I ain’t even close to a masculist, I’m probably one of better example of an egalitarinist, but I find most of these so called “feminist” movements more or less equal to misandry and not just a desire to be equal.
For the latest ep of Jeet Yet, we went to the Philly spot Supper, which serves up what we’ve begun to think of as “elevated comfort food” - they take home favorites that we all know and love, and fancy them up. It is fun and, for the most part, successful.
1. DAT chandelier. Very cool interior at this place.
2. Buttermilk salad with chicken cracklin’s and cornbread
3. Cauliflower soup
4. Salmon and Carolina green rice
5. Duck and waffles
6. Strawberry rhubarb cobbler
7. Brown Derby pie
8. Menu, duh
Chad makes #blueberry #BBQ sauce, sings #magneticfields #phillyfood #foodporn #philly #phillyfoodporn #americanlunch
I’ve always found the adage “big girls don’t cry” to be insulting, particularly when applied to grown-ass women. First off, we’re not girls. Secondly, the notion that the occasional sob is not human, is false.