My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Vegetarians, from what I’ve experienced and heard, tend to get one of two responses upon telling someone about their vegetarianism. One is interest, curiosity, and (occasionally) even the announcement that the other person is a vegetarian, as well. More often, the announcement is met with bafflement, disdain, or perhaps semi-playful taunting. “How could you possibly live without meat? It’s amazing and I would DIE without it!” “We’re designed to have meat, you know - it’s natural.” “You can’t possibly be healthy AND be a vegetarian…that’s impossible.”
Despite what all the naysayers believe, it is completely possible to live a happy, healthy life without meat, and after eleven years without meat, I have yet to waste away or perish. COULD I have meat? Yes. And maybe I would enjoy it. But I don’t WANT it and am perfectly happy without it, so why would I seek it out? Maybe someday I or my circumstances will change and I’ll eat meat, but for now I’m a vegetarian, and changing that someday in the future won’t somehow illegitimize the years I spend without meat, or mean that I was secretly craving meat and denying that craving to look self-righteous or shame people who do enjoy meat. I have no problem with people who DO enjoy meat (though I know some vegetarians do), since…y’know. It’s their life.
I’ve been told before that I’m not a real vegetarian if I have “fake meat”. The fact that I enjoy soy chicken or veggie meatloaf apparently means I’m not a “real vegetarian”, even though it is something totally different and my desire for soy foods has nothing to do with why I’m a vegetarian. Enjoying a similar taste isn’t a sign that I want actual meat - my lack of desire for the latter isn’t just a matter of thinking that it won’t taste good; it goes deeper than that.
Like many other things, vegetarianism is a spectrum. Some people will eat chicken, others avoid all land animals but will eat seafood, others will eat eggs or dairy but nothing which had to die, while others avoid any and all animal products. Again, this is one of those things that some vegetarians (and some meat-eaters, for that matter) have problems with, but I think that allowing for a spectrum is better than trying to force people into one of two extremes, saying that if you’re not a vegan you’re not “vegetarian enough”, for example. Unfortunately for those who ARE at the extremes, there can be a lot of stigmatizing and assumptions, with some people equating vegetarians and vegans, or considering vegans to be extremist freaks.
Now go back and read that whole thing replacing “vegetarian” and “vegetarianism” with “asexual” and “asexuality”, “meat-eater” with “sexual”, all mentions of fake meat with talk of masturbation, and all mentions of meat with sex. For the vegetarian spectrum, imagine that various types of vegetarians are people within the asexual spectrum - perhaps vegans are aromantic asexuals, while demisexual people occasionally eat chicken. There. Have a metaphor, tumblr.
All the pieces in this game of New Vegas are falling into place. The NCR like me again, the Legion do as well. I’m doing some quests at each of the casinos for cash… And eventually I’ll just kill everyone and rule the Mojave with the Boomers, the Great Khans, and anyone else I feel like bringing with me.
Did you meet Mr. House yet? I NEED YOU TO ASSIST ME BECAUSE I SUCK AT VIDJAGAMES DAMIEN AND YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE I KNOW WHO IS ACTIVELY PLAYING NEW VEGAS AT THE MOMENT.
Emma Watson isn’t as attractive as everyone makes her out to be.
Having a man be able to financially support you is not anti-feminist. Being with that man specifically because he can support you, is.
If you’re taking depression meds and you’re still depressed, it’s probably because meds don’t fix everything and you probably need therapy and not more meds. (I dunno if this is actually unpopular, but I keep seeing commercials that are pissing me off)
If you knew more about the food you were eating, you wouldn’t want to eat it. If the entire country knew more about the food they were eating, our living conditions as a whole would become better.
There is no such thing as clean coal and don’t even try to tell me about the benefits of natural gas.
Humans are inherently stupid. Intelligence is learned. Not everyone learns it.
We evolved. The earth was created via the big bang. Deal with it.
“I hate Macs. I have always hated Macs. I hate people who use Macs. I even hate people who don’t use Macs but sometimes wish they did. Macs are glorified Fisher-Price activity centres for adults; computers for scaredy cats too nervous to learn how proper computers work;…
We don’t need to use emulators for every good bit of software. BRING IT.
(Kidding there, I don’t really care what people use, as long as it’s not Linux)
My life also doesn’t revolve around having good bits of software for my computer. I play the sims. I do art and take photographs. The only things I emulate are old school systems so I can play Zelda or EarthBound whenever I want. xD
“I hate Macs. I have always hated Macs. I hate people who use Macs. I even hate people who don’t use Macs but sometimes wish they did. Macs are glorified Fisher-Price activity centres for adults; computers for scaredy cats too nervous to learn how proper computers work; computers for people who earnestly believe in feng shui. PCs are the ramshackle computers of the people. You can build your own from scratch, then customise it into oblivion. Sometimes you have to slap it to make it work properly, just like the Tardis (Doctor Who, incidentally, would definitely use a PC). PCs have charm; Macs ooze pretension.”
OR maybe we Mac users like our quick boot-up, our exceptional displays, our incredibly lightweight laptops, our free repairs, our out-of-the-box operation, our simple updates, and yes, our sexy aluminum better than clunky, slow to boot, easily virus infested, groaning PCs.
Don’t even try to have this argument with me, bitches.
Because honestly? I own both. Which do I use more? The Mac. And no, it’s not because I’m too “lazy” to learn how to use what you call a “real” computer, it’s because I don’t think I should have to fuck around endlessly with something every time I want to use it. I want my shit to work when I want it to work. And that’s what Macs do. Can you say that about your fucking PC?