If not for labor unions we would still be working 12+ hour days. The 8 hour workday and the weekend is all thanks to the courageous efforts of labor advocates.

In my understanding "stay Black" means "remain authentic," not "retain your melanin," so the statement holds.

Are we efficient now? Are we great again yet?

Oven roasted vegetables are a phenomenal way to add variety to your plate, and are very filling. They can all be roasted at 400⁰ F, so you can prep them simultaneously. Cauliflower, broccoli, beets, carrots and squash are all great options. If you select thin-skinned squash you don't even have to peel it.

Not OP, but yeah, basically. Lots of incidents of hunters getting shot while turkey hunting.

No base, no trace.

Uhh, US biscuit or UK biscuit?

I would argue it's the only way. Can't outrun the fork.

Unforeseeable circumstances like injury or illness aside, much of the bodily degredation people succumb to is voluntary. Our bodies are very much "use it or lose it" and if you're sedentary and disregard the importance of diet, you'll have a bad time.

As a child refugee who has moved around a bunch, I completely agree. I was never inducted into community, never shown how to establish this vital component of a pleasurable life. And some part of me understands that community doesn't just appear, you have to work at it to find the people you want to be around, but how does that happen? Not in the logistical sense, that I understand how to approach, but in the relational sense. How does one begin to belong having never felt belonging in the first place?

My other They is a Them.

You're aware of all the changes you need to make, or at least you have a strong intuition. All of my lasting adaptations have been built on tiny increments gained over time, and only from a place of love. Be kind to yourself. Also, if you're not already looking at it, strongly consider your sleep hygiene. Good, consistent sleep is the base of the pyramid. No lasting change, especially when it comes to one's physical condition, can be sustained if your sleep is shit.

Ohh this is art. Well done.

I think this discussion would benefit from a clear definition of what a "good person" is. No one achieves power on their own, and what's good for the individual is not always good for the group. The inverse is also true. I have lead small teams where I actively fostered collaboration, enabled autonomy and encouraged contribution from all levels. This placed me into a position of power, and I don't think anyone would describe what I did as the actions of a "bad person." But achieving relative power in a small group of people working towards a similar goal is not the same as achieving power in a political system where crabs in a bucket mentality is prominent and everything is seen as zero sum.

Realized? Very young. Had the language to articulate my experience? Still working on it. From the outside looking in a lot of this must seem like an intentional choice to differ. It's how my mom approached it, like I was just intentionally being difficult. It's how people around me approached it, like I was just intentionally refusing to fit in. My only exposure to autism was in the form of a middle school classmate, and we were not similar, so I never expected that my condition was closer to his than to the allistic folks around me. Some weeks ago I filled out a questionnaire, the RAADS-R. Got a score above the autistic threshold, and things sort of just...became apparent. After ten minutes of reading about the actual autistic experience I was relieved and heartbroken to discover that what I was living through all along really did have a name, and was not in fact just me choosing to intentionally lead a more difficult life. So I was 33 when I learned that I am autistic.

It's stupefying how committed people are to ignorance. Many of these perspectives persist among immigrant communities abroad, so leaving the country isn't enough. You have to leave the culture, too.

Took the RAADS-R questionnaire two weeks ago, and got a score significantly above the threshold. Was kind of stunned for a moment, then hopeful. Then I began reading more about autism, and holy shit I can't believe its been right there this whole time. A lifetime of feeling alienated and profound unbelonging and the answers were here all along, I just didn't know where to look.

Every time I see someone raking leaves I get the urge to thank them profusely. I wish lawnmowers and leaf blowers would just vanish. What happened to scythes, anyway?

Damn girl, this one is a knockout.

Can you recommend other written works that have better resonated with your experience of polyamory?