Besties you must understand me, I love Ferrari and its comic tragic melodrama SO MUCH. I want the DRAMA, I want the AGONY
I want to see Sainz start beating Leclerc. I want to hear the passive aggressive team radio. I want to see Charles Leclerc’s sad beautiful little face as he watches his teammate on the top step of the podium. I want to watch him think, for just a few awful heart-wrenching seconds, “…what if he’s better than me?”
And then I want to see Leclerc claw it back with the absolutely unhinged aggression he is capable of. To see team orders disobeyed, contact in turn 1, red carbon fibre everywhere, every member of the pit wall with their heads in their hands!! Binotto making statement after public statement about how there is no bad feeling, as they take pains to arrange for their drivers to never encounter one another on the track!! Only Ferrari can make pain so delicious and god do I love them for it
things that happened to me when i was a woman in STEM:
an advisor humiliated me in front of an entire lab group because of a call I made in his place when he wouldn’t reply to my e-mails for months
he later delegated part of my master’s thesis work to a 19-year old male undergrad without my approval
a male scientist at a NASA conference looked me up and down and asked when i was graduating and if i was open to a job at his company. right before inquiring what my ethnicity was because i “looked exotic”
a random male member of the public began talking over me and my female advisor, an oceanographer with a pHD and decades of experience, saying he knew more about oceanography than us
things that have happened to me since becoming a man in STEM:
being asked consistently for advice on projects despite being completely new to a position
male colleagues approaching me to drop candid information regarding our partners / higher ups that I was not privy to before
lenience toward my work in a way I haven’t experienced before. incredible understanding when I need to take time off to care for my family.
conference rooms go silent when I start talking. no side chatter. I get a baseline level of attention and focus from people that’s very unfamiliar and genuinely difficult for me to wrap my head around.
like. yes some PI’s will still be assholes regardless of the gender of their subordinates but, I’ve lived this transition. misogyny in STEM is killing women’s careers, and trans men can and do experience male privilege.
they’ve been playing a LOT of 2000’s pop at work lately. I just heard Cupid’s Chokehold by Gym Class Heroes ft. Patrick Stump. I’m vibing but I’m terrified for our economy
i actually never ever want AO3 to be censored bc nothing is more fun than reading the tags on a fic and going “huh. didn’t know there was a market for that.”
squinting at a tag and trying to decide how badly I want to learn a new word
My problem is that they look like duck-faced beavers, so I expect them to *be* the size of beavers.
Beavers are *huge* – about 35 to 65 lbs (16 to 30 kg) and 3 to 4 feet long.
See, I always thought platypi were tee-tiny–like, the size of your hand–so the first time I saw one in the zoo, which happened to be a two-footer, I was like THEY ARE GIANTS NO ONE TOLD ME
tumblr is such a different animal than other social media platforms for so many reasons obviously but one thing i really find funny about it is how on other sites if i see something that doesn’t interest me i don’t follow or don’t like the post. but on here if someone i follow starts posting exclusively about something really niche that i have no interest in my reaction is never to unfollow. its just part of the natural environment. like oh mutual is now really into pro wrestling? ok i guess ill be seeing these guys around now
in case anyone in wondering, this is Paul Hollywood’s idea of a s'more
You know what, their absolute inability to grasp Mexican foods makes more sense every day
Nodding my head in support of the Americans despite having no clue what a s’more is.
Okay, American immigrant to the UK here to explain all the mistakes from Paul Hollywood happening here: there is one fundamentally American ingredient required to make a s'more correctly but which is basically not available anywhere at all in the UK, and that is graham crackers. A plain digestive biscuit close-ish, but still a very different beast.
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From Wikipedia: A graham cracker is a sweet flavored cracker made with graham flour.
The next ingredient (which is also extremely traditionally American but slightly more variable) is typically Hershey’s chocolate, but you could probably swap this out in the UK with any plain chocolate bar.
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Last ingredient is big marshmallows, the kind you do the chubby bunny challenge with, like the size of your thumb and twice as thick.
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A proper s'more, the most traditional possible variety, involves to graham cracker squares, two slab segments of Hershey’s chocolate, and one to two marshmallows depending on your preference for filling and gooeyness. You put a slab of chocolate on one of the graham cracker squares. Your marshmallows should be toasted, usually over a campfire but if you’re doing them at home over a gas stove burner is fine, but the fire part is critical. You can toast them to whatever degree you like, some people like them nice and golden brown but still kind of firm in the middle, me personally? I want that bitch to CATCH ON FIRE, I want it gooey and sticky as hell in the middle, crispy and burnt on the outside. Slap that motherfucker on your graham cracker and chocolate square, top with the other one so your marshmallow and chocolate are sandwiched together by graham cracker on the outside. You do this with your freshly toasted marshmallow because ideally it will be hot enough to start to melt the chocolate so it sticks to the marshmallow and the graham cracker and, combined with the gooey marshmallow, it keeps the whole thing together, and for that reason some people will let them sit for a hot second to let the melting process happen (especially if like me you have chocolate on BOTH graham cracker squares, not just one, because you’re a sugar fiend), but if you are a young child you do not have that degree of patience and you eat that shit immediately, unmelted chocolate and all. Consume your summer camp delight like a tiny club sandwich, get gooey sticky marshmallow and chocolate all over your hands, and enjoy.
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Important note: this is a kids treat. It is a traditional summer camping trip dessert. It should be something any ten year old with adult supervision and access to the ingredients can make (and make a mess of). They’re called s'mores because kids always “want s'more”. If you are using a blowtorch, chocolate biscuits, and merengue, you are so far beyond the bounds of s'more-hood that you have thoroughly lost the plot. If you offered Paul Hollywood’s concoction to an American child and called it a s'more, they’d tell you flat out that not only is it not a s'more, it looks dumb and you didn’t do it right because it’s not gooey.
Graham crackers are a distinctly American thing. They were created by a minister during the temperance movement who believed that the way to get people to stop masturbating was to feed them a diet of only dry, sugarless crackers made from a coarsely ground wheat.
Fortunately one of the few things Americans love more than protestantism is adding sugar to things. So we added sugar and used them to make s'mores, the most sugar-heavy treat imaginable, and we never did stop cranking it.
I for one enjoy finding new ways to adulterate Rev. Graham’s crackers specifically to spite him.
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