The funniest part to me is the way that she doesn't even believe her assistants are responsible for this. She 100% blames Edward "fictional character who can't directly affect the real world unless made to do so" Elric.
And now it must be said, as many numerous things often must be, in great volume and variance breaching topics that are near enough to innumerable and certainly beyond the measure of counting, that just as anyone lucky enough to find themselves in posession of thoughts miraculously appearing in their waking mind fully-formed upon conception, both clear and concise, blessed as they are with a mastery of their language sufficient to express oneself with brevity, it is so that with equal frequency I find that I am cursed with a wholly opposing nature: to take that which is brief and succinct, simple and straightforward, and somehow find it within myself instinctive to stretch those very same thoughts and words so remarkably thin across the page that the length of any given sentence may very well rival that of a modest novel, taking any poor and pitiable reader several deep breaths to recite out loud- or, perhaps in the case of one equally blessed to be of great, strong lungs and a determined air- merely the rather long and arduous effort of enduring it.
A lot of criticism of delivery apps focuses on the fact that they offer convenience and variety, which I find much less compelling than criticizing the fact that the apps often send their contractors on fetch quests from Hell.
There are real labor problems here. Base pay is often insulting. Customer tips carry too much of the burden. Workers need better protections, more transparent algorithms, protection from arbitrary deactivation, and actual recourse when the app or a customer screws them over. Car-dependent delivery is also an environmental and infrastructural problem, though in a denser city I’d still be doing this work; I’d just be doing it by bike.
But when people talk about delivery work, I rarely see them talk to actual delivery workers. I see a lot of abstract arguments about convenience, consumer decadence, “hustle culture,” and internalized neoliberalism. Meanwhile, when I’m out working and waiting in restaurants for orders, the other Dashers I meet are usually people who only speak Spanish, people who read as neurodivergent, visibly physically disabled people, or some combination of the above.
I have not met this mythical Disco Elysium poor ultraliberal hustlegrinder-wannabe people seem to be arguing with. Maybe that archetype exists somewhere. If it exists among any kind of gig worker, it would probably be rideshare drivers. But most of what I see looks less like “rise and grind” and more like “this is one of the few forms of work available to people who need flexibility, low barriers to entry, limited managerial surveillance, or a way to work around language barriers, disability, burnout, chronic illnesses and injuries with symptoms that come and go unpredictably, caregiving, résumé gaps, or discrimination.”
That does not make the current system good. It means the current system is filling a real gap that a lot of supposedly better systems do not even acknowledge.
As a disabled person who is burnout-prone and demand-sensitive, contracting as a delivery driver has given me an unprecedented level of financial flexibility. I can work when I have capacity. I can stop when I’m deteriorating. I can build my day around my actual body instead of being trapped under a manager who thinks “reliable” means “able to perform the same way every day no matter what.” That matters. It does not cancel out the exploitation, but it is also not fake just because it is politically inconvenient.
And delivery itself is not some inherently decadent evil. Sometimes people live alone. Sometimes they are sick. Sometimes they are disabled, exhausted, overwhelmed, grieving, overloaded, or recovering from something else - perhaps the stress and fatigue induced by their own job. Sometimes they need medicine, groceries, or a meal that will actually unplug their sinuses instead of whatever generic community-care slop someone thinks they should be grateful for. Humans are allowed to need specificity. “Food” is not the same as “the food I can actually eat right now.”
A serious labor critique would ask how to make delivery work safer, better-paid, less tip-dependent, less car-dependent, less algorithmically punitive, and less precarious. It would ask what kinds of flexible, accessible work should exist for people who cannot thrive in conventional employment. It would ask how cities could support bike delivery, worker cooperatives, public infrastructure, and real protections without simply replacing one bad system with a moral sermon about how nobody should ever want takeout.
But a lot of the discourse does not do that. It treats convenience itself as suspicious. It treats wanting flexible work as false consciousness. It treats the needs of disabled people, immigrants, and other people who can't fit into traditional employment structures as details to be swept aside in favor of a cleaner political image.
I guess the opinions of delivery workers only count when they are politically convenient.
Paid for paralives while it was on sale for the early access. It's probably unhealthy that I've been making the same sim for my sim to marry since Sims 1 isn't it?
If you have a type, you have a type. I have been marrying Sebastian first/only (depending on if I have the polyamory mod active on that file) every single stardew valley run I have ever spun up.
hey you. reading this. if you're not already eating one, go eat a fresh fruit. or even canned or in a fruit cup. it'll make you feel better. doesn't matter what kind. you need one.
the place I work at remodeled these split gendered restrooms into “inclusive restrooms” and never told us what they meant while construction was ongoing. I need you to know every atom of potential criticism or whining that could’ve happened disappeared when people found out this meant we got 10 fully separate private bathrooms with sinks inside. I’ve not heard a single person crack a joke about the inclusive signage. this is the world TERFs are trying to steal from you
A week ago, I promised I'd make a meal of anime food, so I did Yukihara-style Steak Chaliapin-don this week.
There are approximately a zillion videos on YouTube showing how to make this recipe… and they all suck. Detailed instructions of how to do this recipe correctly is after the cut.
The first thing you need to know about Steak Chaliapin is that it was created as a recipe for Feodor Ivanovich Chaliapin (the famous opera singer) to be able to eat steak with a toothache. It is an extraordinarily soft steak. You notice in the clip that the cartoon version is served without a knife? That's because if you need anything more than chopsticks to cut your Steak Chaliapin, you've failed at the recipe.
Start by finely mincing one large onion for each serving. Add a clove of pressed garlic (for flavor) and a large pinch of salt (to make the onion release its juices onto the steak) per serving and mix in a large bowl.
Take your rested top sirloin steak, dry it, and crosshatch both sides with your kitchen knife using the kakushiboucho technique - same as making high-end sushi. Pound the steak to about 1/3 to 1/2 inches thick with a tenderizer. (If you don't know kakushiboucho, you can also pound the steak with the spikey side of a tenderizer instead, but the steak won’t form as nice a crust when you cook it.)
Season both sides of the steak with black pepper, then press a thick layer of the minced onion mixture into both sides. The enzymes in the onion juices will partially digest the steak giving the dish's signature texture.
Let the steak marinade for 30-45 minutes AT A MINIMUM.
Cook a short-grain sushi rice the usual way and mix with “homemade umeboshi paste” (which the manga, annoyingly, never explains.) Umeboshi paste is Japanese pickled plum ground with a little sweetened vinegar and shisho leave. For the one I'm using, I substituted the shiso with basil, mint, and a tiny amount of cilantro, which should pair better with the western flavors in this dish. After mixing, return the rice to the rice cooker to keep it warm.
Take a minute to gather all your ingredients and tools. You’ll serving bowls, covers for them, a cast iron pan, a sauté pan, butter, oil, soy sauce, a medium-juicy red wine (I used a California Cab), two stirring spoons, and potato starch. (Corn starch is fine)
Heat the cast iron over high heat. Put the sautée pan on a cold burner.
Scrape the onion off the steak into the cold pan. Salt the steak on both sides.
Sear the steak briefly in the hot pan. 30 seconds on a side. Add butter and fry for an additional 2 minutes a side.
Put a generous amount of the rice mixture into your serving bowls. put the steaks on top of them to rest, then cover.
This next part is tricky. Take a deep breath before you start.
Lower the cast iron’s heat to medium. Add the onion to the hot pan in a single layer to sweat - around 60-90 seconds. While that's happening, add a small amount of oil to the sauté pan and heat to shimmering.
(This is where we’re breaking from the manga’s recipe. It calls for caramelized onion, but to get the fluffy cloud of onions from the anime, we’re going to flash fry them.)
With a slotted spoon, scoop the onions into the sauté pan, and sauté to golden brown.
SIMULTANEOUSLY, reduce the heat in the cast iron pan to low. Add soy sauce directly to the pan until it stops instantly burning. Stir in potato starch to make a crude roux. Deglaze with your wine to make a pan sauce.
To get the timing right, you'll have to be able to stir both pans at once.
Pour your wine sauce over the steak, still in the rice bowls. Add a small mountain of your onions on top, then sprinkle on green onion for color. Cover and serve!
the most disorienting thing thats ever happened to me was when a linguistics major stopped in the middle of our conversation, looked me in the eye, and said, "you have a very interesting vernacular. were you on tumblr in 2014?" and i had to just stand there and process that one for a good ten seconds
#i was in a car with a linguist i had never met before the car trip and like half an hour in he looked at me#after i finished describing a geology thing that was happening out the window and asked if i'd ever spent much time on tumblr#the fuckor of it all#and then we spent six more hours driving#it sure does leave linguistic markers! i'm not sure i'm good with it (tags via @thoughtsformtheuniverse)
Oh! @meret118 see above comment! The use of the word "enjoyers" instead of "users" or "bloggers" -> You left a comment a while back asking, "Does this just mean vocabulary words? Other than blorbo and sweet cinnamon roll etc, I can't think of what a Tumblr accent would be." I almost never see anyone use the word "enjoyer" anywhere outside of tumblr, but I see it on tumblr fairly frequently.
Another one is the verb "perceive" i.e. "don't perceive me" "I am perceiving" "I am being percieved." That's something that feels very specific to tumblr parlance.
There's the thing where people on tumblr have an emotional reaction to something and instead of, or in addition to telling you how they feel about it using emotion words, they will narrate a fictional action in the present progressive tense. "I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure "I am kissing you on the mouth" "you are going into the soup" "you are getting all of the awards"
I once saw someone use that response format in ... I think it was a restaurant review, or a doordash review, or something like that. It was very unexpected seeing it outside of a tumblr post.
There are a lot of other tumblr linguistic quirks I can't currently remember off the top of my head, but I'll instantly recognize them if I see/hear them outside of tumblr. It's always a bit startling to see them out of context.
when I was in university one of my modules was about internet slang and for our grades project we had to compile and analyse a small database of 100 words used by a specific community of our choice. I chose tumblr and that's how I stumbled across Gretchen McCulloch's research and discovered that yes not only did tumblr have its own vernacular and syntax (as @lierdumoa demonstrates), it was at the time a crucible of slang and memes probably unrivalled by any other part of the internet. and it's stayed that way! even the very title is McCulloch's book because internet is an example of this specific phraseology.
sadly my project is lost due to the website being wiped from the university database after graduation and my then laptop having a major hardware failure. backup your backups people! but the crux of the entire module was that the internet is full of communities using language not only as jargon for specific purpose but also to signal membership in said community. I even wrote a bit about non capitalisation and punctuation useage as a visual cue on tumblr and how including information in the reblog body or the tags indicated different levels of importance or intimacy of thought
I am holding the side of your face and looking deep in your eyes and telling you that love is stored in the syntax, and that we are rotating words together all at once as we all nod at their new and baffling meanings. if the devils sacrament be tumblr then the devils gospel is our collective voice. thanks for coming to my tedtalk