Having lived in the Deep South at that time, I can assure you that there were definitely Bush stans who treated him like Maga treats Trump. The main difference was that they hadn’t found a global network of support that could be broadcast to the public 24/7
Every election within my life has been a battle between “Literal Reincarnation of Jesus” supporters and “If you don’t vote for The Party, we will put your photo in the Two Minutes of Hate for being a fascist” supporters.
That should tell you what you need to know.
Before I fled my home state (in the USA) for another, more accepting state, I would probably have said dropping out of college.
Oddly it was one of the best decisions I made for my mental health. Dropped out, got a job, made friends, moved out of my parents’.
Then I had to flee and ruined all that. Still recovering economically and psychically a year after. Things seem better here, but I’m fighting with an anxiety/panic disorder after putting off mentally dealing with the move (and a dozen other shit life events) for 11 months
When I was around 10-11 my dad sat me down to watch Mulholland Drive with him (because a coworker got it confused with another, more wholesome movie)
For the most part, my neurons were plastic enough to just accept the weird surreal dream logic, but for some reason my subconscious drew the line at sex. I must have been flushing, because my dad turned to me after the movie was over and started apologizing profusely.
The only time I remember feeling that much stunned embarassment/shame at watching a movie was when I got my sister Enter The Void as a gift, having never seen it. (Great movie, but the incestual implications make it hard to watch with family).
Now I’m a lesbian. Mulholland Drive got to me young enough to forever warp my sexuality. (Enter The Void, luckily, did not).
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Yes actually. They add a nice tangy tartness to an otherwise blandly sweet salad. Here’s one of my favorite dishes of all time (minus the lemon zest, that’s overkill)
Also pineapple on pizza is great, I’ll go down with this ship. Y’all missing out on the sweet/savory/salty combos can hate all you want
A gentleman doesn’t ask, and a lady doesn’t tell. I’m too old to think fascism’s new, but too young to remember its last go round