“I read a lot on the subject. I studied the texts. And I decided it was permissible to take it off, so that’s what I did. My mom was terrified of what people would think. She asked me to delete all our mutual friends on Facebook. She said if I didn’t wear the hijab, then I couldn’t live at home. So I packed four big bags and went to live with a friend. It was the first time I’d ever slept out of my house. Over the next few weeks, I sent my parents messages every single day. I always told them where I was, what I was doing, and who I was with. I wanted to show that I forgave them, and that I was still their girl, and that one day things would be normal again. They didn’t respond for three months. Until one holiday my uncle called and invited me home for dinner. My parents started crying as soon as I walked in the door. They’d prepared a huge meal. They said that they didn’t mean it, and that they love me a lot, and that they’re proud of me. Things are very good now. We get along even better than when I obeyed. They see I’m doing great things with my freedom. I have a great job and I travel. They’re very proud. I’ve learned to do what you want in life. Because if you do, the world will change to match you.” (Alexandria, Egypt)
You notice while it's not full gender equity, there's a fair number of women and girls in these photos. The idea of video games being a "boy thing" was something that wasn't there from the start, but was deliberately cultivated by the industry in the late 80s into the 90s because they thought there was more money in pursuing the 18-24 dudebro demographic and that pursuing them required pushing out anything that would be perceived as "girly"
Throughout the centuries, many have attempted to find Satan’s kingdom. Turns out, it's been in Connecticut all this time.
You won't actually find any fallen angels here, though. Instead, you'll find bathing suit-clad locals, as Satan's Kingdom State Recreation Area is a popular launch site for tubing down the Farmington River.
Its name supposedly originates not out of any demonic rituals or religious activities, but rather because the area was horrible for farming. The story goes that a farmer cursed the land, saying nothing would grow in this rocky, unfertile soil because it was “Satan’s Kingdom." And clearly, the name stuck.
Satan’s Kingdom is all but unknown to anyone but locals. On warm days, it's where everyone in the area goes to leisurely tube down the Farmington River. When non-locals drive past the recreation area, they tend to do a double take at the sign. Satan’s Kingdom has that effect on people.
Howdy, folks! My poor teeth are finally all healed up, so in celebration, I have decided to sink them Sunny Baudelaire-style into this ridiculous house:
This 1995 “Victorian” features 6 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms, totaling around 6700 square feet. It can be your humble abode for a modest $1.7 million USD.
Seriously, I don’t know why they didn’t just enclose the staircase, because that lone beam looks both anticlimactic and structurally unsettling. Also it doesn’t line up with the post at the top of the stairs. I am unusually frustrated by this.
Whomst among us did not have binders full of women in middle school and by binders full of women I mean trapper keepers full of Bleach yuri fanfic? (clears throat) anyways, happy bisexual visibility month
Okay so the other two walls in this room are covered with unsettlingly HUGE family portraits that would have taken a lot of time and effort to block out the faces. Anyways, I just want you to know that this is only 1/3rd of the total family portraiture in this space.
i don’t even see any coasters for drinks. i have never before witnessed such recklessness.
ok so I watched an entire week’s worth of HGTV at my parents’ house after getting my wisdom teeth pulled and literally every kitchen has to be white or gray. this pearlescent nonsense has to be a global conspiracy orchestrated by none other than,,, mr. clean.
Oreo cookie commercial: you’ve heard of stuffed. but have you heard of “double stuffed?” Sofa designer for La-Z-Boy: go on
(philosopher voice): what is the point of a mirror if you are facing away from it?
(sadly there are no pictures of the master bathroom, so we’re moving on to the last room of the house)
the fifties were lame, (slowly making the entire internet mad) like come on brutalism was barely even a thing then
alright alright, time to wrap this bad boy up:
is this technically a 3 car garage? can a car even fit in that garage? next time, on The X Files (theme plays)
Well folks, that does it for Utah! I’m heading to Finland next week (!!!), but stay tuned for Vermont upon my return!
Though extracts made from licorice root form the base of many popular licorice candies today, folks sometimes take a bite straight from the source. In Spain, Italy, France, and the Netherlands, chewing on the gnarly brown stick stirs up fond memories for those who grew up eating the natural "candy" before it was overshadowed by more processed forms of its sweetness.
The root’s Dutch name, zoethout, literally translates to "sweet wood.” This gets to the heart of what makes the licorice plant a beloved ingredient: Its roots and rhizomes hide a flavor that is 50 times sweeter than sugar. A common additive in medicinal tinctures and elixirs, the harvested root front-loads the taste buds with a slightly bitter and medicinal taste, before giving way to a sweet and aromatic sap. Children who grew up chewing the sturdy stick learned to suck the plant for its sweet marrow while spitting out its woody pulp.
However, the rise of candy-making in the 20th century shifted preferences toward licorice-flavored candies in various shapes, sizes, and levels of sweetness (or saltiness, if you’re in the Netherlands or Finland). With chewing the medicinal root falling out of favor, the nostalgic must do some extra work in seeking out the old-timey flavor. Still, the washed, dried root can be found in specialty stores and at farmer’s markets across Europe.