Don’t forget that the valuable peanut oil is separated hydraulically which fractures the peanut meal, and then they add back cheaper soybean oil.

(Side note: That’s why it separates, and that’s why even organic peanut butter separates, it’s because it’s been hydraulically fractured)

In my opinion, the only peanut butter that is worth a damn is fresh crushed from unsalted roasted peanuts.

I agree and that’s still poison.

The idea that when something growling outside the cave has everybody shaking inside, it’s the guy’s job to get a pointed stick and go outside, knees knocking, heart pounding.

This is not compatible with modern life. Especially if the person scrounging around outside is a meth-addled woman, and I happen to go out in uppercut her.

Protectors & providers

It’s one of the worst kind of inequality which women don’t (or rarely) ever examine and question if it’s compatible with modern ideas

I knew Reddit went down for a reason.

As brutal as it is to say, people like that have forfeited any determination on their future once they commit such an antisocial act.

The only barber that was ever able to cut my insane hair passed away after an unsuccessful liver transplant and it was at that point I purchased my own professional clippers.

Having bad haircuts my whole life until I found her is literally a point of trauma that I’ve not recovered from and I’m 49 years old now.

Why is everybody saying slay the spire pioneered the genre when it’s a clone of others?

It’s time to ban this person.

As a kid, we used to go along the train tracks and pick up pieces of coal that tumbled out of the cars.

Coal heating was very common especially in the more remote regions of my area, until the late '70s.

I don’t even understand the question, really.

You can see that underneath the hideous butchering, she was probably a gorgeous woman in her natural form.

I’m not going to try to talk out my ass here, but years ago I dated a gastroenterologist, and one of the conversations we had centered around suicide attempts from people shooting themselves in the stomach.

She said that was the quickest way to not die, but to ensure that you will spend the rest of your life receiving regular medical care and you’ll never shit or piss normally again. Her message in that conversation to me was that the chances of dying by shooting/stabbing yourself in the gut are very low, but that doesn’t mean it’s consequence-free!

No. Yes.

No AJAX

That is not a bold claim, that is a factual statement from someone that works directly in the field.

Yes, a specific example is being in a men’s session and having one of the female counselors invalidate the males’ experience because “Oh yeah, you should try being a woman in a man’s world”. That is just one tiny incident, but it is revelatory of a series of repugnant biases.

My personal experience:

I just took a look at my “Before & After” pictures that span May-Nov 2019. I lost 57Kg of fat and put on about 13Kg of muscle. It was interesting to look back at the slideshow just now!

Although it is difficult to distinguish the muscles growing vs. the fat shrinking, it looks to me like my increase in muscle mass started to be noticeable from around the 3 month point. By “noticeable” I mean that the “definition lines” started to be visible although major increase in mass isn’t apparent.

The increase in mass looks like it started around the 4-5 month point, at which point I had progressed past the “do my best” beginner workouts, and had established the required strength, endurance and range of motion to take the next steps, so to speak.

So I first noticed my strength, endurance, range, and muscular definition increasing, and later noticed the size increase.

I would like to encourage you to keep at it, and don’t chase results. Do what you’re doing with the goal of being happier, having fewer health complications and pains, a little bit of vanity which is totally fine, and let the rest take care of itself.

One of the things that can be very defeating is to assume you will have reached an arbitrary goal by an arbitrary time-frame. Try to shift your perspective to realize that you’re doing all the right things, perhaps there’s some efficiency tweaks but that’s another story. Keep going and don’t measure your progress against anybody else but you!

(I want to acknowledge that my story is not normal. Nobody should ever lose 10Kg+ a month. I’m one of these a__holes that has to do 50% of what most people need to get the same results though and that’s a blessing. I also have digestive and nutrient-absorption issues but I’m not sure how much that plays in.)

That’s because it’s basically alcohol in a pill.

I work in the field of mental health, specifically mostly in the area of recovery mentorship.

This is an area that is effectively dominated by women.

I wish women could see how that within the realm of healing, they have constructed their own systems of power where men are oppressed, abused, belittled, and prevented from accessing those services without standing up to / enduring that level of hatred.

In short, once the oppressed have the guns, they become the oppressors.

It’s also a half finished, borderline empty, mechanically broken, quest broken, AI broken game.

I know people love the combat, and that won me over as well - it’s about as good as you can get. The rest is basically dog shit in my opinion.

I’m not going to elbow drop Owlboy, but I think you should try it within the refund window because in my opinion it’s way overhyped, and does not deliver much mechanically.