John Duda wrote:I've guerilla gardened one packet of country gentlemen for two years in the same approximate spot. The second year I used seed saved from what I grew in year one. I mowed the weedy grass and punched holes in the ground with a sharpened tree branch and dropped a seed in the hole. Most drops required a little putting to get the seed down the hole. That was it for site preparation and maintenance. I never weeded, watered, or fertilized. The results were mediocre the first year and very poor the second year.
ceramic cook pot with hole (nope)
ceramic cooking pot with center hole (nope)
ceramic pot with hole in center (nope)
ceramic old cooking pot with vent (nope)
ceramic steaming pot with center hole (BINGO!)
... pot with center hole
... pot with hole in center
elle sagenev wrote:
So this is something I struggle with. I try my best to let my kids be who they are but I have to think about society and the impact it will have on them. My son is very sensitive. He cares what other people think of him. Before he started school he would see me painting my nails and ask for it as well. I had no problem doing so. Now, when he asks, I redirect him. I know what the other kids at school would say to him and that it would deeply hurt him. So I haven't told him "No because it's for girls" but I am not painting his nails either.
Joseph Lofthouse wrote: And, when I put on a dress, glitter, or pigtails, I think of myself as the most alpha masculine man in the room... Who else would even dare? In any case, it's only a piece of cloth, there is no gender inherent in how a piece of cloth is sewn together, or how someone's hair is groomed, or what they apply to their skin.
elle sagenev wrote: I posted this because of the things being said to my husband.
Yet the argument is about the word I use to describe myself and my feelings/actions within society. To try to twist that word, which I personally value, into something vile and man hating.
It makes me sad. That's it. Just makes me sad. So I've been arguing for the right to use a word instead of the right for my husband and myself to care for our children equally. Life is weird sometimes.