Periodically, I remember that not everyone knows about this album. Love did psychedelic pop folk starting in the 60s. They influenced all your favorites. Some directly, some indirectly, but trust me when I say they influenced ALL your favorites.
Click through to listen to the whole album now. Thanks me later.
My experience of "vacation" as a kid was piling everyone into the car, driving X hours, sleeping in a relative's spare bedroom and doing all the touristy stuff we could within easy reach of the relative's house. Especially with an aunt in DC, this was a regular event.
Okay, I completely understand that getting time off work can be a Sisyphean ordeal these days, but every time I run into the whole "only rich people go on vacation" discourse I'm thinking surely I'm not the only one whose childhood experience of "going on vacation" was piling everybody into the car and driving for six hours to pay twenty dollars a day for the privilege of setting up some leaky tents on a fifty-foot-by-fifty-foot patch of dirt next to a mosquito-infested pond in a "private campground" whose only standout features were a. an outdoor miniature golf course that hadn't been maintained in twenty years, and b. a truly breathtaking fire ant population.
About the coochie board... charcuterie sounds like shark coochie. Charcuterie can also be difficult to pronounce and shark coochie board is easier to say. Similar to how people might say wheres your sister sauce for worcestershire sauce. It's not a different name :)
I thought it might be something like this! Love the way language flows and morphs. Love it!
Let me preface this by saying I'm asking this from a place of earnestness and genuine curiosity about the linguistics, but...
I'm dying to know why this is called a "coochie" board. Is "coochie" short for something? The definition of "coochie" I grew up with is nothing to do with this kind of thing. Which I'd call charcuterie board. So maybe this is some kind of evolution/alternate version of that word??
Like how there's a kind of turtle indigenous to Northern Florida that's called a cooter, or how cigarettes are called fags in the UK.
Your coochie board looks amazing, regardless.
Coochie board featuring the caviar I bought for my boujee child
Something I love to read but never really explore satisfactorily in my own work is the idea of deception in monster romance. Being tricked or lured into loving something monstrous, a monster believing it can't be loved as its true self, so it must resort to disguise and trickery. A human realising very slowly, only after they have committed themselves to the romance that something isn't right, that niggling sense that they should flee being constant but also constantly overwritten by their own desire and affection. A monster that is dishonest, manipulative, desperate to be cherished so it will resort to any means necessary. A human that wants to resist the entrapment but on some primal, instinctive level, yearns to be trapped.
anyway i looked up the post about seeing your grandma's boobs and tumblr has deleted the screenshot of the story where the finnish dude says that americans are "like that" because they haven't seen their grandma's tits
14 and I'm as northern as they come. Born and bred in actual Boston. However, my mom's side of the family is mostly in Alabama.
I’m not a big fan of using all the pig but the squeal, so I’ve always passed on souse, pickled pigs feet, liver mush, and fatback.
And some of these are the culinary abominations ladies bring to covered dish luncheons or are served at the fellowship hall on Wednesday nights, like canned pear and congealed “salads,” which are just vile.
But the real problem with this test is that the South itself is regional. The list has Creole and Cajun dishes, Low Country specialties, and staples of the Tidewater, Gulf Coast, and Appalachia regions all mixed together. If you were raised in Athens or Rome, Georgia that is, you might not encounter half of these, but you are decidedly “Southern.”
I mean, @serpentinesheldonserpentine lives in New England, but I doubt he drinks coffee milk like they do in Little Rhody (probably best not to get him started on whether po’boys are really subs, hoagies, grinders, or heroes, either).
Even within the South, I doubt @golftangohotel, from whom I lifted this meme, and I would agree on barbecue; as a Memphian, I would presume he likes dry-rub pork ribs, whereas I favor Eastern Carolina pulled pork with cole slaw.
If you wanna know who’s really Southern, ask how they feel about Dolly, Johnny, and Hank and what’s their SEC allegiance.
So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????
I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.
Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?