GM was very good at telling me I did not belong

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Over time I was told a few things at the last job I had:

  1. “You’re an intense person. You may have trouble here.” This happened right during my hiring interview.
  2. “Maybe you just don’t fit in.”
  3. “You’re perceived as a dishonest person.”
  4. “I think you’re insubordinate as an employee because you don’t talk.”

Given those circumstances I thought it best to leave. I should have timed it better cos now I’m going to have a hell of a time actually making rent.

Abortion sometimes is necessary

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Because of the nature of the abortion fight in the country, let me say this plainly: what happened to me was not the clinic’s fault. It was not the doctor’s fault. It was not his staff’s fault. There was no error of medical judgment or medical practice. It is the fault of forty years of pushing abortion care out of hospitals and stigmatizing and marginalizing women and care providers to the point where only four doctors in the United States are foolish enough to risk getting shot point-blank every day on their way to work to provide late-term abortions. It is the fault of legislators terrorizing physicians with spurious investigations instead of funding abortion research and finding ways to make the procedure safer. It is the fault of giving extremist, hateful, radicalizing discourse equal airtime with scientific fact and medical expertise. What would it look like, if we truly funded women’s healthcare? I wish I knew.

Source: Rivers Of Babylon: The Story Of A Third-Trimester Abortion – The Rumpus.net

Sometimes it isn’t anyone’s fault but there are people who want to blame someone, so they turn to the mother. “She’s the one to blame!”, they say.

They’re wrong. And they cannot be allowed to win.

Sometimes I can cook things

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In an effort to be more social I am going to be cooking once a week for my friend Trista. This past weekend we tried it out for the first time and other than some hiccups with the shopping, everything turned out pretty awesome. I did all of the cooking while she just… hung out in the kitchen while I did my thing.

I wasn’t exactly willing to just wing it, as is my wont. I actually did my homework and perused my current favorite source of recipes: Christopher Kimball’s Milk Street Magazine. This yielded two recipes:

  • Indian-Spiced Spinach with Tomatoes and Dill
  • Cape Malay Chicken Curry

Now, because of Trista’s dietary restrictions I did have to alter the curry recipe and took out the chicken, adding more of everything else because curry is good even without meat in it.

The spinach with tomatoes and dill ended up looking like this:
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It was fucking delicious. Next time I make it I’m going to get some salmon to go with it.

As for the curry,
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The mint garnish was the best part.

And… no, I’m not going to post the recipes. You can probably find something better Somewhere Out in the Internet, or go purchase a subscription to Milk Magazine, it’s worth it.

Next week I’m going to do shakshuka cos I’m working later in the evening, so we’ll have to get together in the morning to get this going. I should do Bloody Marys too, omfgatos!