Preach.
Shit. I think you just came up with the city's newest tourism slogan. I honestly just guffawed. Actually guffawed. (Which now doesn't even seem like a real word that I wrote it twice.)
I just, no.
As a Philadelphian, the Wing Bowl is, abstractly, kind of cool in a dirty, my cousin from the Boulevard is in the audience, haha we throw batteries at Santa Claus kind of way. Actually reading about how it, um, happens is just really, really gross on so many levels. Just fucking gross.
As a Philadelphian, the Wing Bowl is, abstractly, kind of cool in a dirty, my cousin from the Boulevard is in the audience, haha we throw batteries at Santa Claus kind of way. Actually reading about how it, um, happens is just really, really gross on so many levels. Just fucking gross.
While I agree with your point, the video made me think that the French woman was raising her children in the "French style" in the U.S.
Am I wrong?
Am I wrong?
It's really not, though. Most food poisoning occurs in home kitchens, a lot of which comes from so-called 'safe' practices that are anything but, like washing your chicken (which effectively spreads raw chicken germs al over your sink- cooking the chicken kills the germs). It's not that the pro's don't wash their hands first, but that they do continually and are constantly using fresh utensils, towels, pans, etc., in a way that home cooks are not. And as far as vermin, I'm sure your kitchen is super clean, but unless you nanny cam under the sink and in all the crevasses, chances are you probably have the occasional visitor.
Unless you live in a HEPA filtered hermetically sealed bubble. Which, if that is the case, never mind, you're probably right.
Unless you live in a HEPA filtered hermetically sealed bubble. Which, if that is the case, never mind, you're probably right.
Same here. It's not like I'm reinventing wheel over here. I'm growing a baby. My mom did it, her mom did it, everyone's mom did it. But, I'll be dammed if some commenters on teh interwebs don't act like they are gestating in some heretofore unknown way.
She's scary even to me, who, on the most superficial level sort of agree with her. She is just so goddamn strenuous. I feel like she would yell at me. For anything.
You forgot about the hairy Eytalians and other assorted dark Europeans. We are hairy. We are legion.
Since getting pregnant, I so hate-read parenting and pregnancy blogs. Especially ones that advocate home-births and chiropractic philosophies (not sure if that is actually what it would be called, and IRL, I try to be respectful of everyone's choices with their bodies and families, so please, I beg you, don't yell at me). It makes me so mad to read about falling vaccination rates and attachment parenting, it's down right cathartic.
If you fall on the other end of the spectrum, there's a scary, strenuous anti-'granola' lady that has a blog ripe for a hate read (my peace offering). She's called Amy Tuteur and she runs Skeptical OB and it's scary screechy.
(For childless Jezzies who may be wondering why I'm appeasing people that haven't yet said a word, trust that there ain't no flame war like a pregnancy/parenting flame war. This shit makes Ron Paul supporters look like LOLCats.)
If you fall on the other end of the spectrum, there's a scary, strenuous anti-'granola' lady that has a blog ripe for a hate read (my peace offering). She's called Amy Tuteur and she runs Skeptical OB and it's scary screechy.
(For childless Jezzies who may be wondering why I'm appeasing people that haven't yet said a word, trust that there ain't no flame war like a pregnancy/parenting flame war. This shit makes Ron Paul supporters look like LOLCats.)
Food Rapists?
That was...unexpected?
That was...unexpected?
What in the holy hell?
Hearted for pulling out the Aristotle!
He is possessed of skeeviness so over the top it oozes from his every pore, plus he told Playboy his gross business. (And I don't think his stellar rep has recovered from his "Storm of the Century" call that resulted in several sunny days in row, nary a snowflake to be had.) But, I really cannot stress his grossness enough. Like, he invented douche chills skeeve.
ETA: I do love the imagery of the hand knit Flyers scarf, by the way. It really does capture a certain something about this town.
Oh man, yesterday I was so tempted to make that quote my FB status, with no context. (Envisioning the commentary made me rethink that one, though...I'm a pregnant housewife [temporary on both counts] and suddenly a modicum of adultiness is expected, I think. Or I'm too lazy to explain my bizarre sense of humour to my mom, again.)
It is quite sad that here in Philadelphia, newscasters are actually celebrities, but I have a feeling that the only person who wants "to be John Bolaris" is Larry Platt.
(I did once get to tell John Bolaris to go away! I worked at a very popular restaurant, and we were having a private party in the back room, which has a bar, and I got to tell him and his lady friend to leave. But I think I enjoyed telling someone, anyone 'no' more than the fact that he was a local 'celebrity.' I tell rilly good stories.)
(I did once get to tell John Bolaris to go away! I worked at a very popular restaurant, and we were having a private party in the back room, which has a bar, and I got to tell him and his lady friend to leave. But I think I enjoyed telling someone, anyone 'no' more than the fact that he was a local 'celebrity.' I tell rilly good stories.)
This was covered, hilariously, on this local news website:
[articles.philly.com]
If there's a tl;dr situation, allow me to offer this choice bit:
[articles.philly.com]
If there's a tl;dr situation, allow me to offer this choice bit:
Bolaris, 54, also was quoted by Playboy as saying that he liked to do "regular blue-collar things" like "watch football naked with my lady and a bottle of wine. Then, the next morning, make breakfast for her, turkey Hot Pockets with egg whites in the microwave."
Nothing says class like a lo-cal Hot Pocket based meal. Egg whites are also an aphrodisiac, but only if microwaved.
Hearted so hard for nailing the entire essence of Law and Order SVU!!
Yeah. I realized that when I was saying it out loud to my husband. Thank god none of my former professors know it's me on here. They'd be sad.
And, it's (transliterated) 'tays phosphorous kourays.'
Although never underestimate other nerds, who will surely come and correct my shit.
Although never underestimate other nerds, who will surely come and correct my shit.
Ancient, of course. We're talking hardcore nerd shit over here. (But not Biblical Hebrew. I'm not some sort of freak.)
