Pads. Well, I don’t like then, but I prefer them to tampons. Every other woman I know seems to prefer the tampons (though, obviously, pads remain on sale, so they must sell enough, even in the US).
Claxton fruit cake. Yes, the long rectangular ones only sold at Christmas, stuffed full of candied fruit. Love that stuff.
Bill Bryson had a nice line about skunk scent in I’m A Stranger Here Myself; he liked "the smell of a skunk from just the distance that you have to sniff the air quizzically and say: ‘Is that a skunk?’ ". I agree.
And on a related note, the smell of hot asphalt, and of mothballs.
I suspect there’s no “allegedly” about it, if this video is any guide: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJZYieU6Cgw&t=59s
The first 15 seconds is one of the funniest things on the internet.
I take pictures of landmarks with my phone, then verify the names of mountains, lakes, rivers, cities, etc, to retrace the exact route (I have some marketing-worthy photos of Mt Shasta and Mt Hood that Southwest would want!). I am weird that way. A lot of people don’t like window seats because that can be cramped, and noisy if you are right next to one of the jets, but if I can, I will choose a window seat with a view (even if it is way in the back). Someone once said taking a flight during the day on a modern airplane and not looking out the window the whole time seems like an enormous waste of money.
I actually prefer the aisle seat on long flights just so I can get up to pee without having to disturb my seatmates, but on shorter flights I’ll try to get a window seat for the reasons you mentioned.
Spam is too pricey! I like cheap potted meat.
I know when we’re over the Atlantic O that’s it, I try to overlay my mental map on the landscape far below and I fail big time. I could never make it as a pilot I’d be flying upside down thinking air was water.
I prefer them, too.
My ex was 6’2" and weighed 135. He was the fittest man I’ve ever known, and way stronger than I was. He tried every means of bulking up, but never could.
Reminded me of the time I ate haggis (and managed to swallow some).
Let’s see if anyone really prefers the middle seat. That would be a notable preference, in my opinion.
I’d rather stand.
Officially “potted meat food product.” And it’s surprising that it’s not more popular, what with its use of appetizing ingredients like “partially defatted cooked port fatty tissue.”
"Ham Dingers, Ham Dingers, Ham Burgers made with ham…Ham Dingers Ham Patties, just heat 'em up in a frying pan!”
I actually preferred Hamdingers to Spam.
In very small amounts, skunk odor can smell like fresh-brewed coffee.
I’m skipping Christmas at your house this year.
Exactly.
Those are the type I typically end up with. I started out doing strength training, and then moved into obstacle training as my primary sport (so basically, stuff that requires good strength relative to body weight). Because of my background in strength training, I still appreciate the aesthetic of an insanely well-muscled body, but in terms of having a partner who can actually participate in the same sport as I do, skinny men are really a better fit for me. (My boyfriend now is 5’9" and probably weighs somewhere between 130 and 145 lbs.)
I thought it was just me that sensed that!
Really? I’ve tried both haggis and black pudding, and was surprised that neither was as disgusting as I expected. Basically, they both tasted like sausage, minus the casing. À chacun son goût, of course.
I’ve never tried haggis, but that’s what I’ve been told by others who have. It’s essentially a sausage, but using a stomach as the casing instead of an intestine.
A sausage made with lung, though. This is not a typical organ used as a food, and it’s the one that gives me pause. But I’d try it if I had the opportunity. I’ve had kidneys, brains, gonads, blood sausage. I draw the line at spleen though. They go bad too fast to trust it. Maybe fresh spleen, though . . .
I’m 63. A friend who is 10 years my senior, grew up on a farm. Brains and eggs were a common weekend breakfast that he thought were a delicacy reserved for their enjoyment since they never sold them, always consumed them. He was shocked to learn as a teenager that nobody wanted to buy them.