This is what normalizing abortion does. Babies aren’t products to be bought and sold and discarded at the first sign of a defect. They are human beings and this is evil.
Women aren’t wombs to be rented — there is no just reason (even if the woman “consented to it” and even for couples struggling with infertility, which I have empathy for of course, but it still doesn’t make surrogacy morally permissible, no matter the reason). And should go without saying, babies aren’t products for purchase. 😔 This is why abortion and surrogacy are both grave sins.
Years on the internet and somehow i still click on comments sections with the insanely optimistic idea that I’ll learn something new instead of being subjected to the dumbest motherfuckers online typing like their sole purpose in life is to make me want to end mine
“Wow, what an interesting post! I want to see what sort of fascinating discourse is being generated by the idea posited by the original poster” <- Me, operating under levels of delusion yet unexplained by modern science
So these are both “Aw Fuck I’m outta real food” meals BUT ALSO: if you’re learning how to cook, these are great “baby steps” meals to learn how to cook basics into something enjoyable without “wasting” anything expensive. Though I maintain that even cooking screw-ups are valuable in terms of lessons learned.
Also they’re great for when you get absorbed in something and you realize your blood sugar is dropping and you need to make something Quick.
Making basic storecupboard or fridge ingredients less basic and more nutritious.
If I can recommend you do 1 low-effort thing for the love of God it is this:
Keep 5 cards in your pocket. One will say “yes”, the second will say “no.”
If you lose your voice, or lose speech, or want to make a dramatic embellishment at the right time, it is an elegant and efficient solution that is right there at hand.
But what if people question you from there? “Why do you have that card? Why would you do this? How long have you had that in your pocket?” For this, or whatever else they say, the third card: “I don’t have a card for that.”
“What the fuck,” they ask. They laugh. They are bemused. You bring the energy back down with the fourth card: “I have laryngitis. I’ve lost speech. My throat hurts”. Whatever you expect to occur.
The joke is over. Rule of threes. Now they are curious. YThey wonder about logistics. “How did you know I would say that? Is everyone so predictable?”
As a three-part bit, nobody ever sees the fifth card coming.
