isn’t marriage I’m not sure what else God is looking for. 

[miseducatedmelanicmuse]

[inkskinned]

in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

[the-haiku-bot]

your mouth will always

have a hole, is the thing, if

you remove the tooth.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[pointnclick]

i couldn't even appreciate the artistry behind the clothing designs this year at the met gala because my bitterness and anger toward the exorbitantly wealthy has grown too much to be contained i try to say ooo pretty gown but all the black hateful bile starts oozing out from under the lid of its container. 7 months of genocide and the largest homeless camps my city has ever seen and food banks in the universities and baby formula locked behind glass and stomach gnawing guilt over a $7 latte and rent is always late and always behind on electricity bills uh ohhhh summer is here time for another wild fire. oooo pretty gown. the next met gala theme will be bear spray and what happens is i bear spray inside the gallery. i can't even force a sort of healthy detachment anymore like "haha oh well i guess that movie actor is rich it's not like they're an ultra wealthy bazillionaire oooo pretty gown" they're all worms to me vile beasts i look at them in their isolated imagine john lennon covid song bubble and i feeeeeel the milk of human kindness curdling within me. how can you smile at the camera. we are all dying girl. isn't there a protest not even a block away from you guys? protesters and riot cops and homeless ppl in the streets. i guess that's unfair you guys deserve a night of glitz and glamour and getting away from it all as if you're not constantly away from it all. girl we are dying. sick sick world. sick dying world. anyway i didn't watch the met gala this year

[pointnclick]

it’s horrific. awful way to die. either you’re trapped with no chance of being found, air running out, everyone around you suffocating, or the hull is broken and you get turned to jelly by the crushing ocean depths. ik they’re billionaires so it’s very contentious for me. generally i prefer no one dies horrifically. like just as a fellow human being on earth. but i dont think the ultra rich ever extend that mindset to others. climate refugees. and just everything. it feels like something a greek god would do to punish them. it has a certain swagful je ne sais quoi if removed from the human suffering which billionaires have to do philosophically to maintain their positions. very haunting. the hubris of it all. old jalopy metal tube steered by a mad catz controller. to go look at the titanic. which is nothing but a rusted out metal wreck full of fish and silt. btw. the grandiosity of it is completely unrecognizable. one has to wonder what compels ppl to even look at it in the first place. like the prestige of seeing some filthy grown over shell? crazy thing to die for. very textually rich… bad way to die as a human being. great way to die as a narrative about human greed and folly i guess. good job. mission accomplished?