the cast iron pan in the dishwasher thing made me upset :meow-tableflip:

but anyway, the whole whatever-the-fuck reminds me of this quote i read in an essay from 1970...

“If they (young and unrealised men who desire men, who affect machismo, ultramasculinity, and who constitute the hard core of our military-industrial-police-mafia-combine) would go fuck each other (and I use that word in its most positive and appreciative sense) the world would be vastly improved. They make it with women only to brag about it, but are actually far happier in the barracks than in boudoirs. This is, perhaps, the real meaning of “make love, not war”. We may be destroying ourselves through the repression of male-male bonds.”