netflix suggests these categories based on my viewing history
- Emotional TV Shows Featuring a Strong Female Lead
- Understated TV Shows
I’m not sure what the last one means … do they want to say underrated, but not sound biased/douchey? Or, like, dry humor? It includes a show about Buddha and also The Office
megan nelson and i most differ in baking abilities.
i can’t do it, man. i mean, i do, and it’s tasty, but whatever it is always looks like a poop soufflé.
i like to improvise, and you can’t do that to much when baking. i think megnels gets all that out with spontaneous THE FLOOR IS LAVAs
What the Fuck ever brownies
1 splash of baking powder
Enough flour to make as much cake as you want
Last of a tin of coco powder
Find some almonds? Yeah chop them up and throw them in
Some sugar, about half of the amount of flour.Mix it in a bowl.
Melt that bit of butter you have left in the fridge. Pour it in.
Add eggs. Drop one on the cooker. Desperately try to scoop it up. Egg on hands. Despair. Add like 3 eggs.
Find a can of condensed milk in the cupboard. Add it slowly, stirring until thick batter is made.
Chop up a bar of chocolate. Chuck it in.
Find some super old mini marshmellows. Eat one. Still good, add them in.
Put some grease proof paper in to a tray. Attempt to fold it neatly. Fail.
Throw batter in. Realise pan is too big, pick up paper and float brownie batter to smaller tray.
Smear batter as flat as possible. Batter way to thick but too late now.
Pour some more condensed milk on top to try to counter batter thickness.
Put it in oven, set to about 160 oC because your oven incenerates all in it’s path.
Cook some pork underneath it because brownies are not dinner. Consider the possibility of pork brownies.
When it smells good take it out the oven and poke it with a chop stick. Not done, put it back and force self to wait.Take out when done, attempt to eat lava brownie. Fail. Slink away with proper food and wait for them to cool.
Eat 3, declare success. Smear nutella on top because top is ugly.
Take picture, post recipe to internet. Act smug.
Eat brownies.
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omg tiny greenhouse
I LOvE TINY THINGS
TAMPONS
The good doctor
please watch out guys
My wallet got stolen Saturday, as did my friend’s. The night before at another party, someone broke into my friend’s piggie bank and stole another girl’s camera. I’m pretty sure this is the same person, because the parties attracted similar crowds. Watch your bags, because someone else certainly is.
It feels terrible to be reminded of your vulnerability. This coincides with a broken iPhone and computer for me. Bleh.
Worse things could have happened, I’m lucky to even have these things to break. But this sucks.
My mother’s theory is that the Super Moon is responsible for these unfortunate coincidences. Hell, she’s probably right. Maybe I’ll do one of her craycray Pagan rituals and right the Athenian hipster party energy~
The Only Place doesn’t just advance Best Coast’s formula; it perfects it. Producer Jon Brion applies a rich coat of shiny sparkle, as is his wont, but his touch complements these songs without threatening to overwhelm them. At 35 minutes, not a second of the album is wasted, even as Cosentino and multi-instrumentalist Bobb Bruno wind down the proceedings with a nearly five-minute ballad, “Up All Night.”
People seem reluctant to admit liking Best Coast, but I don’t see why. Like, yes, they embrace simple, melodic pop tropes. That is a good idea, obviously..?
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abso fab yes yes yes
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I’m annoyed by long text posts in my feed, so apologies for the below post … hyped up and trying to study, I have made 0 progress for school and instead wrote an essay on 2pac and feminism.
Misogyny and Feminism in Tupac’s Run Tha Streetz
by Afrodite
R & B artist Michel’le sounds as though she’s sucked helium for an hour and has now switched to a lolly pop. In her own albums, her juvenile voice hop-scotches around illicit content. It’s eery, and in contrast with her smooth, strong singing voice. In the chorus to Tupac’s Run Tha Streetz, homegirl resonates power. Her pipes are layered over her own pipes when she declares
You can run tha streetz with your Thugs/I’ll be waiting for you/Until you get through/I’ll be waiting
Immediately interpreting the chorus as sexist is defensive—it’s a statement of devotion that would offend no one if sung by a man. In fact, Michel’le’s informing her man that he “can” run the streets rings of authority. Don’t worry baby, I’ll allow you to control your hood. The secret matriarchy of hip hop culture reveals itself in nuances.
But Tupac soon confirms the nostril-flared suspicions of short-haired, Doc Martin-donning white chicks errywhere:
Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa/ Some love makin and homecookin/ I’ll see ya later/ It don’t take a lot to keep a nigga hard
Tupac’s spiel quickly defines his ideal mate (happily domestic). He describes himself more thoroughly (Run Tha Streetz is track 8 on the album All Eyez on Me). Pac talks about his strength and sexual prowess (I betcha never screamed a niggas whole name out/ And felt tha pleasure and tha pain*). The implication is that women should be delighted to await for and wait upon him. But by essentially rapping a personal ad, he is making an appeal for approval (later emphasizing his vulnerability with So tell me am I wrong?/ For tryin to communicate through a song)
Michel’le bookends Tupac’s personal ad with the same Declaration of IndePatience, and this time it’s hard not to hear undertones of servility.
You can run tha streetz with your Thugs/I’ll be waiting for you/Until you get through/I’ll be waiting
Then Storm, the only female member of Tupac’s Outlawz (and the only one without her own Wikipedia page) steps in and twists the chorus’ meaning:
It’s a man’s world /but real women make tha shit go around/ disrespect / and I clown/ tha type of bitch to throw down/ throw up tha block/ cause nothin’ stops my chips/ I boss playa with this/ then twist you lame tricks
Storm knows that power lies in discretion (real gangsta-ass niggas don’t flex nuts/ ’cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em —Geto Boys). She creates two classifications: real women and unreal women. The former make this shit go round, the latter, presumably, do not. I can only imagine that unreal women are oblivious of the power the possess. Storm does not argue that it’s not a man’s world, because she knows she can twist lame tricks more effectively if the lame tricks think they’re running the show.
My friend Matt recently met an Athens, Georgia native named Big Daddy. Big Daddy described himself as “hard” and offered to show Matt the world and things he ain’t never seen (presumably, crack, but this reminded me humorously of lyrics to a song from Disney’s Aladdin). Matt was with a girl friend, Adrienne, who declined the offer.
“Why girl? You scared?” asked Big Daddy.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Uh, because I have a vagina.” I know Adrienne, and I’m betting her inflection read something like “vuh-gy-nuuuuh?”
To which Big Daddy replied, “Shoo, girl, that’s the toughest thing in the world.”
Matt did not like the idea of a tough vagina. “Gross, Big Daddy.”
Big Daddy shook his head. “You don’t know much about women, do you?”
Storm supposedly left Outlawz to dedicate herself to her family, which is interesting considering her next lines:
Holla if ya understand my plan ladies/ Fuck havin babies by them shady ass niggas/ Swearin, he can save me/ My stratagy’s official/ Checkin ya pockets while I tongue kiss ya/ Soft as tissue/ So my next issue is how to diss you/ They call me Storm/ from tha day I was born/ I been known to break tha coldest muthafucker / til his heart’s warm/ I ain’t never been tha type to wait at home alone/ just cause we bone/ don’t mean you own me/ nigga, I’m grown
She ain’t never been tha type to wait at home alone, so I guess her man ain’t out running the streetz with his thugz anymore.
Note that she unabashedly describes herself as “soft as tissue” right before overpowering cold muthafuckers. She’s not ashamed that parts of her are delicate. It does not detract from her strength. It is her strength.
Michel’le’s back, and this time it sounds as though she’s addressing Storm. Engineer and mixer Dave Aron described Michel’les dimensions: “the little voice is little, and then she sings, and it’s just so big, and she’s such a little girl.” Michel’le physically embodies Storm’s sneak attack. You don’t see her power or even hear it in her speaking voice, but it will rattle that wallet chain when she sings.
*“whole name?” So his lady friends were in the habit of screaming “Oooh, Tupac Amaru Shakur, stage names 2pac, Pac and Makaveli!!” between moans?
2 be continued some day
or maybe this is done?
My only condition is that there be Muppets involved, and that is non-negotiable.”
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Hillary Clinton, responding to Jason Segel’s request to make a movie with him. (via officialssay)
apparently this is not a joke
Nora look
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