peeling those sour rainbow gummy strips into long thin strings and putting them into cheap energy drink to create something im calling battery acid spaghetti will update once ive finished it
A little girl got 2nd degree burns from a chicken nugget and the mom asked McDonald's to cover the hospital bill, they said no and she had to sue.
So naturally just like the famous hot coffee debacle it's getting passed around like it's a greedy frivolous lawsuit and nobody understands how dangerously, illegally overheated that oil had to be for that to be possible or what a second degree burn actually is.
A blue check twitter guy already tried to pwn me by saying "duhh they get cooked in 300 degree oil!!"
Fried food isn't brought up to the temperature of the oil. The hot oil just quickly brings it up to safe temperature and then it is removed. For a nugget to destroy your skin it would have had to be left in long enough in hot enough oil to already be multiple safety violations.
I feel like so many countries participating in Eurovision this year understood the assignment. A random-ass song about Edgar Allan Poe? Men in drag singing about buying a tractor as a veiled parody of Putin and Lukashenko? The obligatory girl power ballad/Loki cosplay from Norway? Slovenia and Moldova singing in their native language? France channeling Edith Piaf but, like, combined with EDM? Whatever the hell Belgium has going on?
Like, okay, no pianos were set on fire but we’ve had some pretty great acts
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This shit was revolutionary for the mid-90s. Among other things it helped me understand that transgender and cross-dressing were completely separate things.
To this day, I am in awe of the fact that Patrick Swayze not only campaigned hard to get the audition, not only auditioned in dress and makeup, but spent most of the day leading up to the audition walking around LA in dress and makeup.
This was a man who could sing, dance, act, ride a horse, fight, and walk in heels, he had nothing to prove to anyone, and he is MISSED.
If you’re younger, you may not know Patrick Swayze; he was Taken From Us in 2009. But Patrick Swayze was an icon of masculinity. Men were willing to watch romantic movies because Patrick Swayze was in them.
Patrick Swayze was fucking beefcake.
And this man didn’t just agree to do a movie where the only time he’s not actually in drag is the first three minutes, which involve stepping out of the shower, doing make up, and getting Dressed. He has ONE LINE that is delivered in a man’s voice, and it’s not during those three minutes.
And if you watch those three minutes, you see a stark difference between his portrayal of Miss Vida Bohéme and Wesley Snipes as Noxeema Jackson. (I am not criticizing Snipes’ performance. They were different roles.) Noxeema was a comedy character. Chi-Chi was a comedy character. But Miss Vida Bohéme was a dramatic role, played by a dramatic powerhouse.
When Vida sits down in front of the mirror, she sees a man. And she doesn’t like it.
Then she puts her hair up, and her face lights up.
“Ready or not,” she says. “Here comes Mama.”
And while Noxeema is having fun with her transformation (at one point breaking into a giggling fit after putting on pantyhose), Vida is simply taking pleasure in bringing out her true self. And when she’s done, she sees this:
And you can FEEL her pride.
All of this from an actor who, up to this point, walked on to the screen and dripped testosterone.
It matters that this happened in 1995. It wouldn’t fly today, wouldn’t be the right choice, we’ve moved past it, but it mattered and was important that it happened the way it happened today. It’s one of the stepping stones.