I am hinting at crazy shit. I think the word I meant was ‘allude’.
//adjusts bifocals//
My work here is done.
The issue for me isn’t the napkin sandwiches. I mean. They’re funny. Really funny.
OK, really really funny.
But what’s not so funny are the circumstances that surrounded it. Curlcoat obviously grew up in such abject poverty that she couldn’t even come up with a rational way to attempt to survive. She ate those condiments because “Calories wasn’t something we really thought about then, it was more what would fill our stomachs the most and keep us from getting hungry the longest.”
Either basic things like soup kitchens weren’t available to her or weren’t providing enough to even get by on. With no support network and no hope from the government or society, she got by any way that she could.
And then she grew up into the woman she is today. A woman that rails against the poor for daring to want basic health care to make a go of it in this world. A woman that feels the government has no need and no right to help the less fortunate. A woman who, if she could, would shut down the very services that she so desperately needed when she was growing up. And she does it all while sitting at her computer collecting monthly checks from the government through a social service she’d probably be against too if it weren’t currently funding her lifestyle.
The cognitive dissonance would be enough to power the Large Hadron Collider.
Beating the dog does not increase the number of calories it’s meat provides (and in fact requires calories to perform the beating). Beating for tenderization is just as effective after you kill the dog than before, so I’d suggest that Papsett and Curlcoat should avoid cruelty and only beat dead dogs if they are fining their dog meat too tough.
Snort!
Damn sinuses.
Curly admitted, long after she originally brought up the napkin sandwiches, that she ate them when she was a teenager living at home with her then middle class parents. She said that they didn’t feed her enough or often enough or something. So, while she tries to make it sound like an example of abject poverty, it is more an example of child abuse if anything. That’s why she didn’t get government assistance - she didn’t qualify for it based on family income. The other details of her poverty-striken life seem to be of the average getting-on-your-feet-after-leaving-home variety - shitty apartments, minimum wage jobs, tons of roommates, and the like.
So, if the napkin sandwiches thing is true it only proves that she had shitty parents. Personally I doubt it happened, not because I don’t think anyone would eat a napkin (I have no problem believing someone has done it), but because the details of the whole thing keep changing - for one she originally claimed it as part of the poverty that stopped her from going to university in her 20s, but over time she has pulled it back so that now she was 13-14 when this happened.
I agree with you though about the cognitive dissonance.
No idea what the LHC is, but since I didn’t say that stuff, you don’t have any power for it. I realize that it is the usual sport for people here to take one sentence, or even a piece of one, and ssssttttrrrreeeetttccchhh it to sound completely different. Or to take that little piece and ignore all the facts surrounding it. Mostly I ignore it and just consider the source, but when you credit me with things I haven’t said I feel I should say something. So - something.
Another completely wrong thing. I wasn’t a teen, and my parents were not middle class.
You can’t remember what was said, but you rush to post a lie?
Actually, I don’t believe there was much available back then, but it could also be true that whatever there may have been, we didn’t qualify for. My parents were great at living well beyond their means.
Living well below the poverty level for over 10 years is average getting-on-your-feet-after-leaving-home? Huh.
The only details that change are the ones you are making up. One doesn’t need to be living in poverty to not have money to go to university - that shit is expense. Plus, as I said way back when in whatever thread that was, my father didn’t believe in sending females to school so if they had the money at the time, which I don’t think they did, they wouldn’t have used it on me anyway. As it was, I had to bail on my 18th birthday to get away from my father’s abuse, so after that day they paid for nothing.
This is why I never treat you with respect - you not only treat me poorly, you lie. Over and over.
So you failed to lift yourself up by your own bootstraps. That still does not justify mistreatment of dogs.
Conclusive proof of curlys lying, people:
She’s either lying now or was lying then. She has forgotten which details she added along the way.
You assume this because I was poor for awhile?
Uh, what in the world does that have to do with it? I mean, you are right but talk about a non-sequitur!
:rolleyes: GAWD you are an idiot! Note the “or so years old” in there. At the time I wrote that post, I didn’t remember exactly how old I was when that was going on, but since twits like you cannot let it go, I’ve been able to make associations and figure out that I was about 12, maybe 11.
If the best you can do from that whole post is point out that I was about two years off in an estimate I made on something that happen almost 40 years ago, you should just give it up. You are completely unable to hold up your end of what I will call a debate, and all you are doing is making yourself look bad.
Oh–she’s also stated that She Doesn’t Cook. Because her parents wouldn’t teach her. If only she had a teacher for that arcane art, she might have found a better way to deal with her dreadful hunger. (If her parents were so abusive, why the heck didn’t they chain her in the kitchen, so she could be useful. After all, her gender was one of the reasons she was so mistreated. Mom began teaching me how to cook at an early age. So I would have a useful skill & and so I could help out at home. I enjoyed it. Once I discovered cookbooks, look out!)
On the good side: She Doesn’t Vote!
Also, just for good measure:
More lies.
As for She Doesn’t Cook - I had not heard that before, but somehow it does not surprise me.
My first cookbook-To Serve Elephants.
hi5 Meyer
Another wonderful example of someone willing to judge based on few facts and apparently little brain. I don’t cook now because I have no need to, but also because I was never taught to do so. Back when I was a little kid, when such things are generally taught, we didn’t have food to waste on such things, neither did anyone really have time to do so since both parents worked. Its wonderful that your mother had the time, desire and food to teach you, but you must at some point in your life realize that not everyone grew up the same way you did.
Ya know, you are just getting pathetic:
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You spend all this time looking for things you can take out of context to “prove” that I “lied”.
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Apparently to avoid responding to any of the number of thing that you have been wrong about.
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And the best you can come up with is to split hairs. You know quite well that in the context (remember context?) of my saying my folks weren’t (straight) middle class that lower middle class was and is in no way the same thing. You are also splitting the hair that we started to get out of being poor about the time that I was 10, which is essentially the same age as whatever pre-teen age I was when the napkin sandwiches came to be. Perhaps in your world people go from poor and owing everyone to solidly middle class and able to blow money right away, but that didn’t happen to my family at least.
Whatever. You have to live with yourself and if your life is so sad that you enjoy spending this time on me, it’s not going to hurt anything.
She eats the dogs raw.
Fettucini el fido
Whether pre-teen or teen, it comes down to you having stolen condiments to use on the dog.
You do realize that a lot of people were never taught to cook, right? But luckily, the local library has literally thousands of cookbooks just waiting to teach you!
I was raised by my mother & grandmother–both widows who had jobs. But neither one worked 24/7. My first cooking lesson was scrambled eggs. Which were not wasted–we ate them. My cooking education continued after I was a “little kid”–through helping Mom & Grandma, observing them & reading cookbooks.
You don’t need to cook now? Does your husband cook for you? Or do you alternate between restaurants & takeout? I hope you realize that most restaurant kitchens–especially in California–are staffed by Mexican-Americans. Some of whom have dicey immigration status. Since “illegals” are one of the groups you hate, that makes you a hypocrite.
Thanks for not voting, though!