tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146512.post9072253610348380076..comments2024-03-12T22:31:46.500-04:00Comments on What Would Phoebe Do?: SlopPhoebe Maltz Bovyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996039330841139883noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146512.post-36046857076372142282013-05-23T18:14:56.276-04:002013-05-23T18:14:56.276-04:00"That's really interesting, and glad you&...<i>"That's really interesting, and glad you're doing better! It's a bit like when someone loses weight because they're depressed/anxious, and everyone around them will admire their willpower. We're so attuned to the pitfalls of overconsumption that we're not sure what to make of underconsumption, other than to praise it."</i><br /><br />Glad Alex is doing better as well.<br /><br />But let us never forget: nothing is as sexy as tuberculosis.Peteynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146512.post-64293868270723944892013-05-23T16:30:01.042-04:002013-05-23T16:30:01.042-04:00Britta,
Every problem with slop you mention is on...Britta,<br /><br />Every problem with slop you mention is one I know well. If the slop is tasty, it gets eaten in unhealthy-as-i-you'll-feel-sick-later quantities. If not, to the trash. Pasta at least gives the illusion of a different meal each time. <br /><br />Buns and coffee... out of context, that sounds good to me right now, and is probably my cue to seek out something of that nature. <br /><br />Alex,<br /><br />That's really interesting, and glad you're doing better! It's a bit like when someone loses weight because they're depressed/anxious, and everyone around them will admire their willpower. We're so attuned to the pitfalls of overconsumption that we're not sure what to make of underconsumption, other than to praise it.Phoebe Maltz Bovyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17996039330841139883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146512.post-47723558744174378922013-05-23T07:37:05.444-04:002013-05-23T07:37:05.444-04:00hah, yes, very true about unhappiness expressed as...hah, yes, very true about unhappiness expressed as indifference to stuff, I'm so glad you point this out. I'm sort of climbing out of a solid five or so years of aimless semi-depression, during which I was pretty much uninterested in anything material-- clothes, decent food, entertainment, alcohol, whatever. What was funny was how everyone around me acted like this was some sort of virtue on my part (sometimes to the extent that they would sometimes act insecure even threatened, like: you make me feel bad because I actually want things which so now I feel selfish in comparison) and I'd be like, no like this isn't some sort of noble spartan lifestyle of deliberate self-denial, I just literally cannot muster up the ability to care about anything at all. But nobody ever really got it, which was kind of annoying because if I'm going to be admired for something I'd prefer it be something admirable. Plus I hated that some people assumed I was judging them for enjoying life because why on earth would I do that, like, trust me the alternative pretty much sucks mostly.<br /><br />But yeah anyway. I am happy to say that I am (slowly!) regaining the ability to appreciate "frivolities" as I move forward and tbh it feels pretty good. :)alexnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146512.post-6289889548073436082013-05-23T06:35:15.295-04:002013-05-23T06:35:15.295-04:00I find that when I make a big batch of slop, eithe...I find that when I make a big batch of slop, either it's not as much as I thought/bf is bottomless pit, and it's gone in two meals or less, or no one really wants to eat it after a 2nd or 3rd time, and it languishes in the fridge/freezer until I throw it out, which is more wasteful. But yes. Fast, nutritious, and tasty is IMO the reason pasta exists. Same concept every day, but you can vary up how it tastes.<br /><br />Also, in family lore, my great grandmother lived on buns and coffee, leaving the real food for her many children. This was always held up as a ideal of how a good Swedish mother would sacrifice for her children.Brittahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02224221011978374915noreply@blogger.com