crpl-pnk:

crpl-pnk:

a culture fixated on sniffing out “fakers” to protect “real disabled people” inevitably harms every single disabled person within that culture & only maybe a relative handful of “fakers”, who are usually mentally ill or economically disadvantaged to the point of having no alternative. stop saying your skepticism is for my benefit. stop saying my oppression is for my benefit. yes the idea of people with no grasp of my struggle claiming it is infuriating & insulting beyond belief. yes that is also oppressive. but in practice, i’d rather a dozen able bodied people successfully pass themselves off as disabled than one disabled person die in poverty because they couldn’t “prove it” to an abled person’s content

setting aside the fact that People Die From This, just the impact of faker witchunting on the emotional wellbeing of disabled people is enough to make it inexcusable
i’ve heard someone crying, literally sobbing & vomiting from pain frantically promise me that they’re not exaggerating when i never indicated for a moment that i disbelieved them, because they’re so used to the accusation. i’ve heard someone in the aftermath of a seizure quietly mumble as they regained lucidity, “are you sure i’m not faking?”
i don’t know a single chronically ill person who hasn’t at one point or another seriously questioned if they were ever really that sick at all because we’ve been so brainwashed to challenge the validity of disability that we begin to doubt the reality of our own definitive lived experiences

Impressed again at how sticky it can feel here, when it’s not actually that hot by the thermometer. We did get a brief thunderstorm earlier with a little rain for that extra humidity factor, but still.

It’s only 23C/73F out there right now, probably a few degrees higher in the house. So I’ve still got this lovely layer of sweat that’s not going anywhere 😳

tilthat:

TIL that Courtney Love claimed that she performed oral sex on Ted Nugent when she was 12.

via http://ift.tt/2rUT35g

TIL that Ted Nugent is an even bigger dirtbag than was already obvious from what regularly comes out of his mouth.

Top comments there right now:

I didn’t realize there was a way for me to dislike Ted Nugent any more.

That’s not as bad as getting legal guardianship of a minor so you can fuck her.

beardqueer:

hermitpolarbear:

benepla:

kramergate:

I love it when I click on a recipe link because it sounds yummy and instead of a recipe I get a several page dissertation on a food blogger’s boredom with her marriage and lies she was told in childhood

this ending in a recipe literally changed my fucking life i thought i was being spread some fucking truisms abt the ugliness of marriage but it was literally a preamble to creme brulee brownies. writing is fake

Recipe: http://www.confessionsofacookbookqueen.com/creme-brulee-brownies/

Text in the picture:

Do you want to know something that people don’t tell you about being married for a long time?

You actually do run out of things to talk about.

I know you might think I am kidding, but I am being a million percent truthsies over here. As a child, I always wondered what married people talked about, and was assured by many a family member that there were always things to discuss.

This is a lie. A big, fat one.

It’s really unfortunate that no one was truthful with me, because here I am with nothing to say and completely unprepared on how to deal. My husband and I go on a weekly date night and after I go into detail about my wild day working from home (I ate a Lean Cuisine, I answered three emails, I found a dollar in the wash), I have nothing.

The other day I started to tell my husband about this super interesting thing that had happened, but then I was like, “oh never mind, I’m saving that for our date tonight” and he’s like “um, WHAT?” and I was like, “well, when I’ve got something good I save it for date night so I have something to talk about. It seems like such a waste to spend it on a regular day.”

So then he thought that was one of the weirdest things he’s ever heard about, which I assumed maybe HE already did that too? But he was like, “No, people do not do that.”

It’s like I don’t know how to be a person the right way sometimes.

Every now and again my husband will ask, “did you bake anything today, hon?”  and if I made Créme Bruleé Brownies I say “nope” because I’m hiding them and don’t want to share.

These fudgy little bites of bliss are covered in a thick vanilla custard that slices up like a dream. A sprinkling of sugar and a run under the broiler gets that caramelized, crackly top.

Basically, these are perfect and you need them right now. That is all.

recipe blogs do this so they’ll show up better in search results. a recipe is essentially a list of keywords all clumped together and then some short, simple instructions on what to do with those keywords. google doesn’t like when you fill your webpage up with a million million tags like an overzealous white twink on instagram, so it filters sites that do that out of the top results in favour of sites that balance keywords with content… so you’re left with a whole slew of foodie and recipe blogs that are FORCED to write a 500-word essay on every recipe they post or they won’t show up in google’s search results as a reputable site.

Finally below 80F! Even if it took until about 10:30 p.m.

(Inside the house is still a different matter, but I don’t even want to hunt down the thermometer to find out by how much.)

Not really looking forward to the rest of the week coming up. The forecast back home is (unusually) about the same, but that’s with air conditioning and things just generally set up better for it as standard summer weather. The constant humidity here also adds that special touch to any temperature extreme 😵

At least I think the dizziness and nausea weren’t quite as bad as yesterday, but we’ll see tomorrow. I’ve never done that well with heat, but the worsening thermoregulation BS the past few years really doesn’t help. Trying to sleep with no AC is the worst, as always, and I’m really not looking forward to trying that again. I woke up and guzzled some water earlier before going back to sleep, but still got up dehydrated enough that the muscles were really going haywire. Talk about some sensory overload. On the plus side: no weird freezing cold attacks for a couple of days so far! *wry smile*

Plan for tomorrow: a lot of iced tea, electrolytes, and some cold sesame-peanut noodles. I’m tempted to try cooking the noodles tonight and stashing them in the fridge. Worst case, if the texture seems weird? I get to cook more tomorrow evening. Or just get something delivered, to avoid dealing with boiling water when it’s the hottest in here already 🙄