What a great interview. There's definitely some dope single women in their 30s in my life who would appreciate this book (and good god, how we single 30s in my sphere all passed around & cherished that modern love article).
Occupation: Vague stuff at some boring company. At first it sounds like I'm being vague because my job is really shitty, but then I try to explain and it becomes clear that the vagueness was because I know it's really boring to talk about.
Height: 6'0", barely. But still six foot! Does that still count for anything?
About Me: Are you really well read? You will not think I am at all. Do you not like to read? I'm really well read. I fit in that sweet spot in just about everything, I'm kind of a dilettante.
I come off as shy and awkward on the first date, funny and witty on the second, and by the 10th I'm probably starting to seem a little too abstract and weird, and definitely self-depricating a little too much (a lot too much).
How long we'll date will be decided by balancing by your tolerance for drunken utterances of "You know what song I love? I love this song" against your love of hand-made pasta.
@Kalorama_Kat AHHH this. When me and my sister finished school, my parents divorced. My mom got a new degree, and is now pursuing DOING WHAT SHE LOVES. She lives paycheck-to-paycheck and is saving nothing towards her retirement and living in an apartment.
And she is always like, DO WHAT YOU LOVE. YOLO. Quit your dumb desk job and PURSUE YOUR DREAMS!
And all I can think of is the fact that, because neither of my parents have homes of their own or any retirement savings whatsoever, one day they are going to be old. One day, one of them will live with me and one of them will live with my sister and the boring desk jobs we have taken with 401ks and generous vacation policies will allow us to take care of their old, drooling YOLO asses.
Any dude worth liking as a friend or otherwise doesn't worry about awful "friend zone" garbage ever. Just go and enjoy the company, and be however you feel like, and the vibes may just mutually work themselves out!
I feel like a lot of time nobody needs to "say" anything, it becomes obvious where who is at & all, ya know?
@celeec4@twitter my go-to for dealing with anxiety (and I have LOTS about LOTS of reasons) is just thinking about how fucking wack & awkward it was to go through puberty, and then I think about the fact that no matter how many kilos of swag anybody has, they had to deal w/ the same shit.
I love this movie beyond words. So much so that I have not seen it since I was in art school, watched it maybe a dozen times in a week, and then resolved to never again watch it until I am madly in love.
@adorable-eggplant At the risk of maximum smarm, I kind of LOVE seeing people in my instagram feed doing awesome things, eating delicious food, seeing kick-ass shows, and holding adorable babies? (that was me using upspeak in my masculine baritone, because fuck the idea that conversational inflection changes are only affecting women).
Like, sure, there are gonna be some people on my instagram feed are having a better day than I am at any given time. Why the fuck should that make me feel bad? I mean, I'm not some magical yogi who never experiences desires or anything, but like...
When did "Oh that thing that other person is experiencing seems awesome!" become "FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER FOR HAVING A BETTER 2:38 PM THAN ME"?
I feel like it's not, and that plenty of adults in 2013 are just as capable of dealing with a healthy emotional blend of desire & happiness for others just as well as when we all lived in dumb fucking caves our our Best-Homo-Hablis-Friend-Ever went spelunking with the cuter of the two cave-people hitting on us at the Wooly Mammoth Roast.
How the hell do we fix this? What do we do?
I feel like the whole fucking deck is rigged, so damn hopeless for good changes. I read about endlessly rising income inequality, about that dude in Miami getting arrested once per week, I see the numbers of unreported sexual assaults, I hear the insane stories from immigrants I know, trying to get here to escape poverty or persecution elsewhere in the world, I watch the news and see Texas practically outlawing abortion and Republican governors refusing federal insurance benefits that would benefit the poor of their States put of a question of ideological purity.
Then I see how we vote, and how we are a Christian Nation when it means we shouldn't let two dudes or two women who love each other raise a child in a stable and financially secure home, yet have no interest in helping the poor or the imprisoned or any of that. It all seems so insane.
Maybe the only upside is that my cohort - straight white dudes - are overwhelmingly the problem, but also rapidly becoming a smaller percentage of the population. I mean, obviously we're not all bad or the same or whatever, but God fucking damn it.
How did things get so fucking sad? How do we get shit right?
I have always been FASCINATED by women who make the claim that this dude is hot. Like, I'm a straight guy, but there are "Oh wow he is hot" that does not surprise me (Lochte, Stringer Bell), almost any other dude in really good shape with a classic square jaw.
Cumberbatch and Jeff Goldblum, though - I can read this website for a million years, and some things which are common to a large number of women I will just never even begin to have any degree of comprehension of.
@Audley - We always made ours in a meat grinder, but I bet a box grater would work too.
Peel all the potatoes and skin 1 onion for every 3 potatoes.
Grind on the loosest die (or grate I guess) 3 potatoes, then 1 onion, then 3 potatoes, then 1 onion, back and forth.
We would always grind them directly into water, so the potato wouldn't oxidize. Then, just mix it all up, grab a latke-ish sized clump, make a ball, press between a clean dishtowel to get the water off, and pan fry.
Simple as heck!