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Daily Archive: December 11, 2020

The second panel shows the artist, a young woman with short hair wearing a purple t-shirt, staring forlornly into her open fridge as she says, "I wish it were socially acceptable to knock on my neighbor's door and ask if they'd like my mostly untouched chicken chow mein." Above the image is a checked list item showing that one of the cons to living alone is, 'No one's around to eat my leftovers.'

December 11, 2020

Living Solo IV

I hate wasting food, but portion sizes are tough, especially when ordering from places that plan on ‘family style.’

See Something, Say Something, Do Something
A few years ago, when the world shut down and we all spent time getting more introspective than was strictly healthy, I started saving relatable anecdotes I found online to a Pinterest board. It wasn't long before I noticed the algorithm had picked up a theme. But surely, I argued to myself, it was just a coincidence that I found those tales of ADHD so relatable.
Would You, Could You, Eat a Dragon?
When food is the central love language that binds people together, what place is there for those of us who don’t want to be fed? If “eating is[…]the exclusive privilege of the living,” does that make me simply the walking dead? You can’t be a picky eater in the dungeon. Okay, but – hear me out – what if you are?
Matters of Representation (Because Representation Matters)
It's no small thing to see yourself positively reflected in something someone else has made. It's proof that you're not alone, that you're not broken, or wrong, or any of the other things we tell ourselves when we grow up and don't see a friendly face in society's mirror.