bureaucrat: Okay, you have now completed the very arduous paperwork process that took several months! Congratulations!
me: :)
bureaucrat: Oh wait, you're trans? In that case what I meant to say was - congratulations, you now enter ROUND TWOOOOOOOO! Show me every piece of mail you received since you were six! Balance this spinning plate on your nose! Run up The Eliminator!
Been getting sidetracked from studying by researching and thinking about the ethical debate over whether it is morally permissable to eat oysters and mussels in a vegan/vegetarian framework.
I am slowly spiralling to insanity as my thought is being devoted to this. Got me in the library pondering is eating cheese less moral than these fascinating sessile bivalve molluscs in spite of the fact they are living animals?
They seem to fall short of sentience and their farming has environmenral benefit, but does it definitionally contradict animal rights ethics to do so.
Voidposting but any vegans, vegetarians, ostrovegans or others can feel free to help out and give your thoughts.
If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽
So profoundly real, there's just something raw about the format
Feeling yearning and nostalgia wash over me like waves of a sickness listening to Chappell Roan, Sam Fender, Marina and The Diamonds and The Smiths on a crowded 84X in the rain
listening to music peaked when we invented long bus rides
So fascinating to see the evolution of British tourist opinions of why bother going to Ireland - read a bit of a book from 1913 or so that was produced as a tourist guide to English people - played up how whimsical and undeveloped so much of the country is, a friendly people and occasional towns worth stopping off in like Bray
holy shit i need to kill every british tourist in ireland in the 1840s - 1850s