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it is i, your crepuscular mutual

Listen: If you work at a gas station at the intersection of two long rural roads out in the middle of nowhere, you have a civic duty to single out credulous people with out-of-town plates and warn them not to go down such-and-such road because of the curse. It's the only way to stimulate the local economy.

bullmilf

Not enough cow girl images are fat. It's cows. Be fatter

foone

crippled-peeper

people who have never grown food for sustenance or to supplement their diet have such an extreme view of it. I guess that’s what happens when generations of people are living lives completely divorced from cultivation, harvesting, processing, slaughtering. in theory they believe it’s the easiest thing ever - that it should come naturally to every human ever born, simply because you’re a human. then you ask them if they would ever kill a chicken hypothetically, and they act like you shot their pet in front of them.

moniquill

The first time I saw a deer up close was in my grandfather’s back yard; I was about four years old. I don’t remember the reason that my mom dropped me off at my grandfather’s house for an afternoon, but I know that it was unplanned - because he was in the middle of processing a deer. It had been field dressed, organs already removed, and was hanging by its ankle tendons from the t-shaped steel pole at one end of the backyard clothesline. I was startled, worried, concerned that the animal was hurt. There was blood! There was flesh!

My grandfather responded by calmly explaining what he was doing, step by step. Explaining why he was skinning the deer, and quartering it, taking it from this https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White-tailed_deer to this https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venison

By the time he was cooking tenderloin medallions and plating them up to me with grape jelly (don’t knock grape jelly on meat until you’ve tried it!) and instant mashed potatoes, I wasn’t startled or concerned anymore. I had a deeper understanding of the way the world worked, of my role as a consumer, a predator. Of the responsibilities that entailed. I couldn’t have explained it then, of course, with my 4-year-old mind and vocabulary - but Philosophy had been set into motion. This is a core memory for me.

I did not have nightmares about the butchered deer.

More people should be introduced, as little children, to their place in the ecosystem and the responsibilities that entails.

what-even-is-thiss

I’ve never personally butchered anything but my family used to grow some of our own vegetables when I was a kid. Corn, squash, tomatoes, peppers, herbs, etc. we even tried grinding our own flour for a little bit but that didn’t last long because if you’ve ever ground flour by hand you understand.

People have such a romantic view of farming and growing food but a lot of my summers as a kid was spent trying to come up with ways to stop birds from eating our vegetables, planting other plants and releasing insects to keep other insects away, and pulling weeds.

Food doesn’t just sit there all pretty growing in the sun. Everything wants to steal it away from you. Agriculture even on a small scale is a never ending battle against insects, other plants stealing water and sunlight, birds, small mammals. You are not the only one who wants the fruits of your labor.

It’s important to remember that. Every tomato you eat is one that survived the never ending assault of insects and birds.

ymutate

Choy Moo Kheong (Singaporean, born 1950) "Blue Whispering Day" (2022)

acrylic on canvas (139.7 x 114.3 cm)

Private collection.

hometoursandotherstuff

partywithponies

Fascinating how what's considered feminine and what's considered masculine can change over time. The rebranding of being a horse girl into being a stereotypical feminine girly trait needs to be studied.

partywithponies

Look at classic children's novels. As recently as the 50s and early 60s, being obsessed with horses as a girl was depicted as strange and tomboyish, and the very concept of being obsessed with horses from early childhood and loving toy horses and desperately wanting your own horse being a "little girl thing" and not a "little boy thing" would send someone from the 1800s and earlier into a coma.

partywithponies

There's maybe a point to be made here somewhere about how when keeping and riding horses stopped being necessary to the functioning of society and became a more "frivolous" thing, it was rapidly rebranded as silly and girly and for women, but what do I know.

dizzyghoast

i wrote a paper in my masculinity studies class in college about this exact phenomenon, specifically about how high heeled shoes started as a practical way for Persian cavalry to keep their feet on their stirrups, then likely due to that association, became a popular fashion item and status symbol among the upper classes of Europe, before the Great Male Renunciation of the 18th-19th centuries, when men started shunning opulence in favor of utility, leaving them as a fashion item for women instead.

I've joked that the two genders are Aesthetic and Utility before but thats just kinda the case

mizuthe-cat

don’t ask chatgpt I can lie to you for free

teammatesfriendstohellwiththat

hello mizuthe-chat how many provinces are there in the united states

mizuthe-cat

7

teammatesfriendstohellwiththat

wow this feels like it's less than it should be but I'll believe you if you provide visual evidence like a map

mizuthe-cat

Of course! Let’s dive in—the seven different provinces of the United States of America are: The Beast Coast, Luigiana, Better Wisconsin, Minigan, Long California, Texas, and Canada+!

eelizabit

Ok girlies time for our prescription 1-2 hour walk, imagine we r all in line like Madeline

eelizabit

in an old website on the internet all covered in vines, lived some lovely little mutuals in two straight lines..

sushi-stims

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abalidoth

brainscrems

weepingchoir

it’s really funny that “tradcath” means the exact opposite of what you’d expect etymologically speaking

weepingchoir

A “traditional Catholic” is any randomly generated Mexican that has attended Sunday mass and thoughtlessly agreed with papal writ their entire life. A “tradcath” is a United States Protestant