@Buffy Summers Right, and there was this tacit assumption that we, her mostly female readers, would share her feelings about food and fat - this idea that eating something unhealthy is bad and, like angermonkey said upthread, ought to be "purchased" with exercise and self-denial at all other times. We get enough of that everywhere else; I don't entirely like seeing it here.
Enjoy that hot dog, it sounds delicious!
@Jocasta Carr I felt the same- enjoyed the writing, but maybe not the point of it all. I expected a resolution of, like, owning the craving or something- I guess not entirely sure what I expected- but was disappointed that it was explained away by pregnancy.
ETA: On my way to have a hot dog covered in chili :)
I enjoyed this piece, but the tone of "oh, a woman wanting to eat something that isn't salad or grilled fish, how transgressive and gluttonous!" is rubbing me the wrong way. I'm not saying it's bad or wrong to eat healthy most of the time or to put a lot of time and effort into diet and exercise; just a bit depressing to read about a person not even being able to eat a hot dog without having to look at her behind and make sure it's not expanding.
This is really an issue I have with the broader culture vs. Mara's personal experiences; I'm not at all judging her feelings or choices about food. But I'm tired of food having all these moral connotations for women (mostly) - you eat something fatty/unhealthy, you're being bad and you must atone by exercising more or eating salads for a week. We should be able to talk about eating hot dogs or whatever we please without having to qualify or excuse it as an sudden urge we "normally" wouldn't give into.
"Are things hard today? It's okay. Mercury has been disabled."
And I panicked and wondered if World War Z had started and how she could use her calm, raspy hippy voice if a whole planet had been taken out.
The perils of being a literal thinker.
By Mad Dog on "Good Guys" Told
@chnellociraptor SWEET HOLY MANSPLAINING JESUS. Like the one guy who basically tells her that the reason these men are spewing this hateful garbage is because she's *boring*? Poor men! She isn't *interesting* enough, and therefore their pitiful, limited manbrains, which apparently are there only to respond to stimuli and not to generate ideas and conversation, have nothing left to ruminate on than the bitchiness of women (which apparently = their environment? somehow?)
I am just sitting here like a human O RLY? OWL right now.
By on Explanations
Hint: When you are writing for a women's website full of women who are smart and take zero bullshit, do not try to get a pat on the head and a cookie for writing "omg I just realized women are people! And I don't get one as a prize! And that the patriarchy exists!"
DUDE. We already know. We've been writing about it on this very website for over 2 years. Tell us something we don't know. We are not super impressed that you're just starting to figure out what we've known for years.
Don't get me wrong: we're happy you're taking steps to be less douchey. We're not happy that you're posting all over your twitter account how mean we are and how we misunderstood you. We understood you perfectly. We're just not impressed.
@MrsTeacherFace I think the point was that calling people bags of dicks is not constructive... I'll give that a moment to sink in.
@MrsTeacherFace You know, if you have a problem with "hateful comments", perhaps don't call everyone on here a "bag of dicks." Also, learn to recognize the difference between constructive criticism, and hate.
By PistolPackinMama on Explanations
@PatatasBravas Hell yeah.
@KatPruska... now there's a thought.
It's working, if that is the case.
Next Week: The Best Time I Realized It's Not Enough To Babysit The Kids While My Wife Gets A Pedicure-- Men: We Don't Do Our Share Of The Childcare, Usually.
By PistolPackinMama on Explanations
@KatPruska I'll be a discrete bedazzled Oscar-red-carpet appropriate lipstick and compact sized clutch of dicks with y'all any day, thanks.
It does mean my dicks are reaallllyyyy small though.