I didn’t like season two nearly as much, and, honestly, I found the constant preaching of how every life is precious and worth saving sanctimonious and naïve. I was Team Punisher the whole time. I am looking forward to his show.

I’ll probably check out season 3, because the Kingpin should be back, but I’m not nearly as excited about it.

How did you like Daredevil Season 2?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5_A0Wx0jU4

My daughter and I with all the noms.

As a kid I always saved my favorite part of my meal for last. I wanted the yummiest tastes to be the last on my tongue.
I still do this, and it has taken me 41 years to realize this leads to overeating.
Now of course since I am serving myself, I like everything on my plate, but there is still a hierarchy of yumminess. Salad, broccoli with garlic, homemade mac n’ cheese. So if I eat all my veggies and feel full I can promise you that I will eat the mac n’ cheese anyway. Seriously, will power isn’t my thing.
So what would happen if I ate my favorite food first? Would I be more likely to stop eating when I was full? Could I pack the rest into a container for later?
I think this I’m going to try this. I’ll go ahead and pick the yummiest bits and eat them first and hope that will mean I can stop eating when I am full instead of stuffing myself.
What do you eat first?

Brie, so yummy

I love cheese, real cheese that comes in blocks and has a rind. Cheese that smells pungent with a strong taste that would make kids gag.
So why does the fake orange cheese always look so good? Plastic cheese sauce for nachos. ‘Cheese’ powder for boxed macaroni and chips.
What is it about that shade of orange that makes my mouth water?
I know it’s not real food.

Photo by Mike Mozart

I know it’ll make my stomach hurt and give me a headache. And yet I want it whenever I see it.
It’s addictive.
Do you too long for the fake orange ‘cheese’?

It made me wonder about how life balances itself.

 
Because my experience with subways is via the media, I see them as scary places. Places where people get mugged, molested, and sometimes killed. Places where you are trapped and have no hope for escape.

 
But then I hit YouTube and found heroes, and heroines, and people making music, and dancing, and protecting each other. And I wonder is there really a balance in this world? For every person causing harm is there another bringing joy? For every terrorist is there a good Samaritan? For every person poisoned by fear are there an equal number going into the world and spreading joy?

 
And is it perfectly balanced? I know the yin/yang symbol isn’t good vs evil. I understand it’s about a balanced universe. Dark/light, chaos/order, death/birth etc.

 
But the symbol is balanced, and if that is the way these energies balance, does that mean it will always be this way? That as we become more compassionate, more open, more free, more accepting, that the other side is becoming more oppressive, more fearful, and more violent?

 
And if that’s true, how do we win? How do we create a better town, city, state, country, world if we are constantly battling love vs fear?

 
Sorry, I just got all philosophical on you guys. I’ll post a dorky video next week to balance it out 

 
Anyway, he’s telling me about the tattoo expo he and DD went to while I was working.

 
Hubby: Did Tala tell you about the veggie guy?

 
Me: Um, no.

 
Hubby: He was so funny. He pulls out this tool and starts slicing a pineapple.

 
DD comes over, hearing the story start: Yeah and he’s like AND THAT’S NOT ALL, then he puts on this …

 
Hubby: Yeah, he put on this attachment and took out the nibs of the pineapple.

 
DD: Then he peeled a tomato.

 
Hubby: Yes, a tomato, and he’s got this heavy accent and calls out AND THAT’S NOT ALL.

 
DD: And he pulled out another tool to shred veggies as an extra special deal. He said it was worth forty dollars, but …

 
Hubby: But he would give it to us for twenty. Then he said “but it that all?”

 
Hubby and DD: Then he says OF COURSE THAT’S NOT ALL.

 
They are laughing so hard I can hardly understand them.
For the next 5 minutes hubby and DD bounce back and forth telling me this story.
Of course they bought one, as did the all the other people who stopped to watch him.
I wonder if either hubby or DD will be able to make it work.

Photo by Trevor Owens

For some reason there are meat eaters who get upset when vegetarians eat fake meat. “Why don’t you just eat the real thing?” they demand.

 
And it got me wondering—if these same people saw a lesbian buying a dildo would they ask her why doesn’t she just go have sex with a man?

 
And that lead me to thinking about all the ways fake meat and dildos are alike.

 
1) Not having to deal with what’s attached to the real thing. A being for food or a being for fun you should consider them to some degree. They are a part of the equation, and sometimes you don’t want to have to deal with the emotions/karma/energy involved in other beings, you just want to your desires fulfilled.

 
2) The mess. So beings have fluids, and those can be messy and dangerous. Using the proper protection and cleaning efficiently is a necessity, and can be a fun part of the process, but you don’t always want to deal with it.

 
3) Sometimes it’s about quick, focused satisfaction. Yes, I could spend time prepping beans, tofu and veggies or getting dressed up and going out and meeting someone. But what if I just want something quick. What if I just want a hit of something quick, thick, and fulfilling without the hours of prep?

 
4) Because sometimes you simply want a sausage without any fuss, drama, karma, or interaction with others.

Photo by Chanel Beck

Can you think of any other ways fake meat is like a dildo???

Unless you’ve forgotten your allergy medication.

Then eff the roses and stay home.

GUH!

Photo by Kate Ter Haar

So it seems like every time I change my eating habits, my loving family starts out very supportive and then slowly changes what they bring me for meals.
Yes, you will probably hate me after this, but I almost never cook. Breakfast and dinner are made by my hubby and daughter. They bring it down to the group home for me every day 🙂
But when I start trying to eat better, the meals seem to become bigger. Because I am no longer eating grains, I have to eat double portions of everything else, right?
I’ll give you an example.
My daughter made me Japanese omelets and stir-fried shrimp and vegetables. I was starving, and I’m a pig so I ate all of it. I thought the omelets were just really fluffy. So with my plate empty, I leaned back to finish watching my show (yes, I know it’s better to eat mindfully, but I don’t have that kind of time, people) and then the amount of food I ate hit my stomach. I was SO full. Disgustingly full.
When I asked my daughter she said that she used six eggs. SIX EGGS!!!! WTH!
I would never eat six eggs in one meal. I had to limit her to three, and ONLY if she felt it REALLY needed them for what she was making.

Photo by Mack Male

Hubby brings me platters full of seasoned baked tofu and roasted vegetables. It takes me hours to eat them all!
I know you all feel for me, being brought these delicious meals that are too big to eat in one sitting.
Truly, my life is hard.

Noms my daughter made.

There are times when I complain about something, and my privilege and wealth just smack me in the face. I am not wealthy by American monetary standards, but compared to so many people I am.
So here are some things I’ve said to myself and then thought, “Really? You’re actually going to complain about that? What is wrong with you?”
When I’m tired and go to put my bed together (it’s a futon that folds from a couch to a bed), sometimes the sheets are in the dryer, and I have to make up my bed. So irritating! Until I remind myself that I have a house, and a bed, and sheets that were washed and dried in a machine, so they are nice and clean and sweet-smelling.
When we run out of the distilled water I like, and I have to drink the distilled water hubby grabs from Circle K. Yes, please continue to complain about the clean water you have to drink.
Between my Kindle, bookshelf, and stock of books from the library, I don’t know which to read. This stresses me out. So I have unlimited access to books, extra money to buy books, and unlike many women in today’s world, I am able to learn to read, and yet it’s stressing me out?
So these are an example some of the things that run through my mind that catch me as being particularly First World Privileged.