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You’re missing intense and geeky discussions of specific word usage and shifts in the language.
You’re missing fun and useful threads of advice, like this one on getting through the winter.
You’re missing semi-sociological conversations about power dynamics and gendered space, like this question asking “What happens when men pass each other on the sidewalk?”:
Help me understand the power dynamics in play when two men pass each other on the sidewalk.
Over the last few years I’ve started to get an inkling that there’s a whole separate silent conversation happening between men on the street that I, as a woman, am not really ever aware of. How they make eye contact, how much space they allow for each other to pass, who moves aside, etc. When someone bumps me with their arm I assume it’s accidental; I’m starting to think such things between men are not always so (at least if the number of almost-fistfights my ex got into are any indication).
I realize much of this probably happens on an unconscious level, but I’d love to hear any explanations or rules anyone can lay out, and whether this is a constant thing or contextual.
The ensuing discussion is fascinating and in some places contentious.
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If you aren’t reading the always informative, often funny, and entirely droolworthy Too Many Chefs, you should click it, baby, click it. And I’m not saying that only because Meg in Paris is sending me a salsa verda pot from Spain.
That’s right, I am one of the proud winners of August’s Friday Food Quiz! Thank you, Meg!
It seems a shame to drum up competition, but I’m a sporting girl. Take a look at the September Friday Food Quiz and test your food knowledge. Remember — no web searching, no cookbook peeking. This is a pop quiz, so answer off the
pop top of your head. In the case of a tie, consideration is given to the funniest answers.
(All of the rules can be found here.)
I had a dream recently in which I was surrounded by swooping fronds of blue underlined text. I kept tapping these words as they floated past me, convinced that they were hyperlinked and would take me to another, cooler dream. When they didn’t, I assumed that the other dreams were just loading slowly.
It seems a paradox, but I now know that it is possible to have both a caffeine-withdrawal headache and the caffeine jitters at the very same moment. It requires exact timing, yes, but until today I would have thought that these were mutually exclusive states of physical complaint, or at the very least would overlap only as a result of an accident involving a French press and a time machine.
Apropos of time machines, I have rarely been so tickled as the night I happened upon the IMDb messages for Donnie Darko. Despite my devotion to geekiness and caffeine-induced intensity, I am just not up to this level. Am I making mock? Well, yes, but it’s gentle and appreciative. They are welcome to make mock of me, or to worship me as their Queen, whatever.