Zemyla posted:

It's fake, sadly.

Say Nothing posted:

Wheat Loaf posted:

grauniad.txt

theflyingorc posted:

this title is horrible but i went and found the actual article and the guy raises some good points

basically "screw you, I'll make whatever guacamole I wanna make"

Keystoned posted:

I once heard someone recommend putting sliced cucumbers into guacomole...

No I do not want to come over to your house for snacks tonight! No! I am not your friend stop calling me!

theflyingorc posted:

this title is horrible but i went and found the actual article and the guy raises some good points

basically "screw you, I'll make whatever guacamole I wanna make"

Wheat Loaf posted:

Fair enough - I have no interest in reading it. The title by itself is a near-perfect encapsulation of the Graun's whole "gauche caviar lifestyle magazine" thing.

theflyingorc posted:

it was peas in a NYT recipe, and Obama's twitter commented on the "controversy"

Panic! at Nabisco posted:

This woman is my hero.

e: Oh, it's fake

Geokinesis posted:

Scathach posted:

I highly doubt that woman can fit in a fridge.

Aesop Poprock posted:

everything Say Nothing posts is fake

Say Nothing posted:

VoteTedJameson posted:

I have family that lives in Sandwich. Grew up a couple towns over. It never once occurred to me there was anything odd about the town's name until I went to college in a different state and my friends laughed at me. Mind was blown that day.

AFewBricksShy posted:

I grew up next to King of Prussia,PA and never realized it was odd until the same thing happened to me.

Baron von Eevl posted:

I mean Conshohocken also sounds insane...

Snapchat A Titty posted:

where im from, place names are usually from prehistory & have to be dated by suffixes. Certain names were used in certain periods. Obv, they adjust by other factors but goddamn living in a country that is a child.

coleman francis posted:

I love the two stories next to each other at the top.

quote:

Tom needed to sleep, so he did, curled foetally on bracken, his paws, earth-brown from digging, clasped under his chin. I, too, needed to sleep, so I didn’t. We had to change our rhythm to that of the badgers, which meant sleeping in the day, but, at least at first, I found the sett a threatening place. Was this an old fear of burial? A worm fell into my mouth. I gagged quietly and went back to sleep.

We shaped the sett with our paws and a child's beach spade. We tried to scuffle out the earth with our hind legs Those first few days taught me a lot. They taught me that, despite my shaggy, anarchic pretensions, I was dismally suburban: I preferred a whitewashed wall to the endless fascination of a real earth one. I preferred my ideas of badgers and the wild to real badgers and real wilderness. They were more obedient and less complex. And they didn’t broadcast my inadequacies so deafeningly.

But I learned to like that burrow. Habit is tremendously powerful. Merely having a place at the end pressed to the shape of my body was enough to change my appetite for underground living. From that low platform, I could jump to more complex forms of appreciation: the shape of the window on the sunlit world that was the tunnel’s end; the exuberant spectrum of smells as I crawled up through a cervix of earth and leaf mould and out, panting from the effort. It was OK to lie in the dark, surrounded by the scratching and humming and thrashing of animals that would one day eat me. Quite a lot of being a badger consisted simply in allowing the wood to do to us what it did to a badger: being there when it rained; keeping badgers’ hours; letting bluebells brush your face instead of your boots.

Mr. Flunchy posted:

This is in the Guardian today:

http://www.theguardian.com/environment/2016/jan/23/worm-fell-into-mouth-my-life-as-a-badger

My life as a badger:


I cannot work out whether this is parody or not. Charles Foster seems to be a real guy....?

Screaming Idiot posted:

He looks like Gary Oldman in the Dark Knight.

Wheat Loaf posted:

Or maybe this one:

Phlegmish posted:

Anti-environmentalism bordering on racism

What the gently caress

Phlegmish posted:

Anti-environmentalism bordering on racism

What the gently caress

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There are many terrible children's programs through which parents must suffer during their child's young life. For every Sesame Street, there is an annoying Caillou or an acid-trippy Yo Gabba Gabba. But Thomas and Friends is – or was – the one show with enough subversive messages to make me turn it off for good.

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Thomas and those friends are trains that toil away endlessly on the Isle of Sodor – which seems to be forever caught in British colonial times – and, on its surface, the show seems to impart good moral lessons about hard work and friendship. But if you look through the steam rising up from the coal-powered train stacks, you realize that the pretty puffs of smoke are concealing some pretty twisted, anachronistic messages.

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these trains perform tasks dictated by their imperious, little white boss, Sir Topham Hatt (also known as The Fat Controller), whose attire of a top hat, tuxedo and big round belly is just a little too obvious. Basically, he's the Monopoly dictator of their funky little island.

Inevitably, the trains get in a fight with or pick on one another (or generally mess up whatever job they are supposed to be doing) until Hatt has to scold one of them about being a "really useful engine", because their sole utility in life is their ability to satisfy his whims. Yeah, because I want to teach my kid to admire a controlling autocrat.

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(For the record, all the "villains" on Thomas and Friends are the dirty diesel engines. I'd like to think there was a good environmental message in there, but when the good engines pump out white smoke and the bad engines pump out black smoke – and they are all pumping out smoke – it's not hard to make the leap into the race territory.)

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But once James gets back on the rails and picks up Granddaughter Hatt and her friends, all seemingly ends well because the girls love pink.

Well guess what? It's not OK. You think a little boy watching Thomas is going to file away the lesson that pink is OK for boys? No, what kids remember is that James was laughed at, cruelly, over and over again, because he looked different and was clad in a "girly" pink color.