Sometimes the alternative also just tastes better. I have coffees I prefer with oatmilk purely for that reason, no issues with standard dairy. Shit, I lived off chocolate Silk for like a year, still haven't found a chocolate milk as good as their old recipe.
Same way I've had General Tsos tofu made with Soy-Vey that was better than a lot of the chicken I've had. I'd happily eat that again, and I'm normally not huge on tofu.
Was going to bring up pow wows. Great way to find Native foods, learn about culture and history, and for many, most of the proceeds go back into the tribes hosting the event.
A week, the fact that I love the Evangelion manga but don't like the anime(though I do enjoy the movies. I don't know what it is), and I genuinely have no fucking clue why I kept engaging.
I think we just kinda gave up, in the end. There wasn't ever really a point, it wasn't even a "thing is bad" argument, it was "I just don't really enjoy experiencing thing x way" "here's why you're wrong for that".
This could be total bullshit, but the way I've heard it is that our pain response can trigger something like a "play" response for certain birds. The reaction is a form of encouragement.
Absolutely agree, Fox can eat rotten goat ass, I just love the absolutely insane escalation as the show went on.
The extremely rare and interesting diseases weren't enough, no, they needed to hit levels that make daytime soaps question what's going on while still somehow sticking to "He's Sherlock, but a doctor. In prison!"
"Now would be the best time to put all your most anxiety-inducing memories on a 10x speed loop. Enjoy being both absolutely exhausted and completely adrenaline wired!"
Stepfather. Was the only reason I got my chance to get out before things got really bad, my father finally sat my mother down and threatened to take everything to court if he had to, she could stay in the shit if she wanted, but he was getting me out and getting everything we needed to protect ourselves.
Better now, I like to think. Still working through some of the anger left from that time because it was an unhealthy crutch I leaned on. Had to work through a lot of complexes I didn't realize I had.
And, in a fucked up way, that time gives me pride in who I am. A poly-pan transwoman, everything that would piss him off to see. I can look at myself in the mirror and be proud, because I had to get past the hate for myself he tried to push into me. It's another push to keep standing, speaking and fighting for myself and those like me, because no one should have to walk that path and wear this armor.
He was an abusive narcist. I hate throwing the term around, but it's the only thing that fit his personality and mental condition. It took my mother over 13 years to break free.
I have not, but I will keep an eye out for it!