This reminds me of my sister, who hooked a 6’ trailer to her civic.

I saw a truck today, and I thought, if it were 1995 and you showed my mechanic old timer uncle that truck, he’d call you a yuppie

Big, beefy, and engineered to be loud this truck was, I don’t think you could fit a 2x4 in the bed

I support mens health.

Ive a million stories of hurt men who didnt deal or heal well with their hurt, and ended up hurting others (and themselves) for it. Usually its some tragic thing that happened when they were young and never dealt with it, because culturally men have been told to shove it down and man up for decades at least. But, I’ve been told many a tragedy from male family members, friends and ex lovers. And then watched them go from victim to abuser, or some other consequence, and its sad

Men should be taught, and allowed to express themselves. Its literally okay to cry, its a process of emotion.

Support fellow humans

Reading this, specifically had me think of an old friend i had. He was always sceming. Every time i saw him he had a new one. Weather he was stealing company supplies from his employer, so he could start his own landscaping business, or asking me to use my doordash account, or wanting me to help him start a flower business, which i never helped with any of it because i dont agree with lying/cheating through life, while every bit of his life seemed some backdoor plan- I would have dated him, once apon a time, but ten years into the friendship, he sent me a ben Shapiro video, a d a few years ago, i terminated the friendship. Every thing was transactional with that man. He was good looking and kind, but my god these traits were such a turn off, I dont care if you work at hime depot, or the hardware store- my husband today is a chef- its better than scheming to rip someone off so you can get ahead. Thats selfish imo.

My first date with ny husband we went on a walk on a trail near our home. We walked for 6 hours lol

As a fat highschooler, ehen, as a fat woman highschooler, i got rejected so many times. Never once did it make me hate and distrust men. Because every person is their own.

I’m sorry. Cabot is better than any store brand I’ve had, I only started buying it because it is regional to me years ago.

There may still be some local cheese brands available to you. Small farm cheese makers make some good stuff. At one point in my life, I didn’t eat much meat or dairy, but when I did, I bought what was local to me, even if it was expensive, and cherished it each time I indulged. I respected that locally made small farm cheese like it was the god of cheeses and gave it utmost culinary respect, while trying to make it last as long as possible.

Suffer on your own terms I say. If you want good cheese, have good cheese, the suffer would be you have less cheese overall, but at least when you do, you know it is quality and supports local makers.

My great-great grandparents fled Europe during WW1 when they were teens.

Did they run away too?

This falls under “suffer on my own terms” for me. I won’t go to Walmart, so we’re going without extras. There’s no cheese in my house right now because none was on sale at my local grocery store. So instead of going to Walmart, or paying $4 for a block of Cabot cheddar at my grocer, the choice is go without cheese for the time being.

Used to shop minimally at Walmart anyway, now I refuse to go. I go to my local co-op 2ce a week now though.

Bulk spices are cheap y’all.