#salad supremacy

[buffaluff]

(maddie voice) math is hard 😰 i accidentally turned day 11’s @bucktommyfluffebruary prompt from double date to triple date, whoops!

day 11: double triple date 💖🌈🎶

i don’t draw my beloved henren NEARLY enough, and i had to sneak some saleddie in there too 🎉💖

[podcastwizard]

saw a billboard advertising a low calorie pasta as having "the same amount of calories as a salad." brother if you saw the salads i ate you'd hurl

[librarymousesqueak]

On Friday afternoon I was driving home from work, eating bites of my leftover salad from lunch while waiting at red lights, and this guy on an ebike made rubber necking eye contact with me while I went down a hill and he went up it.

Like I don't know if he recognized me as his friendly neighborhood librarian out doing kinda abnormal shit on a Friday afternoon, or if he was just horrified to see me eating with metal cutlery while sitting in the driver's seat of a running car, but whatever it was, some part of my actions horrified him.

It was a good salad, though.

[dianoetikon]

Which random quirk of mine can I slap onto a muse today? Olives. Ratio loves olives. Will (secretly, so only when nobody is gonna see and judge) eat a whole glass of olives sometimes. The best olives can be bought in either ██████ or ███████████, both places he hasn't been able to visit for a while. A tragedy, really.

They're just great snacks while reading.

[wednesdayschildswitchcraft]

I have a personal headcanon that all of the bats in the batfamily can cook, but to differing degrees.

Alfred: God among Men, high brow and low brow, man lived with post-war rationing and army meals, can also lay out a 5 course gourmet meal of any type of cuisine, only weakness is waffles, just can't get the timing and consistency correct.

Bruce: can cook, but only if he focuses on it, if he gets distracted, he will burn it whatever it is. Will still eat it because he doesn't actually care about taste. Eating is annoying type of autistic

Dick: has a solid 5 to 10 things he can consistently cook well that's mostly just basics with one 'special occasions' meal, otherwise, human garbage disposal that eats mostly carnival foods if left to his own devises.

Jason: solid cook, learned a lot from Alfred, mostly cooks poor/street food type things from around the world, but can elevate it to gourmet if needed. May or may not have worked as a line cook at one point. Prone to using too much rosemary/garlic/paprika according to people with a weaker palette

Tim: the best stoner food ever. 10/10 no notes. Gives line cook energy after 48hrs awake. Also, on the rare occasion he can get his brain out of casework, pastries. It's chemistry but for food with razor-thin margins of error and painstaking attention to detail, so it's like a little treat for himself

Steph: normal basic cooking. Crockpot and casserole supremacy, cookies and basic cakes. Nothing fancy, no frills, has definitely worked as a fry cook at one point.

Cass: learned from Dick, 5-10 basics, and a chili that is deemed a health hazard in 26 of the 48 continental states plus Alaska. Pain is a competition and she is winning.

Damian: Arabic, Nepalese, and Chinese vegetarian dishes, entirely because that's what he wanted to learn to cook.

Duke: All-around solid cook much like Steph, good at soul food and struggle foods, also, incredible sandwiches. Like god-tier homemade subs.

The Fox family: soul food, but kinda bougie. Secret family fried chicken recipe that multiple people would be willing to kill for.

Harper Row: struggle meals. Like condiments and stale crackers turned into something incredible type of magic bs. Cullen has learned some, but Harper is Queen

Babs: jail, puts raisins in the potatoe salad, jello mold bitch. Makes a mean meatloaf, though. Still asked to bring plates and napkins to family potlucks/cookouts

[buffaluff]

it’s the weekend, mods are asleep, post salad fanart 😈🏖️🌴😎

(saleddie…saled…salad….get it?) 🥗💖

[vxnillabxn]

Hiiii, may i request for a fic where Zayne's partner is an absolute carrot lover?? How would he feel about that... It'd be funny definitely. Also btw love your writings on Zaynie<3

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚i'm a sucker for carrot cake and carrot muffins, especially when they add cinnamon on them !! now i can't stop thinking about zayne wearing bunny pajamas, though (with the cute ears and the fluffy tail, AAAH). tysm for requesting, and also thank you for the support! ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ

he thought you did it out of spite.

maybe you wanted to tease him.

maybe you wanted to make fun of a rather childish dislike for a grown man to have.

maybe it was an inner joke that carried on towards the years, and you never let go.

but he soon realized you truly, truly…

simply loved carrots.

like, a lot.

from adding them to smoothies, enjoying carrot cake, carrot muffins, carrot caramel pudding… and eating an outrageous amount on salads, he knew you weren't just poking fun at him.

the cherry on top was when you bought a carrot plushie and carrot pajamas, both for you and him.

he refused to wear them, of course.

first of all, you two own prettier matching pajamas anyway.

second of all, carrots? seriously?

“these are custom made!”

you whine, holding them up for him to see.

no way, he won't put them on.

he might indulge in everything you ask him to, but not this time.

he stays dead silent.

“ugh, suit yourself, then.”

you storm out and walk to the bathroom to change, looking absolutely radiant with the orange shorts and the oversized t-shirt with cute carrots.

when you come out, there's a glint in your eye he knows too well.

you have a trick under your sleeve.

“ah, what a coincidence! i accidentally bought bunny pajamas too! hm… don't bunnies eat carrots? ah, right!”

you turn to look at him, holding the bunny pajamas with bunny ears and all.

“now we can still match!”

…

he doesn't know which one is worse.

if the simple orange pajamas, or the bunny ones.

he looks at you, and then he sighs, outstretching his right hand.

“give me the carrot one.”

you squeal in joy, handing him the bigger version of your pajamas.

“there you go! was it really that difficult, zaynie?”

way too difficult for his liking, but your smile makes it worth it… at least a little bit.

he takes his time inside the bathroom, and when he emerges, you already have your phone ready for some pictures.

he didn't sign up for this.

“zaynie~”

you call out, smiling widely.

he takes a deep breath and walks towards you.

he looks like a giant carrot himself.

bright orange.

though his expression is not as cheerful as the cute faces on the carrots.

he puts your phone away and softly pushes you down, hovering over your body.

“let's sleep.”

he says firmly, but not unkindly.

“but—”

he pushes your carrot plushie against your face softly.

“sleep.”

you groan and mumble, but you soon push the plushie away and settle under the covers, still waiting for his arms to wrap around you as he spoons you.

he soon does, pulling you closer to him.

and there you lay, on his minimalist bedroom, under his clean, simple sheets… in obnoxiously orange matching pajamas.

though, as revenge for not letting you take pictures, you'll make sure to add carrots to his favorite desserts.

he doesn't even notice when you sneakily do.

and he doesn't care either when he kisses your lips just as you ate something with carrots on it.

maybe next time, you'll buy matching carrot swimwear.

or carrot hats for you to wear in public.

oh, yeah.

either that, or he'll have to be the bunny to your carrot.

and the idea of zayne having bunny ears and a fluffy bunny tail while mentally scolding himself for not choosing a damn carrot in the first place is very tempting.

on a different note, carrots are good for eyesight, too.

and you want your boyfriend to be strong and healthy!

so, in the name of health and science, he must succumb to the carrot supremacy.

and with a gentle kiss on his lips as you turn around in his arms, he already knows you're up to no good.

but he can't wait to see what you drag him into, once again.

he can't say no to you, anyway.

[witheringsapphic]

this is why i like dr pepper

it tastes good. and tastes like its name. it tastes spiced (not spicy) like pepper

[veliseraptor]

July Reading Recap

Fewer books this month than last month but that's. not saying a lot given that last month was nuts. Ended up with mostly horror, most of which I was fairly unimpressed by; sometimes I feel like I should just give up on the genre, but that would make me very sad.

Hey, Hun: Sisterhood, Supremacy, and the Other Lies Behind Multilevel Marketing by Emily Lynn Paulson. I almost never listen to audiobooks, but we had a long road trip in July and actually went and tracked one down that looked interesting. I'm fascinated by MLMs in a similar way that I'm fascinated by cults. This book was...okay? In a lot of ways it was fun, dishy, but it fell a little short on real analysis. The author's periodic attempts to talk about white supremacy felt awkward and a little strained, like someone out of her depth trying to speak to something she knew was there but didn't quite know how to approach. Which I guess boils down to the general shortcoming of this book being first and foremost a personal account and secondarily a study of the phenomenon.

Just Like Home by Sarah Gailey. I was really enjoying this one, and I feel like there was something interesting being said in it, but I felt like it didn't quite end up working for me and I'm struggling a little to articulate why. I know I'm picky about horror but sometimes I feel kind of ridiculous about it. I think maybe it was because the ending felt a little too nice, though, in a way that did not work for me. The situation was fucked up and the book seemed to think it wasn't; I'm not averse to fucked up situations where things are "good" but I want it to be a little uneasy. That sentence feels like word salad.

The Bird Way: A New Look at How Birds Talk, Work, Play, Parent, and Think by Jennifer Ackerman. I never know with biology science books if I'm going to end up annoyed by too much anthropomorphization, which was the anxiety I came into this book with - and while it was definitely there I feel like the author balanced fairly well in terms of treating birds as birds while compellingly laying out aspects of behavior across species that were very fun to learn about. I enjoyed it enough that I'll probably end up picking up the author's other book at some point.

Reverse Colonization: Science Fiction, Imperial Fantasy, and Alt-victimhood by David M. Higgins. Quite possibly my favorite book I read this month. I think I picked this one up because of Speculative Whiteness, and it was fun to see it citing Colonialism and the Emergence of Science Fiction a fair amount as well. Found the analysis here extremely compelling. The discussion of the factors that make potentially subversive fictions vulnerable to reactionary coopting - for instance, decontextualized or vague depictions of generic empire - was particularly interesting to me, as was the general discussion of the dangers of "victimhood-as-virtue" as a model for understanding oppression. Love reading academic analyses of things I love that are actually really good.

The Romance of the Three Kingdoms by Luo Guanzhong. I've had this one on my list for a while as part of my general "dang I have no background or knowledge of this massively influential entire literary context, I want to do something about that" project, and finally got around to it as part of my "trying to read more from my realistic fiction" shelf. (Which, could argue with 'realistic fiction' but. It felt better there than with the scifi/fantasy shelves.) This was a heavily abridged version, to be sure, and I don't know that I'd feel equipped to read the unabridged; more than Journey to the West there were ways in which it started to feel somewhat repetitive after a while. (Mostly the battles, let's be real. I never got sick of the politicking and treachery and trickery, that part was always good.)

Ballad of Sword and Wine: vol. 4 by Tang Qiu Qing. Every time I spend a little time away from this book I forget how good it is, and also how much I love the ways Shen Zechuan is completely unhinged, but, like, in a way where it's not always obvious immediately. You might have thought Xiao Chiye was the one to worry about. He's not.

I also just continue to enjoy how much, compared to other danmei I've read, this novel is plot. It feels like it is about the plot first and the primary relationship second, which is not always true (and that's fine! just fun to read something different here).

Something I Keep Upstairs by J.D. Barker. Yet another "this is fine" horror novel. A little better on the "this is fine" scale than others I've read recently, but still. It was fine. The experience of reading it was relatively pleasant. I will be forgetting about it in less than a month.

Witchcraft for Wayward Girls by Grady Hendrix. I think this book would have been better if it weren't horror. Honestly, though! And I don't say that lightly, because I am more of a horror reader in general! But sometimes you read a horror novel and you're like. The horror aspects here are not the interesting part. And that's how I felt about this one. I also felt a little like it wanted to be The Reformatory but wasn't as good, though maybe that's on me for reading them in relatively close proximity.

The Missing Thread: A Women's History of the Ancient World by Daisy Dunn. Why do I keep reading books like this? Good question. If I was somewhat frustrated by Emma Southon's book that I read a couple months ago, I was positively maddened by this one, most especially its approach to the sources without any skepticism whatsoever or consideration that perhaps the stories should not be taken at face value. The section on Messalina in particular compared very poorly with another book I read recently. And then there was the fact that a lot of it was just recapping primary sources that I was already familiar with, which was not this book's fault exactly but...I feel like your analysis should contribute something new that's not just retelling selections from Herodotus. Or maybe that's just me.

Perilous Times by Thomas D. Lee. Remember this complaint? Yeah, that was this book. It got...better? Complicated things a little more, which was what I was hoping for. But it didn't quite recover enough, and the neat and convenient "oh, everyone has converged on a common enemy and resolved their differences!" moment was altogether too pat.

She Eats the Night by Marjorie Liu & Sana Takeda. Been meaning to read this for a while because in my experience Marjorie Liu can't lose, and once again she did not lose!!! Definitely going to be picking up the next one of this series and keeping an eye out for if there's going to be more. Takeda's art isn't my favorite visually but the story here was executed so gloriously that I don't even care. And, as usual, Liu and her monstrous women. I'm about it.

Conspiracies of Conspiracies: How Delusions Have Overrun America by Thomas Milan Konda. Delighted by how often this book cited A Culture of Conspiracy, the book I just read, but was a little more current. I did feel like the author defined conspiracy theories a touch too narrowly, but the closing analysis about whether the proliferation of conspiracy theories is an effect of or a cause of rising authoritarianism was very interesting and thought provoking to me. Worth a read if you, like me, are very interested in the American history of conspiracy theories, how they've developed, where they come from, and how they've been used over the years. (Also just like. I know it but it still kind of surprises me every time when, seemingly inevitably, the gravity of conspiracy theories comes around to the Jews.)

We Live Here Now by Sarah Pinborough. I feel like I know what this book was trying to do and it almost accomplished it. But not quite. Which honestly was the story of most of the horror I read this month. I came out of it mostly feeling like the interesting things about this book were done better by The September House. (I definitely think it would've been better if the author had sustained one POV through instead of alternating.)

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Currently reading the most recent volume of Erha, which has hit probably my favorite part of the book as a whole. I'm heading on vacation shortly so I've stocked up my e-reader on books including Transformation by Carol Berg (rereading Rai-Kirah!!), Femina: A New History of the Middle Ages by Janina Ramirez, Hera by Jennifer Saint, and the audiobook of Strongmen by Ruth Ben-Ghiat. Also a bunch of others that have been sitting on the reader for ages because I mostly only e-reader when I'm on vacation.

Also started reading Got Dropped Into a Ghost Story on recommendation by @spockandawe, which is a lot of fun so far but I haven't really dug into yet. Keep eyeing Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint but I'm overwhelmed by the length.

If anyone has any horror recs I will take them, I'm getting desperate here.

[jerzwriter]

Thanks for this ask - Here is part 2 of a series of little drabbles to see what Tobias does with the pumpkin pie throughout different periods of his life (and in some different worlds, too!) I hope you enjoy it as much as Tobias (and I) love pumpkin pie!

Book: Open Heart (pre-series) Characters: Tobias Carrick, Ethan Ramsey Rating: Teen Words: 1,003 Summary:             It's the Hopkins years, and if you think Ethan & Tobias's rivalry takes a break for the holidays, you would be mistaken!

A/N: Participating in @choicesholidays Winter Event - "You did what with the pumpkin pie?" and @choicesdecember2024 Day 1 - Naughty and Day 8 Spices.

It wasn’t a typical night in Ethan and Tobias's Baltimore apartment. Tonight, neither man would be found hovering over textbooks. There was no studying and no cramming for exams, but their competitive nature wasn't taking a break - tonight, it just took on a different flavor.

The smells of cinnamon, nutmeg, and pumpkin engulfed their home, spreading out to the hallways. It smelled delicious, even if the kitchen looked like a lab experiment gone horribly wrong. Flour dusted every surface, and bits of dough were scattered everywhere. The joyful strains of Christmas music played in the background, but they were barely audible over their neverending bickering.

Tobias was proud as a peacock, holding up his pie crust as if it were a trophy. “This... this right here is art. Crisp, buttery perfection so flaky and delicious, it has been known to make angels weep.”

Ethan’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Angels don’t give a shit about your pie crust, Tobias. But they do care about flavor. It’s all about the pie filling, and I’ve perfected the ratio of spice to sweetness in mine.”

"Are you calling me bland, Becky?" Tobias smirked. "Please, I'm waiting for you to add raisins to the mix, just like you did to your potato salad on July Fourth."

This had been going on all day. All it took was Tobias casually mentioning his mother’s pumpkin pie recipe - then Ethan insisted his was better. Anyone who knew the two of them knew there was only one way this could end, and that’s how the two future doctors found themselves elbow-deep in flour, vying for culinary supremacy.

Ethan’s girlfriend, Vincenza, sat perched on a stool nearby – close enough to bear witness but far enough away to avoid becoming a casualty. She was as patient as she was beautiful, quietly sipping her wine as she watched the chaos unfold. “For the record, if this ends in a tie, I’m declaring myself the winner just for sitting through this. It’s not exactly how I planned on spending date night.”

Dina, Tobias’s “flavor of the week,” leaned against the fridge with a grin. The raven haired law student had quickly adapted to the whirlwind that was Tobias Carrick, and tonight was no exception. “Hey, I’m just here for free pie,” she laughed. “But I have to admit, you two are taking this far too seriously.”

“Too seriously?” Tobias gasped, clutching his rolling pin to his chest. “There is no such thing as ‘too seriously’ when it comes to pumpkin pie.”

“For once, you're right,” Ethan said without missing a beat. “This is serious business, Dina... it's not for the faint of heart!”

By the time they placed the pies in the oven, the kitchen looked like a war zone. Vincenza snapped a photo for posterity—or, as she put it, for “evidence when you inevitably blame each other for this mess.”

About an hour later, the two pies emerged from the oven, golden and fragrant. Dina blindly placed a sticker with the letter A and another with the letter B at the bottom of both pies. Then, the four of them sat around the small table for the taste-off.

Vincenza went first, thoughtfully tasting a bite of Pie A. She was impressed. “The crust is really good – buttery, flaky... and the filling isn’t bad either. This is off to a solid start.” She cleansed her palate with a sip of wine before moving on to Pie B. Her eyebrows shot up. “Wow! This one is spicy! Great texture... it has a bite. They're both great, but it's B for me.”

Dina was next and eager to offer her opinion. “Pie A feels classic, like something that would be served on antique china at a fancy Thanksgiving dinner. But Pie B is more... adventurous. It’s like a modern twist on an old classic. It’s great, but A is more my speed.”

Tobias and Ethan each tried to maintain poker faces as they bit into what they assumed to be their own creations. Tobias declared A the winner, while Ethan insisted it was B.

Vincenza peeked under the pie pans. “Not that it matters since it’s a 2-2 tie, but Pie A belonged to Tobias, and Pie B was Ethan’s.”

“A tie,” Tobias groaned. “I demand a recount.”

But Ethan merely shrugged, taking a bite of Tobias’s pie. “Honestly, I’m impressed. Your crust is better than I expected. If you’d just used my pie filling, you might’ve actually won this thing.”

“You two are insufferable,” Vincenza said, shaking her head with a laugh. “But at least we get two great pies out of this!”

As the night went on, Dina stood up with a yawn. “Well, I’m exhausted,” she said, giving Tobias a pointed look. “I’m going to head to bed.”

“I’ll be right in, gorgeous," Tobias winked.

But before he made his way to his room, Ethan caught his friend grabbing the remainder of his pie filling and a can of whipped cream from the fridge out of the corner of his eye. Tobias almost made a clean getaway when Ethan’s voice called out.

 “What are you going to do with that?” he asked, eyes narrowed.

Tobias paused in the doorway, his signature mischievous grin spreading across his face as he turned around slowly. “Oh, nothing wholesome, my friend. Nothing wholesome at all... do you really want to know?”

Ethan groaned, running a hand down his face. “Please, forget I asked.”

“Done,” Tobias nodded, “but unless you and Chenza are planning on making some noise of your own, you may want to put up the Christmas music. Capiche?”

“You know, getting through medical school is hard enough without having to deal with you.”

“Please,” Tobias laughed. “I keep things... interesting.”

Ethan stepped into the living room and joined Vincenza on the couch, laughing despite himself. He turned up the volume of the radio before slipping an arm around his girlfriend. Life with Tobias was always unpredictable—but it was never, ever boring.

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

[chuuyascumsock]

Ik Chuuya is an absolute twink in canon, but I believe in twunk Chuuya where bro may be short but is built like an absolute unit and can throw you over his shoulder like a sack of farm fresh grown potatoes. I believe in a Chuuya that could lug me around like an amazon package and toss me like a salad.

Rugged Twunk Chuuya Supremacy y’all.

[kalesaladd]

RAINDROP CONTENT FROM MY WIFE I LOVE YOU 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Happy Birthday to my silly wife, @kalesaladd.

COME GET YER BOIS

(Lowkey didn't realise the date until I got into work this morning and was like FFFFFFFFUUUUU. So banged this out when I got home lmaoooo)

[vsa-pieldepapel]

agree with your religious hierarchy post but i also think you forget that amab transgenders are only 'valuable' in online spaces and only valued by other afab transgenders. they are seen as a disgusting dangerous perverts by normies, while afab transgenders are only seen as annoying pick-mes or poor broken girls and not taken seriously at all (the reason is misogyny again lol)

also funny to me how ralsei is transbian-ified (or at least made some sort of nonbinary) in a lot of ralsusie stuff because these fandom bitches see straight men as the evil thing that shouldn't exist in their perfect mental dollhouses

thats fair. I didnt go into the normies because it's not the normies posting headcanons about fictional characters on social media lol.

Honestly? thanks for acknowledging that misogyny is the prime factor why that view is so prevalent both for the normies and within the community itself. I find denying the role that your agab plays in how you are perceived the equivalent of covering your ears and going LALALALALA, problems don't disappear when people refuse to acknowledge them, it's like pretending racism or economic class struggles don't exist. If I'm real with you i was so disrespected by community mtfs regardless of my identity back then and saw ftms as punching bags so frequently that I cant have a bleeding heart for mtfs. You read what the "transfem supremacy" and "d*kebreaking" tags have (gonna ruin your fucking day btw dont do this) and its like yeah whatever you don't give a fuck about me and it is very obvious in how you write, you can't expect me to go and cry about your suffering for you. respect is a two way street, and everyone has the things they personally advocate for with the most passion, and i'm not gonna waste my energy caping and defending people who were at best mocking and at worst actively vitriolic of my identity back then because of my agab. stay mad.

the same way straight men are demonized lesbianism is the ultimate coveted identity, so that's the other part of why it's specifically ral and not susie. lesbian is the label that everyone is trying to make the most flexible and saying isn't inclusive enough until you have incoherent word salad like "non-men loving non-men" which is one of the most Did an Internet woke Activist or A Third World Religious Rightoid Misogynist Say This things i have ever seen stated without a hint of irony. I will say though- because i am a shit- to me it is hilarious to see people tying themselves into knots because theyre so self flagellating about liking a straight couple. sorry it's so hard for you but i am better, sucks to suck, etc. I recommend you laugh at it too if you aren't already rofl

[sour-screaminginagony]

II 16 ACT 1 DROPS TOMORROW AND IM SCARED :( BUT ANYWASY I LOVE DRAWING QUEER OBJECTS AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME!! BI EEVERYTHING TACO!! BISEXUAL! BIGENDER! EVERYTHING SALAD!! CAN YOU GUESS THAT SHE'S Y FAVOIRUTE CHARACTER??! I'LL BE DROPPING ALL THE CHARACTERS I HAVE SHIPPED HER WITH EVENTUALLY!! MULTISHIPPER SUPREMACY!! MWAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!1!11!-!

[she-had-trouble-with-herself]

just me enjoying some free time fully believing in fruit salad supremacy 🛐

[minicy]

Really resent my culture's relationship to food. Food as a commodity, as something to be grown not to be eaten but to be sold overseas and to rot uneaten in fields and behind grocery stores. Food as a comfort, one of few things you get to actually choose and indulge in, and the least healthy choices are the ones that are easiest to buy and consume. Food as a point of control, you can't buy food if you don't sell at least so many hours of life to the Machine, and then what you do get as someone at the bottom of the hierarchy is dictated by others- paternal lawmaking, or arbitrary restrictions, or food given that is unpalatable or outside of your culture or that you don't know how to prepare. Food as a product, what you want is what we have paid for you to want, the food choices you make dictate your marketable lifestyle, the things you eat and drink show your allegiances and your subculture and your sub-subculture, you must eat this much to enter.

Food as a tool for shame is one of the worst offenders. You shouldn't have eaten those things, you should eat this thing instead, why aren't you doing what you're supposed to? You listened to those advertisements and ate what we designed to be as delicious and consumable as possible? You're disgusting. Why won't you eat what you're given? You're ungrateful. Why would you have that carb? Sorry, why would you eat that meat? Sorry, why would you eat anything besides meat? Then, food as a punishment: you must eat the unpleasant thing in unpleasant ways, or else you are irresponsible and deserving of great cruelty. Or, you must not eat anything, or else you are weak willed and deserving of great cruelty. Or, you need to get better, since eating disorders are a feminine problem, a mental health problem, a physical health problem, and being unhealthy is immoral, and unhealthy people are deserving of great cruelty. Why can't you just be normal? By the way, your entire workplace is going keto this month. Your friend is intermittent fasting. Your parents are back on Weight Watchers. Why can't you just be normal?

Then, the way white supremacy permeates it all. Different is disgusting, new is untrustworthy, flavor is unhealthy. I feel like I've been so much better since I started clean eating. That MSG gave me migraines. No, I don't mean from chips, those are fine, I mean from all the stuff they put in Chinese food. Not sure if I want to go in on some tacos, my stomach can't handle it, haha. You know that fried food is always unhealthy, right? And unhealthy is always immoral. Did you eat your vegetables today? Oh, no, of course curry doesn't count. Those vegetables were seasoned and cooked. Processed vegetables don't count. You should have a salad with that, then. You should try this quinoa salad I made. You should really be using agave instead. You should really try out this cleanse.

Food as an entitlement, too, for those with the power in this culture. Violence waged over tropical fruit. Panic over access to anything wanted at any time being interrupted, not even halted. A lack of willingness to change even the smallest amount of their diet when they find out it's killing our planet to farm this many steer, or catch this many fish (and their habitats and the bycatch), because I want steak god damnit, it's a free country!

We're sold poison for our binges and diets for our purges. Our options are growing slimmer, as time is stolen and markets are shuttered and prices continue to go up while packages continue to shrink. Health is kept behind paywalls and sickness is moralized. And somehow, you're the one who's wrong if you don't buy in.