Throw a half-eaten pizza on the floor right next to a bin.
I passive-aggressively bitched about it loudly to my friends and he eventually picked it up and actually put it in the bin.
How you gonna walk right next to a fucking bin and then deliberately not use it.
As a woman, I don’t tend to care too much about gendered groups. I’m of the opinion that if somebody doesn’t want me there, I don’t want to be there.
Depending on the context of the group, there’s a valid reason for their existence, for example pregnancy groups (probably sex-exclusive though?) as I don’t really see what a male/man would get out of it.
I’m sure similarly valid groups exist for men, but I can’t think of any right now.
I tend to be more okay with women’s only spaces just because they feel safe – due to certain men displaying overt and unwanted sexual desires and seemingly just unable to control themselves, which can be uncomfortable or trigger traumas – so naturally I believe men should be entitled to their own spaces as well.
If the purpose of the group is that they’re sexiest, I honestly don’t know why the opposite gender would want to hang around them anyway.
My mum said when she had no money she lived off eggs, rice, spring onions (which you can just continuously regrow from the bulb) and dried fish.
I don’t know the nutritional facts of this meal, but it worked for her.
If you switch out the fish for chicken or something like spam or corned beef, that’ll do me.
I’ve been pirating Photoshop since I was about 12. I ended up moving to Krita when Photoshop decided to stop detecting my pen after I eventually updated to Win11, and I’m glad I did.
My husband even offered to get me an Abobe subscription so I can keep using something I’m familiar with without jumping through hoops to pirate it, but I absolutely refuse to pay a subscription for a programme I should be able to buy outright, and I’d rather just change to something else altogether.
I don’t know why every fucking thing has to be a subscription with a shitass company attached to it that keeps fucking over customers.
Sinigang na baboy. Or basically anything my mum makes.