ArtieShaw

Urgh - It's like when you have 40 legitimate reasons for disliking your own mother and your friend criticizes her for her cooking. "Actually, she has been nothing but kind to YOU, and one of the only good traits is her cooking. STFU bitch"

It's a weird feeling.

He knows exactly what he's doing.

I live within a short drive of Springfield and have lived in SW Ohio for almost 20 years. The racism was a culture shock. I expected that sort of thing from the older generations, but hearing Millennials making "furriners eat cats" jokes was jarring. I quickly learned to recalibrate my expectations.

Springfield was an unusually bad place to live 10-15 years ago. Rent and home prices were cheap because no one wanted to live there. I've heard it described as "Dayton's Ugly and Dirty Little Sister" - and that's saying something. I remember a warehouse fire on the south side that burned for days and no one could figure out who owned it. Or maybe it just collapsed into itself - either way, it was a situation. And it surprised no one.

Local employers have trouble finding people who are able to read and also not burdened with a weird sense of entitlement. The people who have been left behind are legitimately threatened by the idea of folks who can show up on time and follow basic instructions. Add into the mix the weird midwestern thin-skinnedness, and you have a mess of people who just feel like victims and who are ready to blame anyone who doesn't "fit." Another midwestern thing.

He knows what he's doing. And they know what he means.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.

-Emily Dickenson

It's not an answer to the problem, but sometime little things can get us through dark places.

I think we're all a bit perplexed by the situation. That guy looks pretty dead, but that shirt ain't red.

They look so healthy! My favorite has a similar fur pattern.

We trapped her accidentally when she took shelter from a rainstorm in our garage. We only realized she was there when we heard her cries. About 5 months old, but tiny and infested with fleas. Her whiskers were so short and brittle. I loved her immediately, but looking back on pictures from that time now breaks my heart a little. Her life as a stray was clearly rough.

She was definitely an accidental cat for us, but she took to housecat living standards almost immediately.

She's still doing well in her old age.

These are really interesting, and I love the idea of hiding creepy easter eggs in walls. I've never gone the route of urine and needles for my own projects.

We do have one wall in the basement that revealed a functional light socket with a little pull chain when we removed the drywall for a simple repair. A little weird on its own. I replaced the bulb and added half of a doll head before we closed it back up. It will be fun for someone eventually.

It's old. I remember detergent commercials from the early '80s that claimed they were the best for "no wax floors "

"Mom, do we have a no wax floor?"

"Have you ever seen me wax the floor!!?"

It was definitely a thing.

About a thousand (metaphorical) years ago, biochemistry and genetics was in still in its fairly early stages. I read articles about deciphering plant genomics and finding a way to make them naturally more resistant to insects and disease by exploiting the native resistance of certain plants. And I was a science nerd who had experienced food insecurity AND ready to head off to college.

"Hell yeah" I thought. "That's what I want to do with my life's work. Everyone gets to eat and we don't need to spray everything with poison to get there."

What we got was Roundup-Ready corn.

I'm glad I didn't go into that line of work because I may have tried to burn Monsanto to the ground and come to regret it later in a federal prison.

Even just through personal experience - I drove more than 1200 miles through the US midwest this summer. Corn country.

30 years ago I would have needed to squeegee my windshield at every gas station. This year I think I hit one bug large enough to even notice it.

My yard is mostly clover and similar ground cover, but I think my patch of lawn may be having less of an impact than industrial agriculture.

I've always preferred skirts to pants, precisely because they're less restrictive to movement. I'm not sure why, but the comment was always, "I'm not sure you'd be able to do this while wearing a skirt." It seems like people who haven't worn them habitually don't know how they work.

Worst case: I fall down and you can see my knickers. Well that's why I wear the knickers. And in nearly a half-century, I can think of maybe 2 times that's happened. Both times I was sprinting madly to catch a bus and both times were due to my shoes and/or bad decisions.

Field hockey and lacrosse are both traditionally played in kilts.

Some other objections:

Need to don some Tyvek coveralls for work? It's really no problem with a basic skirt. You just hike it up a bit. Those suits are baggy and everything fits. You also avoid the discomfort of two layers of leg fabric.

Cold weather? Tights are great, as are thigh high socks. And boots. All of these also look cute.

Oh, and packing for vacation? I can pack 3-4 skirts for every pair of jeans. It's just a simple cloth tube which folds down to nothing.

Wasn't that 10 years ago? If I remember correctly, one of those companies was partially owned by then Speaker of the House John Boehner. Yeah, that was some bullshit.

I voted against that measure simply due to the blatantly self-serving aspect. It was a fun time when reactionaries and progressives aligned to reject a terrible proposal. Everyone else was just mad that they still needed to drive to Michigan to buy weed.

But last year's less shitty ballot initiative means that the first recreational dispensaries in Ohio opened up a few months ago. There was some discussion in the statehouse about blocking that referendum, but even the dullest knives came around eventually.

Growing for personal use is also now legal. Of course that won't stop county sheriffs from raiding your home with an assist by DEA helicopters. It's "an education."

https://www.wdtn.com/as-seen-on-2-news/greene-county-sheriff-responds-after-raid-over-alleged-illegal-marijuana-plants/

In 1996, the answer to that question was, "yes - of course." I did it when I needed to fly 1000 miles on short notice to see my grandfather buried. I think it was the same in 2001 when my gran passed.

I'm honestly not sure what the answer is today. As a frequent and cynical flyer in 2024, I'm not so sure that's still a policy. A call to customer service might get you a cheap seat, but it's rare to find a flight that isn't completely booked. (Algorithms seem to have solved the airlines' empty seat problem)