“Library is for _{something something} checking out _{something something} children.”

You’re not breaching this level of willful misunderstanding

You need to let the nerds tire themselves out before you jump in. These seem to be cardio nerds so it just took a while.

Hank builds a drug empire, screws over his terminally ill brother in law by blaming it on him, and dies just in time to deprive him of any semblance of achievement. What a scumbag.

That describes nearly everything of his that I’ve read. You can tell that he attempts to make his writing accessible, but the density of his descriptions just makes me lose myself. It’s too much info when I’m fried

Dang, people should email him for 15 years to find out!

I have no strong opinions on facial hair, but chest hair, definitely trimmed or waxed. The weird way it can wrap around nipples just sets something off within me, attempting to compel me to rip it out manually.

See, this I respect. None of that pokey middle ground nonsense. She’s working it!

But she’s not a normal human. She’s a wealthy human shaped billboard for product sales.

This one I sorta get. Let it grow all the way out or shave it daily. Anywhere between shaven and unshaven looks silly on everyone- every sex and gender equally shares that goofy aesthetic valley.

Imo, she should have let it grow all the way out if she wanted to make a statement

We are legion

I think I need this in my life. Anyone else want to pitch in for antwofa headquarters or am I going to have to enjoy the petplay and burlesque on my own?

That’s really not that bad. Gross? Absolutely. But I can tolerate gross sensations. The grossest of which you didn’t hit on. The sharp, pebbly prickling in the heel and toe. I don’t imagine the stepsisters were particularly adept surgeons. They would almost assuredly leave some fragments of bone embedded within the slipper’s soft lining.

Which, even more horrifically, makes me realize that this did not take place in modern times and these women split open their feet to invite pathogens from literally hundreds, if not thousands of other women inside themselves. If I remember correctly, they were blinded, weren’t they? That feels almost merciful. They didn’t have to watch their legs percolate and putrefy in pre-antibiotic Europe.

I think I mentally blocked the memory of the original story as the image of a woman with a thoroughly mutilated foot horrifically stuffed into, essentially, a traveling display case makes me deeply uncomfortable.

However, now learning that it was an opaque fur slipper, it somehow makes me less uncomfortable. I don’t know what any of this says about me

I can only imagine how much a glass slipper must chafe and moisten. I rarely admire people for self harm. I hate crocks but I prefer them to transparent masochism. (Heh)

Hardest part is finding something that tickles me even when I’m exhausted. Something floral and alluring, but soft and flowing. Reading can feel like a chore when you don’t have the mind space. I’m presently trying to distract myself with sci-fi and I just can’t take this much information.

Fuck you, Peter watts, you goddamn wordsmith. I can’t take your verbal girth as I currently am!

Bean

Does that work on people? I just spend 5 asking about prices every time I show up

To be fair, nips also shrink

I wish. I’m talking about single location family owned stores. If my little “los zapatos” or “burro burrito” were on the take, I feel like they’d expand

I’m finding this happening in person as well. Why does your restaurant refuse to list prices on the menu, tv menu screen, and take out menus? This is fast food, not fine dining. Why are you hiding this from your customers?? I just want tacos!