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  • GBBO Series 17 Episode 6: Pastry Week: Mith Reacts

    October 31st, 2026

    “Pastry week: it feels as though this is where the competition starts.” — Gary

    “Sometimes, people give you more pastry than filling. That’s just a red flag, like, why would you do that?” — Moyin


    What did you guys think of pastry week? I can’t believe we’re already down to just seven contestants.

    It seems like this bunch is way better at pastry than they are at bread, though! Some really impressive showings, especially Tom (the champion, just you watch! I called it in week one!). A third star baker! Wow. A “beautiful” signature, second in technical, and a handshake in the showstopper: it couldn’t have been anyone else.

    But on the downside, it’s such a bummer about Clara. Sometimes, it seems like one thing goes wrong early on, for a contestant, and it just sets the snowball rolling downhill and they’re off their vibe now and nothing works out for the rest of the episode. I’ve been there — I remember having days like this back when I worked as a dog groomer. Some days just fail. Poor Clara seemed to be having one of those days, with an inconsistent signature and last in technical (a lifeless choux).

    I really hoped she’d make a comeback in the showstopper, especially because when she described her vision, I really felt for her: she revealed to us that she suffers from bipolar disorder, and she wanted the sun- and moon-shaped pies to represent her opposing extremes and the balance that she’s worked very hard to achieve in her life. I don’t have firsthand experience with this disorder, but I’ve learned a bit more about it over the past year, and have seen how horribly difficult, painful, and damaging it can be to live with, and my heart really goes out to anyone who’s dealing with that diagnosis. Poor Clara — and with that edible blue luster dust — it could have been so beautiful, so fantastic, so her! Alas, she just didn’t have time to get the pastry where it needed to be. Ah well; she is a beautiful person and has a fiance waiting for her at home, with whom she seems to have a lovely relationship, and I’m sure they have a bright future.

    I did love how Noel jumped to her defense in the technical: while the judges were complaining on and on about her flat pastry and questionable texture, glossing over their quick mention that her vanilla custard tasted great, Noel chimed in loudly from his station across the tent: “BUT IT TASTES GOOD??” And the judges had to admit that yes, it did. Thank you, Noel. Both he and Alison were great cheerleaders for Clara this week. (I know all the die-hard fans still reminisce about Mel & Sue, myself included — but come on, Noel & Alison are at least as good!)

    Speaking of the technical though, what a cool challenge! Polish Karpatka, apparently thus named because their sugar-dusted pastry peaks are said to resemble the snow-capped Carpathian Mountains. It looks like such a simple dessert, but I really like how Nigella said that (at least in her recipe) the custard is thickened not with cornstarch, but with potato starch, to make it creamier and I guess less gelatinous. I’ve never baked with potato starch but do have some strong feelings about cornstarch (it’s fascinating to watch in action, but I hate the way it feels on my hands!! Aaaagh, sensory nightmare, it’s like nails on a chalkboard!), so, I was really curious about this.

    And now there’s only one woman left standing! Connie is formidable; the more I see of her, the more convinced I am that she could be a finalist. She seems so laid back, so humble, never panicky or cutthroat, always smiling like she’s just having a nice little time here — but then she’s gone and completely blown the judges’ minds with her bakes, several times now! I swear Paul would have given her a handshake for her jerk chicken signature pastries, but he knew it was too soon — she just got one last week! Keep it up, Connie.

    Gabe really moved me this week. He modeled his sausage-filled showstopper after his little pet Dachshund, and damn, it looked incredible! It was so adorable, and looked almost weirdly realistic, like, an actual live weiner dog just taking a nap on his baking sheet. Gabe really is a serious fine artist. What a cute concept too (“sausage dog”). That was one for the books, imo, and deserves to go down in GBBO history.

    I was disappointed though that Mo had such a lame week! What a bummer, because to be honest (flashback to last week with Yannis, but) I thought he had the tastiest-sounding bakes in both signature and showstopper! I’m vegetarian, as you know, but still, the sound of his creamy chicken, sweetcorn, and cheese-filled pastry: that reminded me of like a pot pie or some other down-home Southern American thing that my Mema might have served; it sounded really comforting. And his showstopper looked and sounded so beautiful! That painted effect on the wings. I was so disappointed that the shortcrust didn’t quite work out for him. Poor Mo. We almost got to see him care about something and possibly even experience an emotion, this week, which was a first. I felt bad for him. But hey, at least he pulled through and will be here next week.

    That’s about all my notes for this week. This season is flying by. What did you think?! Leave me your comments!

    Here’s the recap!:

    Signature Challenge: Eight Handheld Savory Pies

    • Clara: “Drunken Deer” venison and stout pie in puff pastry
    • Tom: Vietnamese Bánh Mi pastry with pork, lemongrass, and ginger
    • Connie: Jerk Chicken pastry served with mango salsa
    • Moyin: Nigerian meat pies with potato, beef, onion, Scotch bonnet, ginger, and garlic
    • Mo: creamy chicken breast, sweetcorn, and cheese pastry
    • Gabe: “Bostin Brummie Balti” pie with mango chutney (I had to Google this; apparently, it’s a local Birmingham thing, some kind of tomato-based curry?)
    • Gary: Grandma’s minced beef, onion, potato, and cheese pastry

    Judging notes: Connie, Tom, and Moyin all did amazing; no notes from the judges. Paul said Connie’s was “one of the best fillings I’ve ever had in a pie.” Gabe’s and Gary’s were dry, Mo’s were “gloopy,” and Clara’s were under-filled.

    Technical Challenge: Polish Karpatka

    • 7. Clara
    • 6. Connie
    • 5. Mo
    • 4. Gary
    • 3. Gabe
    • 2. Tom
    • 1. Moyin (“It really sang,” said Nigella)

    Showstopper Challenge: A Huge Free-Form Pie, Sweet or Savory

    • Gary: shortcrust fish pie with salmon, haddock, and lemon-dill sauce
    • Clara: sun and moon shortcrust apple-pecan pie
    • Mo: stained-glass-look butterfly filled with Chai-spiced pear and almond frangipane
    • Connie: sweet potato curry-filled snake named “Dave” on a bed of mashed potato “grass”
    • Tom: Chicken Run-inspired Mexican chicken pie with chipotle and chili
    • Moyin: “Head of the Orchard” apple pie with a Nigerian face mask design
    • Gabe: “Sausage dog”-shaped sausage-filled pastry with dried apricots and sage

    Judging notes: Gabe’s was gorgeous! I hated seeing Paul cut into it, because it looked so real. The judges couldn’t agree on whether the filling was too dry or not. Tom got a handshake. Many had issues with pastry: Clara’s too short, Mo’s burnt and tough, Gary’s too thick, Connie’s too mushy, Moyin’s too hard and “unmanageable.”

    STATS:

    Handshakes given: 1 (Running total: 3: Tom, Connie, & Moyin)

    “Claggy” count: 0 (Running total: 2)

    “Concertina” count: 0 (running total: 1)

    Noel’s Outfit Notes: magenta button-down shirt with abstract artistic design in blue, black, orange, and yellow — I could not for the life of me tell if the design was supposed to represent something; what did you guys think? — with dark skinny jeans

    Best Noel Moment: (while talking with Gary about the double egg wash on his showstopper) “You know Paul washes with egg wash? He’s egg washing himself right now.”

    Star Baker: Tom

    Sent Home: Clara

    The pastry I’d most like to eat: Mo’s chai-spiced pear pie with almond frangipane. The judges said the pastry was too tough and thick, but, whatever, idc, I’ll just dig out some of that spicy pear-almond filling. Sounded phenomenal!

  • A prayer for the dead

    October 26th, 2026

    What’s a song that changed your life?

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    In spring of 2024, in the middle of the day as I was going about my life with my three little kids, I received an out-of-the-blue Facebook message from an old friend from college.

    At the time, I hadn’t spoken to “J” at all in a couple of years, and even then, it had been just a few scattered, stilted messages; we hadn’t actually hung out or really spoken since 2013, when we were college students in the same Catholic campus ministry group.

    Back then, we were attending different schools (he, liberal arts, me, fine arts), and he was a couple years older than me, but somehow, almost immediately, we clicked. Neither of us were the type of college kids interested in idle mingling or meaningless fun — we both were the type of serious, anxious, melancholic introverts who needed to discuss deep, heavy, intense topics, and we were also both writers and converts to Catholicism. Some friends, when you meet them, it’s like you can feel your souls recognize each other within a few minutes of talking. And you know you’ve found something special. It’s a rare thing. Long after we fell out of touch, after college, I thought about him daily. Letting that connection lapse was one of my most painful regrets.

    So you can imagine how happy I was to receive that message from him that random spring day.

    In the following exchange of messages, he revealed to me in conversation that he was in the process of converting from Catholicism to Russian Orthodoxy. I was floored, to say the least; he was one of the most devout Catholics I’d ever known, and one of the most knowledgeable. How could he be converting away? And why?

    J was happy to indulge my curiosity. He was a gifted teacher, and had a way of speaking that sounded like the most elegant prose — probably because he was such a voracious reader, and read so many books, so many old, difficult, hefty, important books. I learned a lot about Orthodoxy from him, in those weeks and months. He taught me about the theology, ecclesiology, history, and iconography of the Orthodox Church, as well as some of his favorite saints (St. Paisios, St. John Maximovich, St. Metushka Olga, St. Seraphim of Sarov…) and, of course, introduced me to some Orthodox chant.

    Even though I wasn’t interested in converting to Orthodoxy myself, I did enjoy learning about all of this, especially the music. And J loved that I was interested, loved having an opportunity to talk about this stuff — as a convert without an Orthodox community anywhere near him (three hours from the closest church!), he felt pretty socially isolated, even more than he had as a Catholic, living in a small town in the Deep South. He eagerly shared with me a list of selections from his chant playlist on YouTube, along with his own little description of each chant and what it was about.

    One of these was the Evlogitaria of the Dead.

    This one, he told me, had a special place in his heart. A friend of his had died not too long ago, and he was deeply worried about her soul, and told me that he’d prayed this for her immediately after learning the news of her death — one of the first chanted prayers that he’d ever attempted. I pressed play and listened to the Evlogitaria. It was interesting, but, it wasn’t my favorite. It felt a little strange, I thought — and kind of creepy, actually. I preferred the beautiful Agni Parthene, which is a prayer to the Theotokos, and the chill-inducing Pobedna pesma (Song of Victory). Gregorian chant is awesome, too, of course, but there’s something about Eastern chant that really cuts into you.

    It was an interesting foray — for both of us. Later that year, J had a change of heart, and ended up returning to Holy Mother Church. He went to Confession and resumed his life as a Catholic, while still maintaining a love for Eastern spirituality and practices.

    To say I was happy about this is an understatement. All felt right with the world. I had my Catholic best friend back. The one who’d first helped me learn about God and His Church was now a practicing member of it again! A void in my heart, empty since 2013, had been filled and was flowering. When I found out I was expecting my fourth baby, I asked J to be Godfather, and he accepted with great solemnity and honor. I’m not someone who has a lot of friends or makes friends easily, and as a convert from a non-Catholic family, Catholic friends are even rarer. I treasured my rekindled friendship with J, always excited to see a notification from him, always looking forward to his every message. I was always eager to share things with him as soon as I heard about them. Any Catholic news or experience or question, any cool TV show or interesting story, any philosophical dilemma, I needed to process it with him. He made me feel connected to the world, in that way.

    About a year after his return to Catholicism, he got very sick. He told me he wasn’t feeling well, and a couple days later messaged me that he was in the hospital with pneumonia. I wished him a smooth recovery and shared my hopes that he’d be feeling all better by Christmas, which was two weeks away. Just days later, I found out that he had died.

    .

    How to even process that?

    I’m not an emotional reacter. I froze up. I didn’t know what to do. I think I just kind of stood and stared into space for a while.

    At some point, though, I remembered something. A memory materialized in my mind. The Evlogitaria of the Dead. The one that meant so much to J, that he would use to pray for the dead, even after he was Catholic again. I dug up the link and pressed play.

    And there he was. I heard him. It sounded of him.

    And that was when I think I began to process.

    For some time, in those early days, this was the only music I could listen to.

    I still play it all the time now, at least weekly, or hum it to myself sometimes, anytime — always for him. Losing a best friend sucks. It’s been ten months, and I still have that same need to process every experience, every problem, every bit of news I hear, with him. How can he miss this? How can this be happening without him? — It really is like a piece of myself, of my reality, has just been cut away. Things are simply less real, now. Everything is just less.

    He’s a little closer, though, whenever I play this song.

    (To know more about J, as I wish everyone could, you can see the longer post I wrote for him after his death, here.)

  • “Just Trust God With Your Family Size. It’s That Simple”

    October 25th, 2026

    — So proclaim all these Christian tradwife influencers all over my Instagram feed lately. For some reason, it seems like they’ve all simultaneously decided that now is the time to loudly preach at other women online (complete strangers btw) about how we “should” approach family planning. I swear, I’ve seen this headline on four or five reels on my FYP over the past couple of days. “Just trust God with your family size,” these lovely, long-haired, long-skirted women are all shouting at me in feminine curly fonts. “It’s that simple.”

    But is it really “that simple”?

    The last time I wrote about family planning and my POV thereon (here and here), I got a comment telling me I’m “privileged” (LOL! I still look in the mirror and giggle giddily about that — me! “Privileged”! I wish this commenter could take a look at my family’s life and bank statements — she’d be so embarrassed!). I guess because I have what most modern people consider a pretty “strict” take on birth control/NFP, and in those posts I did argue that, logically speaking, financial reasons probably aren’t good enough reasons to avoid pregnancy, in general, usually.

    At the time that I wrote those posts, I only had three kids. Now I’m about to have five, and my life is a bit less stable and “comfortable” than it was then. Has my opinion changed?

    Note that I am still opposed to birth control and sterilization. (So, if you are someone who makes use of those methods and isn’t worried about it, as I know plenty of Catholics do, this post is probably not for you.) The question imo is never whether contraception is okay, but whether avoiding pregnancy via natural family planning methods is ever okay. That seems to be the big debate, among traditional/Christian/Catholic moms online.

    In case you’re unfamiliar: the debate: BC vs. NFP

    NFP is a method of planning or avoiding pregnancy by means of awareness of when one is fertile or not. These methods vary in intensiveness, from just a casual awareness of how one is feeling physically/a knowledge of where one is in one’s cycle, to tracking hormone levels daily using an expensive monitor, test strips, wearable gadgets, apps, and a paid instructor. It can be a real pain in the butt, depending on how intensive you want to be about it.

    And so some Catholic/Christian women use NFP to avoid pregnancy when for whatever reason they aren’t ready for it, because they believe NFP is different from birth control. Rather than separating sex from conception (which is after all its primary end) as BC does, it works with a woman’s natural cycles and cooperates with God’s design. There’s nothing sinful, these women claim, in limiting sex to the non-fertile windows of time; and it is, in fact, such an effort and a sacrifice that it’s basically the opposite of birth control, which is a way of circumventing God’s design; BC removes the need for discipline, self-control, or cooperation with God.

    However. Some of these purists who are out here condescendingly shouting at us to “just trust God with your family size, it’s that simple,” take the more “extreme” stance of completely eschewing any family planning methods whatsoever. They believe that the purpose of marriage/sex is to grow families, and therefore, to have sex with the intention of not getting pregnant/to deliberately avoid pregnancy, is separating sex/marriage from its primary purpose, failing to trust God, and basically tantamount to using birth control.

    My Thoughts Now, as a 37-year-old Broke TradCath Mom of Four going on Five

    I actually had a conversation with a priest about this, since writing those last few posts. This question used to weigh on me a lot, so I finally worked up the nerve to talk to my pastor about it.

    And keep in mind that this is a SSPX priest. Haters love to go around spreading lies about the SSPX, saying that they “don’t allow” women to avoid pregnancy for any reason and basically force women to pop out baby after baby nonstop because they think that’s all women are good for and that families should just get as big as they possibly can, indiscriminately. People who talk like this obviously have no lived experience with the SSPX.

    I asked one of these good priests for some fatherly advice on this topic, and he gave me the most commonsense answer — a real sane happy medium between the modern Church’s “NFP is great, everyone should use it all the time as a lifestyle!” and these ignorant Insta influencers’ “just trust God with your family size, it’s that simple.”

    He assured me that using NFP to avoid pregnancy is, in dire circumstances, perfectly licit — as an exception to the norm. It should never be viewed as a permanent fixture, as a way of life. It should be treated as a temporary, extraordinary thing — which is not to say that it can’t be used indefinitely! Sometimes it can and should. A couple should just always be discerning whether this is an appropriate time to use NFP or not. Because circumstances can change: health can improve, finances can improve. To just claim (without good reason) that “we’re done having kids,” “things will always be just the way they are now” shows a lack of trust in God. The normal state of marriage is, of course, openness to life. But sometimes, in unusual situations, avoiding pregnancy is for the good of the existing family members.

    Which is what these noisy trad girl influencers fail to comprehend.

    “Just trust God with your family size, it’s that simple” — except it’s not. It’s funny: you go to the comments on these posts, and you see all kinds of women commenting “yeah but my doctor told me if I have another I could literally die”, or, “sounds nice but I suffer from terrible PPD and almost killed myself last time” or some such — to which the OP replies fluffily “oh no! that does indeed sound like something to pray about! 💕😊” — basically having to admit, repeatedly, in her own comment section, that, actually, sometimes it’s not “that simple.”

    I’m not saying that those women who throw caution to the winds are doing anything wrong. Actually, I think that’s the ideal way to live, in marriage! If you’re married and have the privilege of good physical and mental health, enough help, adequate resources, and a spouse who sees eye to eye with you, you should absolutely throw caution to the winds.

    However, that privilege is not the reality for many of us. And I think it’s incredibly bold and inappropriate to assume that all other women have your exact same circumstances and privileges and therefore ought to live the exact same way that you do.

    Also, I’m going to trust my priest, who has been through decades of intensive study, discernment, formation, practice, and sacrifice, over some fluffy smiley little girl influencer with an iPhone who’s clearly not hurting for resources. Not sorry.

    “But why do you think of kids as a burden? That’s the toxic contraceptive mentality!”

    One argument I keep hearing from these fluffy little online tradwives is this: “kids are not a burden! They are purely a blessing. If God said He was going to send you seven or more million dollars, you wouldn’t hesitate! You wouldn’t debate with Him over whether you could manage it or not. You wouldn’t see it as a burden. But if He suggested the possibility of sending you as many as seven-plus children — ‘oh no! That’s too many for me, God, let’s negotiate. I don’t think I can manage, that will make life too hard.’ — So you see money as a blessing but kids as a burden? You love money more than kids, is that it?!”

    Please. With all offense meant: this is the most moronic, illogical, and emotionally-manipulative take I’ve ever heard. I imagine you’d have to have an insane amount of privilege and insulation from real world struggles to fall victim to it.

    You cannot compare money and children. These things are both gifts from God, but (good grief, does this really even need to be explained?!) very different kinds. Children are infinitely more meaningful and worthwhile, because they are humans, but as such, they also have needs and requirements, one of which is a certain amount of money (and please don’t come at me saying you don’t need any money to raise kids well; I agree it can be done well on very little, much less than most people believe, but certainly not zero). To raise children well, you need: food, shelter, healthcare, education, all of which require money. Children are human souls with needs that you have to meet.

    Money is just a resource. It doesn’t need anything from you. It doesn’t require discipline, maturity, responsibility, sacrifice, any of that. (Sure, you can argue that responsible use of wealth requires discipline and maturity, but please don’t be so dumb as to try to argue that that responsibility is at all comparable to that of the stewardship of human children.)

    The only situation in which I can imagine a person viewing children the same way they view money is if either (a) the person is incredibly wealthy, and views their children as just another object to possess, another asset and bragging right, or if (b) they are an irresponsible parent with zero regard for their children’s needs, like that family in the news where the kids got taken away because there were like 19 of them, illiterate and neglected and rotting in a filthy shack full of bugs and human waste.

    Children are absolutely better than money. A humble, struggling family with many children who are cared-for and have their basic needs met is infinitely richer than a couple of wealthy DINKs who travel a lot and do lots of hobbies.

    However, that does not mean that it’s at all wrong or misguided to feel differently about having a ton of kids than you would about receiving a ton of money. Part of a respect for the blessing that is children means an acknowledgement of the sacrifices that they will require of you. I’d rather have a ton of kids than a ton of money, personally — however, I realize that to have a ton of kids, I’d simply need more resources than I have right now.

    On “feeling done” having kids

    This is another thing you hear discussed a lot about in online mommy spaces, Christian or otherwise. Women talk about a point where they “just feel done” having kids — some intangible woo-woo type of awareness that their family is complete, a point at which a mom becomes somewhat immune, or at least less susceptible, to the throes of “baby fever.”

    The more Traditional/Christian moms will usually respond to such talk by saying that “feeling done” is not a Godly thing. That a couple who trusts God will always be completely willing and eager to have however many kids He sends them.

    Can a Christian parent “feel done” having kids?

    — I think it’s obvious that they can. Because a feeling is often just that, a feeling. Anyone can feel any type of way. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything. What matters is how somebody acts.

    So maybe a couple can emotionally “feel done” but continue to throw caution to the winds when it comes to their sex life because, upon reflection, they have no logical reason to avoid pregnancy. Resources are abundant, health is good, the family is thriving. That’d be a valid choice. (Just stopping because you “feel done” in a woo-woo type of way even though resources are abundant and you have no real reason to avoid, though… that’s probably a bit more ethically questionable, for Christian couples.)

    But what if this feeling of doneness is more than just a woo-woo emotional thing. What if it’s the result of a couple actually paying attention to their circumstances and intuiting what would be an appropriate course of action based thereon.

    Emotions don’t necessarily matter, but sometimes they actually are the result of real circumstances. For example: you can develop a very strong infatuation with someone just because they’re beautiful; that feeling does not mean you should upend your life, leave your spouse, and empty your bank account to go marry that person. This is an example of emotions being useless and meaningless.

    On the other hand: you might look at your spouse and feel hearfelt sensations of fondness and appreciation and desire, and this could be because your spouse has treated you well and proven themselves trustworthy for a long time now. This is an example of how emotions can sometimes be well-founded and a sign of something true. Sometimes you have to think about your feelings and discern before acting.

    I think in some cases the feeling of “done having kids” is more than just woo-woo. Sometimes it’s not just a feeling but a knowledge.

    “But you said above that avoiding pregnancy should never be seen as a permanent lifestyle change” — yes, and I’m not contradicting that, because even if I feel like I know something, my knowledge is still inferior to God’s, and I need to trust that circumstances can change. So, “I think for right now we are done, due to pressing reasons x y and z, therefore this month we are avoiding” is completely valid. As long as you still leave the possibility open for reconsideration next month or a few months from now.

    But what about couples who really cannot have any more kids for serious reasons?

    “But what if I am actually certain that things will not change? (Like if I have always suffered from serious PPD and cannot safely risk trying again, or if my spouse and I are carriers for a dangerous genetic condition that we are likely to pass on to our potential offspring, or if I have been told by multiple doctors that another pregnancy would be seriously dangerous for my health, etc.) Why isn’t sterilization okay then?”

    To be honest… I kind of feel like married people in these situations ought to be able to undergo medical sterilization if that’s what they both want. That’s just my feeling.

    However, trying to see things through the lens of Church teaching, I guess sex/marriage is for the purpose of creating a family, therefore, if there truly cannot be openness to life, the morally perfect course of action would probably be to accept the burden of a Josephite marriage. So as not to separate sex from its primary purpose.

    (A lot of people get confused about this teaching, and think that this must mean that it’s not okay for people to have sex if the woman is pregnant, or post-menopausal, or has had a hysterectomy for medical reasons, since conception in these cases is impossible anyway. This is a misunderstanding. The teaching is that the act itself must always be oriented toward its true purpose. It must not always have the intention of conceiving, but it must always be done in such a way that’s open to that possibility — which is, after all, all we can control anyway; we’re not the authors of life.)

    Indeed, there are a lot of anti-NFP extremists out there who will tell you that, if a couple feels they need to avoid pregnancy, the only appropriate thing for them to do is completely abstain until they’re ready to be open to life again. So as to not separate sex from its primary end.

    Tbh, I get that. Logically, it does sound consistent. Props to the couples out there who agree to live this way. I think that’s a beautiful and noble sacrifice.

    But is it practical? Or necessary?

    This comes back to my POV on vaccinations. I discussed in a recent post how I’ve come to see that, in some ways, the antivax position is, logically, perhaps superior to the pro-vax. Like, strictly philosophically, theoretically speaking, if you were to boil it down to symbolic logic and equations.

    However.

    There is much of life that (as much as I hate to admit it) cannot be boiled down to symbolic logic and equations. Just because a course of action would be logically sound — such as not vaccinating, or abstaining from sex in marriage because you aren’t safely able to have a kid right now — these ideas look good on paper, but real life is much more mixed-up and messy and blurry. In real life, it makes more practical sense to choose the course of action that’s most likely to protect your kid from serious illness. In real life, a married couple usually needs to share a sex life.

    Which is why, imo, things like NFP and vaccines, while not good in and of themselves, are useful, practical tools for living as a real, imperfect humans in the real, imperfect world.

    In conclusion: a bit about my personal situation

    As I mentioned, when I wrote my earlier posts, I was 35 and had only three kids. Now I’m 37 and about to have five.

    For the first time in my adult life, I can say I finally somewhat relate to the aforementioned feeling of “being done.” Previously, during pregnancy, I always felt so sad at the thought that this might be my last one! I could never understand women who said they felt “done.” But this time, the prospect of this possibly being my last pregnancy seems like… kind of a relief.

    If you know me, you know I have been pregnant every calendar year since 2019. This is my sixth pregnancy, I’ve had one loss. My oldest child is six and will have just turned seven when #5 arrives. I have been loving this life, with all its chaos! I haven’t struggled with any health issues or PPD. I am great at giving birth and breastfeeding. I have been healthier and happier than ever, and thriving in motherhood. I truly feel this is my vocation.

    However: at this point, at 37 and in the first trimester with baby #5, I can also recognize that I have become somewhat depleted. Physically and mentally, I am maxed out. I am in some ways at my limit. Right now, I feel a cold, logical awareness that I am at capacity: I have, for the time being, finally reached a limit of how much I can do without cutting corners on each child’s emotional, educational, and material needs.

    And I’m aware that my body is depleted. Until now I haven’t had much regard for all the advice about “allow your body to recover between pregnancies” and how much a pregnancy actually saps from you, nutritionally. Because I’ve felt great! I’ve bounced right back each time. I always leave the hospital looking like I wasn’t even pregnant. I’ve been fit and strong and pain-free through each pregnancy, and so I kind of felt like all that advice about slowing down and taking recovery time was maybe good for other, less sturdy, healthy, women, but did not apply to me.

    But now, I think I’m finally starting to feel it.

    Did you know that, when your body is growing a baby, if you’re not adequately nourished (i.e. if you don’t have excess amounts of nutrients floating around in your bloodstream), the placenta, whose job is to nourish the baby, will literally start taking from you: you don’t have enough calcium to grow baby? Then it’s coming from your bones. You don’t have enough iron? It’s coming out of your personal reserves. And so on. I’m not a big eater, I don’t like to eat a lot, hate feeling full and prefer to feel lighter, and tbh, for myself, I don’t put a lot of effort into choosing highly-nutritious foods or whatever; I just eat what feels good and is affordable and convenient. And then I wonder why, after six pregnancies in seven years, my hair is falling out.

    Not only that, but we are at a point in our life where we could probably manage another healthy child or two, but if we were to have a child with special long-term medical needs, this would take more from us than we can afford to give.

    I think a couple should always, no matter their ages, consider the real possibility that their child will not be perfectly healthy and able-bodied. It seems like many couples simply aren’t willing to entertain that possibility, and will simply abort if their baby isn’t medically perfect. I don’t believe that it’s ever okay to kill an innocent person, therefore, if I’m going to be open to life, I must consider the real possibility of spending the rest of my life parenting a child with special mental or medical needs.

    It would be more strain than we are willing to take on, as a family, right now, to have a child that constantly needed intensive medical care. Would God help us through it, if we were to find ourselves in that situation? Of course He would. Just as God would also help me through it if I got into a horrible car accident, or contracted the bubonic plague. But I’m not going to invite that situation upon myself by driving into oncoming traffic, or visiting places where such diseases run rampant. That doesn’t mean I don’t have faith in God.

    All of which leads me to believe that my current feeling of “doneness” is reasonable and worth heeding.

    Does that mean I’ve decided to say “I’m sure I’m done, no more kids for me ever”? No! Absolutely not. But I don’t think there’s anything sinful or selfish in recognizing that, after #5 (whom I could not be happier about! I’ve always wanted five kids, since I was a girl), it will be time to focus for a while on my own and my family’s health and recovery. I plan to practice NFP, which, while not morally ideal, at least leaves room for error and for God — so if He really wants me to have a sixth or more in the next few years, that’ll surely happen, and if it does I’ll be delighted about it! (Tbh I’m probably just gonna buzz my hair off after #5 anyway.)

    Imo, this is discernment; this is paying attention, listening carefully, and making informed, prayerful decisions. They say that “God comes to you disguised as your life.” Imo, being wise and prudent about life, using your reason and intuition, is much more becoming of a well-formed Christian than just doing whatever without regard for any of the signs that God is sending you (or, in my case, practically whacking you across the face with).

    In conclusion: if you, like these fluffy tradgirl influencers, have the privilege of being able to throw caution to the winds right now: if you have discerned and determined that God is telling you to just go for it: nice! I’m so happy for you! That is beautiful and holy and awesome. Please, carry on. That should be the norm.

    However, I do ask that you refrain from preaching at and/or casting judgment upon couples whose lives you know literally nothing about.

    This goes for me too. I admittedly kind of raise an eyebrow at Catholic couples who use birth control because they don’t care about Church teaching. (I meet these people online sometimes.) But you know what, in the end that’s between them and God. That kind of choice is different from a choice like abortion, which harms a third, innocent party and therefore needs to be banned and is always without a doubt bad. But a couple’s sex life and reproductive choices are really, in the end, between them and God.

    So maybe all you influencers need to stop talking about it and mind your own. On that note, I’ll stop talking about it too.

  • GBBO Series 17 Episode 5: Dessert Week: Mith Reacts

    October 24th, 2026

    Noel: “Are you excited about this, Mo?”

    Mo: “No.”

    Noel: “Do you get excited about anything?”

    Mo: “Not anymore.”


    You guys, I’m crushed (or, as the Brits say, “gutted”) that they sent Yannis home. I’m glad he at least made it to week five — if you watch these shows with me, you know my favorite typically gets sent home in episode one or two — but alas, I really wanted to see him go far. I guess I’ll have to pick a new favorite now.

    The cynical part of me wonders if Paul was mad at Yannis for using a Mary Berry recipe in his showstopper! (Gasp! The drama!) — But no, I don’t think Paul is petty like that. Bit arrogant, sure, which is part of his charm and you love him for it — but not petty.

    I also cynically wonder if they wanted to finally kick off a man, because thus far they’ve only lost women (Danni, Shannon, Molly, and unfortunately Nikki, who’s not coming back). I can’t believe we’re down to only two women already.

    I really think it could just as easily have been Clara. Her pudding was all liquid and her showstopper desserts were “imbalanced.” I guess she did score better than Yannis in the technical though. She was third and he was seventh — although I take major issue with their scoring him so low on this! Just because his enhancements “overpowered” the bread pudding?! Seriously? How is that a bad thing?! Why would you want to taste plain stale bread when you could taste cherry, chocolate, and hazelnut?! That was honestly the tastiest-sounding dessert this whole episode!!

    Don’t get me wrong, I like Clara very much, of course — how could you not?! She’s so vibrant and cute and fun to watch, her accent is delicious, and she always creates something interesting! — but I selfishly kind of wish she’d been sent home instead. As a mom, and especially as a former NICU mom (only eighteen days, thank God, but the longest eighteen days of my life, and that experience really stays with you), I can’t help but root for the kind and gentle NICU doctor. “I’m a generous person,” he explained, after being told that his puddings were “too big.” And I loved how when Noel started joking around with Yannis about his baking process and Noel went “I hope you take your other job more seriously!”, Yannis didn’t even joke around about that, he just replied “oh yes, I definitely do.”

    Plus, as someone who loves all things Bavaria and Austria, I always loved seeing how Yannis incorporated Austrian themes and flavors into his bakes. He is so cool! I hate that he got sent home!

    So who is my favorite now? Well, I still think Tom is going to win — did you see how above & beyond he went in the showstopper, creating a whole fourth dessert when only three were required? And he killed it, too. — But as much as I like Tom as an individual, I think my personal favorite now is probably actually Moyin. He’s fascinating — such a young kid, but he bakes with such elegance, and I love the way he combines British + West African flavors in such a modern, trendy way (hibiscus Eton mess! Coconut caramel creme brulee!).

    I really liked Gabe’s approach to the showstopper, also. He decided to base his desserts on his favorite book. What a neat idea! I’ve never read Toast by Nigel Slater — apparently, it’s the memoir of a British food writer, and it sounds interesting. It made me think about how I’d create a dessert based on a favorite book! Can you imagine an Infinite Jest-themed dessert trolley? What would be on it — a tennis-ball-shaped mousse (similar to Mo’s super-impressive mango!) laced with psychedelic drugs?! A Gateley-inspired pudding, something dense and weighty with crushed cornflakes added “for texture”? A cartridge-shaped pudding with a mystery surprise filling (probably something boozy) topped with an iced smiley face? Something veiled beneath a chocolate shell? Weed brownies?? And you’d obviously need something with maple flavors to represent the Canadian presence. This is fun! I could keep going all day!

    One thing I did not like, though: they once again gave us a “customized” technical challenge! As fun as it was to see the way each baker chose to enhance the traditional bread pudding (or, I guess, as the Brits call it, bread and butter pudding, but I’m just gonna call it bread pudding for the purposes of this post, because I have a violent aversion to that latter item right now, and in America we just say “bread pudding” anyway)… I want them to go back to the classic, predictable technical format. I’m tired of this show trying to try new things! One mixed-up technical per season is okay, but it feels like they’re doing it more and more often now. Stick to the old recipe! It hasn’t failed in seventeen years!

    But hey, at least it was fun to see Connie have such a great week. The way she screamed when Paul stuck out his hand! She was just ecstatic to win star baker and she did really deserve it: that flawless pudding with the molten chocolate center — what a thrill, after she’d forgotten to press “start” on her timer and just had to take a wild guess as to when to pull her puddings out of the oven! I do dumb shit like that all the time, so I was so pleased to see her come back from it. And then, second in technical, and in the showstopper a vintage sherry trifle that the judges raved about. I kinda thought Gary deserved it just as much, plus he came in first in technical — apparently, the older contestants are the ones who know bread pudding the best; that tracks! — but I guess Connie did outshine him in the signature and showstopper. Congratulations to Connie!

    Here’s the recap!:

    Signature Challenge: Eight Self-Saucing Puddings

    • Gary: chocolate orange, espresso, and Irish cream pudding with ganache center
    • Clara: doce de leite (dulce de leche) pudding with set lemon curd
    • Connie: molten chocolate orange pudding
    • Gabe: “boozy snoozy” chocolate orange pudding spiked with liqueurs, marshmallow topping
    • Tom: spiced apple cinnamon pudding with caramel sauce
    • Mo: hazelnut chocolate pudding with cookie crumble
    • Moyin: chocolate orange pudding
    • Yannis: Apple Strudel pudding with cinnamon sponge, raisins, and apple/brown sugar sauce

    Judging notes: Connie’s were amazing and earned the second handshake of the season. Gary and Tom also did well, although Tom’s looked like a “blob.” Yannis’s were “too big.” Clara’s were too wet, while Moyin’s and Gabe’s were too dry, and Mo’s was “grainy.”

    Technical Challenge: Bread Pudding, enhanced with new additional flavors

    • 8. Moyin: citrus & spice
    • 7. Yannis: cherry, chocolate, & hazelnut
    • 6. Mo: white chocolate & saffron
    • 5. Tom: cranberry, raisin, orange, & cinnamon
    • 4. Gabe: apricot & ginger
    • 3. Clara: raspberry-almond
    • 2. Connie: vanilla, nutmeg, orange, & sultanas
    • 1. Gary: raisins, sultanas, vanilla, orange, & lemon

    Showstopper Challenge: Dessert Trolley Display with three different varieties of individual retro puddings

    • Connie: sherry trifle, apple & pear pie, pineapple upside-down cake
    • Yannis: Black Forest gateau, Queen of Puddings, and sticky toffee pudding
    • Clara: pistachio frangipane tart, pistachio macaron sandwiches, and torta de la ranza
    • Moyin: hibiscus Eton mess, peanut profiteroles, coconut caramel creme brulee
    • Gary: almond frangipane tart, Black Forest gateau, ginger treacle pudding
    • Mo: lemon tart, mango-shaped mango mousse, sticky toffee trifle
    • Tom: passionfruit martini trifle, limoncello tart, Irish cream creme brulee, mojito pavlovas
    • Gabe: walnut gateau, lemon meringue ginger tart, peach tea trifle

    Judging notes: Everyone got mixed reviews — no one was perfect across the board. Standouts included Mo’s mango mousse, Tom’s mojito pavlova, and Connie’s sherry trifle.

    STATS:

    Handshakes given: 1 (Running total: 2, Connie & Moyin)

    “Claggy” count: 1 (Running total: 2)

    “Concertina” count: 0 (running total: 1)

    Noel’s Outfit Notes: sweater boldly patterned front and back with ladies dancing in red dresses on a green/blue landscape, with text “Kate Bush’s Wuthering Heights Plays” across the upper back; skinny jeans

    Best Noel Moment: Tbh, my favorite Noel Moment this week was not a joke or a silly gag, but when he came up and expressed admiration for Moyin’s African dashiki (I’m pretty sure that’s what you call that kind of garment, but correct me if I’m wrong), giving Moyin an opportunity to talk about how it was handmade for him over a two-year period, which was just super cool to hear about. Noel is an artist himself, and I love to see his appreciation for all kinds of art and design; he goofs off a lot, but I think he has a very serious artistic sensibility. I was really glad they left this moment in the final cut, even though it was irrelevant to the baking.

    Star Baker: Connie

    Sent Home: Yannis

    The bread I’d most like to eat: Yannis’s chocolate cherry hazelnut bread pudding!!!

  • I Don’t Care That You Had Your Kid Out Of Diapers By The Time They Could Walk.

    October 23rd, 2026

    This post is directed at all the self-righteous moms on social media who are constantly gloating in comment sections everywhere that they “had their kids out of diapers by the time they could walk,” acting as if that makes them superior mothers and human beings. Or as if moms who wait until signs of readiness are failing.

    A while ago, I published a Question That Keeps Me Up At Night post wondering if the fact that my two-year-old was still in diapers made me an inferior mom. All you social media attention whores got to my head a bit, I guess. Since writing that post, I’ve looked into the issue a bit more, and have arrived at a conclusion.

    I don’t care that your kids were out of diapers early. I don’t care that you did “elimination communication.” It doesn’t make you better in any way. It doesn’t make you less lazy than anyone. All it means is that you chose a less common route to potty training. You turned left, I turned right — so what, if we both got from point A to point B.

    For the child, there is no long-term benefit to potty training earlier. Children who learned elimination communication, or who potty trained at age one, have no psychological, emotional, or physical advantages over kids who potty trained at age two to three. If there were such advantages, I’d certainly try to force my kids out of diapers earlier. But there are not.

    I recently had a conversation with my one-year-old’s pediatrician about this. She randomly brought up in conversation how she had worked with babies from a different culture (of which there is a relatively large community in my area), and she mentioned that, in that culture, it’s very common for kids to potty train around the time that they start walking. “Isn’t that interesting?” she asked, conversationally.

    “Hm,” I replied, frowning, because instantly all you obnoxious loudmouthed social media moms sprang to the forefront of my mind, and I wondered if my pediatrician was trying to shame me too. “Is there really any advantage, though, to doing that earlier? For the child?” I asked.

    “No,” she said simply, and explained that the advantage for those families who potty train earlier is simply: convenience. For families who use cloth diapers and want to lighten their laundry load, earlier potty training makes sense. It reduces the family’s stress. That’s the advantage.

    But for families who use disposable diapers, it’s much easier to train when the child is a little older. Some of you people like to claim “toilet readiness” is a scam — but really, that’s just an incredibly ignorant and stupid claim to make. I currently have four kids, ages six to fifteen months, and there is always a point, usually around age two, when they begin to understand their bodily functions better and naturally develop an interest or aptitude for going to the potty. Potty training goes way faster and more smoothly if you start around this age.

    “Disposable diapers are a crime because they contribute so much waste to landfills,” you might be arguing. “The only environmentally-responsible way is to use cloth diapers.”

    Please. I have a lot of thoughts about this accusation. Yeah, sure, disposable diapers add waste to the landfills. Does that really make a significant difference at all, in the grand scheme of things? No.

    You and I, the little people, have had guilt and blame foisted upon us for climate change, for as long as we can remember. We’ve been told we need to be more responsible, we need to recycle and cloth diaper and bring our reusable bags to the store and all that, and if we don’t do all of those things, we’re an eco-criminal and it’s our fault it’s 90°F in late October. When in reality, there’s nothing you or I can do, in the context of our ordinary little daily lives, that will make any difference at all.

    It’s the big corporations, the airlines, the meat industry, and the AI data centers, that are responsible for climate change. Not you and me. Big Corporations (which are one and the same entity as politicians, here in the US — they’re all in it for the money) love to try to blame you and me, to make us stress about little things like diapers and grocery bags, as a distraction from what’s really going on. “Just recycle your plastic!”, they tell us, which btw is a huge logistical hassle for most of us small-town Americans, and it’s common knowledge that recyling plastic is a futile practice anyway, so why go out of our way like this when the people who could actually make a difference, never will. And they try to pin the blame on us and our disposable diapers.

    The reality is, even if every parent across the globe switched to cloth diapers full time, and all companies just stopped even producing disposable diapers, just stopped cold turkey, it would still only be a mere drop in the bucket, when it comes to saving the planet. It wouldn’t do a lick of real good, as long as these huge businesses and politicians don’t care. So stop trying to lay the blame and shame on me.

    My kids’ disposable diapers are not the problem. They’re not even a problem.

    A real, tangible problem, though, in my household and in most families’ households, is: stress. Disposable diapers reduce my family’s stress. As manager of my household, it is my responsibility, my solemn duty, to reduce stress as much as possible in my home. Therefore, disposable diapers are a good and important tool.

    If it reduces stress in your household to force your kids onto the potty as soon as they can walk — sure! Go right ahead. If that works for you all, it doesn’t matter. But don’t go around shaming moms who are also trying to reduce stress in their households. We’re not putting our kids at a disadvantage. We’re not harming the environment. We’re not doing any worse than you are.

    Now, I will grant that there are plenty of lazy parents out there in the world today: parents who still haven’t bothered to train their three-, four-, even five-year-olds. My kids don’t go to public school, so I can’t confirm this, but I’ve heard tell that some kids are even showing up to kindergarten still in diapers — as if the parents expect the kindergarten teacher to toilet train their child! Good grief. That’s lazy and shameful behavior. I would argue that, at this point, you are putting your child at a disadvantage in life.

    There are some exceptions, of course. If your child has special needs of any kind, that is a different ballpark altogether. But otherwise there’s no excuse to not have your 4+ year old out of diapers, at least during the day. Nighttime bed-wetting is also a different issue, and has little to do with being successfully potty trained or not; plenty of fully toilet-trained kids still wet the bed on occasion. I’m just talking about general, daytime situations. Parents should have their neurotypical kids out of diapers well before age four. It’s not that hard.

    But the pressure to have it done before age two? Please. That’s ridiculous. It’s not better to do it earlier than two, unless your particular life circumstances demand it. Is it possible to fully potty train before two?: sure! Does that mean it is better or ideal to do it then?: No! Not at all.

    So check yourself before you go gloating on the internet, as if you are somehow a superior parent. Making life easier, at no disadvantage to your child or the environment, is neither a crime nor a failing.

    So I don’t care that my grandparents’ generation toilet trained their kids at age one, or that it’s still done that way in certain cultures or communities. I don’t care that you did it. I’m going to continue to keep my kids in disposable diapers until they reach a stage where training is a lower-stress process for my family.

    Now, I’m aware that mothering can feel like invisible work. When you’re not out in the adult world earning an income, and when all your hard daily work yields little in the way of visible, tangible results, it can be easy to get desperate for praise and acclaim. For recognition. To be heard. (Probably why I have this blog, tbh.) Maybe that’s what you’re going through. Maybe you feel like you need people to be impressed by you, to tell you you’re doing a good job. Well, here you go!: I see you. You are doing a good job. Not just toilet training, which is dirty work at any age, but parenting in general. Your work is meaningful, and in all seriousness, I’m proud of you.

    But really, must you go about gloating and trying to make other moms feel inferior just because you decided to take on an extra, unnecessary, ultimately-meaningless burden? Your boasting is no more necessary than potty training before age two. Let’s take half a second to check ourselves, shall we, before commenting. — And you want to talk about “lazy.”

  • TOP 10: Greatest Music Videos (Rap/Hip-Hop Edition)

    October 22nd, 2026

    (Click here to skip the apologetics and jump straight to the countdown.)

    I have been wondering for a couple years now whether I should post this or not.

    One thing I’m passionate about is music videos. As you may remember, one of my earliest posts on this blog was my Top Ten Greatest Music Videos. While writing that post, I debated intensely with myself, and eventually opted not to include any hip-hop/rap videos, even though I love a great many of those; for one, because I just love so many of them that it would have made the list way too long… but also, I decided that I wanted to keep that list clean and “safe for work,” and to be honest, was worried about whether it was even morally okay for me as a Catholic to publicly promote such music. Like, how could I be posting about modesty in women’s attire one week, and then posting about my favorite rap videos the next?! Isn’t that hypocritical and sending a mixed message?

    I am, apparently, just full of contradictions. Whatever. Aren’t we all. I’m tired of pretending I’m not.

    I may end up having doubts and deleting this post in a matter of weeks or months, but, right now, I’m inclined to think it’s probably not so bad for me to talk about this music, or to enjoy it on occasion, as long as it’s just for funsies and I’m not taking it too seriously or seeing these artists as role models or anything.

    I have found that, indeed, I enjoy hip-hop with a different part of my brain than I do my other, more “serious” music. Really, I’m just your typical obnoxious white millennial dabbler — the kind that serious rap aficionados probably loathe. Even though I get a kick out of this stuff, it’s not like I’m the kind of fan who idolizes rappers, goes to live shows, buys merch, mingles with the hip-hop community, or lives the lifestyle at all. I’m not trying to do any of that. So, I dunno, after all my soul-searching on this topic, I’ve come to think it’s probably fine for me to enjoy this music, since I’m 37 and pretty self-aware about my music listening habits and how they serve me or don’t.

    But there is another ethical concern at play as well. I’m no “serious” fan, and not a member of the rap community at all — so what right do I have, then, to publish a list of the “Greatest” music videos in this genre? I’m just some middle aged white stay-at-home mom. How dare I try to speak on this at all? How dare I try to assert that any work or creator in this genre is “superior” to any other, when I don’t know its ins and outs or subtleties nor participate in the lifestyle nor really relate at all to the lives that these artists are living. What do I know? And how dare I?

    Here is my justification.

    This list, like most things on this blog, is all in fun. Genuine hip-hop connoisseurs might disagree with me on these rankings, and that’s valid. However, I don’t think their validity entirely invalidates my opinions, which are, after all, just that: merely subjective opinions and preferences, like a list of my favorite ice cream flavors or favorite breeds of horse.

    I can have an opinion, can’t I? (Even if it’s bad?) These music videos may belong to a certain culture, not mine, but I think that even non-members of a culture are allowed to observe and enjoy that culture’s artistic offerings. Enjoying is not the same as appropriating, is it? It’s not like I’m over here trying to perform, talk, dress, and/or live like these artists in any way. I am simply appreciating their work.

    Artistic talent and quality entertainment transcend cultures, don’t they? Which is why, e.g., even white people sometimes get deeply into manga and anime, and why some white Americans convert to the Russian Orthodox Church, etc. … and why a lame old white lady like myself can enjoy videos like these. Having examined my conscience, I really don’t think that’s a crime.

    It’s funny. Personality-wise, I am as white as they come, and pretty much the polar opposite of everything that rap culture represents. I mean, when I was in school, kids in the “rap culture” clique used to pick on me mercilessly, because I was just so alien to them — fair enough. We lived totally different lives. But from across that vast social distance, from like an amateur sociological/anthropological POV, rap culture is so fascinating to me, the same way Japanese or Russian cultures are to some people. I appreciate it so much. And it’s just one of many niche subcutures of the larger Black American culture, which is endlessly beautiful and fascinating and rich, and one of the coolest aspects of modern-day America for sure; I love it, love to learn about it, observe it, and admire it — as do many white folks, it seems, as many of our trends were apparently started by Black folks and only made mainstream by white folks. I try not to be an appropriater, although to some extent it’s probably inevitable when you live in a multiracial society. I don’t wish I were Black. I am perfectly happy being white, and feel very grounded in my whiteness, but also, I love what Black people do for our country culturally and artistically. Including rap and hip-hop (which I fully realize represents just a sliver of Black music — not its entirety; I just meant that rap as we know it obviously was invented by Black folks and belongs to them). So I like to celebrate their culture without trying to feign any kind of ownership or real knowledge.

    Not that my opinion really matters, since I’m white and all, but, having pondered this a lot, I think heartfelt respect and admiration, coupled with a healthy acknowledgement of our insurmountable differences, are probably, in fact, a kind of cure for the whole cultural appropriation problem that so many people are upset about.

    So: having given it some serious thought, I like to think that, maybe, me writing a post like this actually falls slightly on the “ethically good” end of the axis, rather than in the “ethically questionable” territory or on the “impermissible” end, as I originally feared.

    Now that I’ve examined my motivations exhaustively, and hopefully justified my actions, let’s get on to the fun part! Here, without further ado, are my top ten(-ish) favorite hip-hop & rap videos of all time:

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    18. “MotorSport” by Migos, Nicki Minaj, & Cardi B. Okay, this one happens to require my longest blurb out of all eighteen on this list; the rest are much shorter, I promise, so stay with me. “MotorSport:” the visuals, color scheme, everything, all just match the song perfectly. And what a rare treat, to have Nicki and Cardi, who famously hate each other, together on the same track — even if their verses are directly attacking each other, which actually makes it funnier. Their beef makes me kinda sad tbh, because I like both of them very much — but, I guess such beef is a core element of rap culture, and to some degree inevitable. Fierce competition and all. As you can probably guess (or, as you already know if you saw this post), in the Cardi/Nicki battle I lean more toward the Team Nicki side. Several reasons. She’s more of my generation (she and Lil Wayne basically defined the ’00s-’10s, which was the era of my youth and my personal favorite era in hip-hop); also, I like how she stands up for her conservative Christian values. But mostly because she’s insanely talented, has more artistic versatility and lyrical finesse than any other female rapper I’ve ever heard, and, as far as I can tell, basically singlehandedly invented every other female rapper out there today. Which is not meant to be a dig at any other artist. Nicki is undeniably the trendsetter, is all I’m saying. — But, what do I know. Anyway, getting back to this video, “MotorSport” is such a priceless artifact, a snapshot of an irrevocable moment in time, not only because of Nicki & Cardi, but also of course because of Cardi & Offset’s divorce (devastating! — I’m still so bummed about it; loved them as a couple) and, even worse, Takeoff’s tragic death. Migos was so good while they lasted. This video is really kind of sad now, in retrospect.

    17. “Princess Diana” by Ice Spice & Nicki Minaj. They’re both just so cool and pretty, and this video is just a simple celebration of how cool and pretty they both are. What’s not to like! Plus, I love the mutual respect that they had at this time. Apparently there was some drama after this, and they aren’t so cool with each other anymore now, but I really enjoyed the way they supported each other’s careers back in like 2024. They complement each other so well stylistically, too.

    16. “Quarantine Thick” by 2 Chainz ft. Latto. 💀 I can’t! Bro really sat down and wrote a whole song about how, during the Covid lockdown, lots of us sat at home snacking and avoiding the gym and becoming “quarantine thick” (he means this as a compliment). Shameless. And obviously Latto is always a feast for the eyes, and graces every track that she touches — I just adore her.

    15. “Don’t Stop” by Megan Thee Stallion ft. Young Thug. This one makes me smile every time. Costumes, makeup, choreography, poses — all impeccable. The Alice in Wonderland theme is gorgeous and fits perfectly; I can’t decide which look of hers in this video is my favorite, but probably the pink Cheshire Cat. Megan is such a cool and beautiful individual, and a joy to behold.

    14. “On God” by Latto. I just love the exaggerated humor and energy in this song and video, with all the bright colors; and all of Latto’s looks in it, especially the yellow one, are fire.

    13. “Rake It Up” by Yo Gotti ft. Nicki Minaj. Such a mesmerizing video: from the cartoonish caricature of middle-class suburbia, to Blac Chyna’s little cameo, to that gorgeous model/actress who walks out in slo-mo around 0:47 — for sure one of the prettiest and most memorable models in a rap video ever, imo; this one was brilliantly styled and directed all-around. Nicki as always is an incredible performer, and this is one example of her at her best, imo.

    12. “Rock Your Hips” by 310babii & Saweetie. Who is 310babii? I dunno, I haven’t heard anything else of his yet, not that I can recall; as far as I can tell here, he is a good supporting role for the superstar, queen, and absolute breathtaking vision that is Saweetie; imo, she completely dominated this song and video; I wish her verse were longer. As I’ve said before, I think she has got to be one of the most classically beautiful female celebrities out there right now in any genre — like, she is literally designed just like a Disney princess. Enchanting. Great voice too. Typically I don’t love when music videos have little intros and intermissions that chop up the song and make it into a little movie with dialogue and a whole plot; but in this case, it’s funny and concise and it works. I’ve never seen golf, which is stereotypically a stuffy rich old white guy hobby, gone rap before; who would’ve thought, it works so hilariously well.

    11. “Walk” by Tay Money. Tay Money is the coolest! Such a lovable individual. Her colorful y2k aesthetic is delicious. I feel like this video is a snapshot of her personality as an artist: the colorful hair, the gas station convenience store candy, the cute dogs on leashes — all such a vibe.

    10. “High School” by Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne. Nicki and Lil Wayne play a romantic couple in this video, which is sort of like a Romeo and Juliet story but with a happy ending. Which is funny, because apparently, despite all the rumors, they never actually dated irl, and have a rock-solid brother/sisterly Platonic friendship. I just think it’s hilarious how they’re constantly teasing their audience with these rumors (like in this video, or like when they’re swapping lines in “Good Form” (see #9 below) and he goes “it’s the President” to which she responds “Monica what they call me” — lol). They do have great chemistry, at least as performers. This video is very romantic and sexy without being too over-the-top pornographic the way some rap videos are these days (see: Cardi B and Offset’s video for “Clout,” if you’re into that).

    9. “Good Form” by Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne. Yup, this is another of their masterpieces. What I like about this video is how, like #18 above, the video is a perfect visual representation of the way the song sounds, with the colors, flashing lights, the pacing, everything. And obviously, Nicki bathing in a big bowl of milk while rapping about cookies is iconic. My favorite moment, though, is Nicki’s smile and wave at approximately 3:38 while Wayne raps “Hi, Mom“, lol.

    8. “The Brightside” by Lil Peep. I didn’t discover Lil Peep until 2018, just a few months after his death. Instantly I was fascinated by his story and by him as a character, and for a minute there I got really into some of his songs. Including this one. I know a lot of people kind of laugh at Lil Peep and dismiss him, but in all seriousness, I think he was a genius. A lot of rappers have a sort of a dull and dead-eyed stare… no shade, it’s part of the attitude, I’m sure they practice it and cultivate it; but Lil Peep, he had such intelligent and haunted eyes, a certain vulnerability. Imo, he was his generation’s Kurt Cobain. What a beautiful child, what a tragic life — and what catchy music. This has got to be one of his saddest videos. Assembled after his death from footage of him at his shows, on tours, and just hanging out and goofing around, it creates a little eulogy, a portrait of him as a performer but also as a suffering human and a young kid who was trying his best. Every time I watch it, I feel for him (and his mom) so deeply, like especially the scenes where he’s riding in the back of the car, which are somehow especially poignant.

    7. “Gyatt” by Ice Spice & Latto. Ah, I’m no better than a man, apparently. What a masterpiece though! This video always cracks me up (tbh the word “gyatt” always cracks me up, regardless of context). And it’s especially clever because of the public beef between these two artists. The video stages a MMA-style fight between them, with scenes in the locker room, pre-match interviews, and in the ring. The poses and expressions are all hilarious, and both girls are incredibly pretty. Unfortunately, something tells me this collaboration doesn’t mean a reconciliation between the two; I’m no expert, and don’t spend a ton of time reading about this or anything, but as far as I can tell from this song and from social media, they still seem pretty frosty toward each other. Alas; again, I guess it comes with the territory, in this genre. I have so many favorite moments from this video, but my top favorite is Latto making that smug little face and waving her hands up at the end while the audience is cheering.

    6. “Circus” by Tay Money. I love how natural and unscripted and low-budget (in a good way) it feels — so real and authentic, with plenty of real people partying in it, and very true to Tay’s Texas origins. Her sass is unrivalled (“heard you switched your style, glad you did, it wasn’t working” LOL). I could not imagine a more perfect video for this song.

    5. “Mamushi” by Megan Thee Stallion ft. Yuki Chiba. This one isn’t even a special personal favorite or something I’m emotionally attached to, like some others on this list — it’s simply a cinematic work of art. Like, objectively speaking. I love Megan’s love of Japanese culture! Speaking of all that “cultural appropriation” business I was discussing above: this video is a masterclass in how artists can engage with and be inspired by other cultures’ art, without selfishly taking it over or turning it into a gimmick. Beautiful job to everyone who created it. Even if you don’t like rap, you might appreciate this one.

    4. “Purple Lamborghini” by Skrillex & Rick Ross. One thing about me is, I actually loathe superhero movies. Cannot stand them. I’ve never seen Suicide Squad, and don’t care to. However… for the duration of this music video, as I’m watching, I always think: “man, this looks like a cool movie!” — and then, as soon as the song ends, my sanity returns and I revert to my normal self. The song and video are phenomenal together. See, I was in college, and in the middle of my “clubbing” phase, when Skrillex first got really popular, so he and his weird dubstep style will always have a place in my heart. The way he and Rick Ross vibe together — whew! Watching this video feels just like three coffees no lunch.

    3. “Benz Truck” by Lil Peep. My fav of his videos; I haven’t seen any other music video quite like it, and it’s so him. The setting and the color palette of this video are so specific, so evocative, so chilling. I literally feel cold every time I watch this. Lil Peep apparently had/has a huge fanbase in Russia, and I love that this is a nod to them as well. Most of all, though, I love the shots of him in the old churchyard and cemetery — the proximity to death, eternity, and holiness, juxtaposed with all his pink hair and tattoos and iced-out teeth and his overmedicated, DGAF demeanor — in light of his story, it’s really powerful imagery. Plus, the way he’s chasing those sheep around, lol — “Little Bo Peep” reference? I love every second of it, even though it makes me really sad.

    2. “23” by Mike WiLL Made-It ft. Miley Cyrus, Wiz Khalifa, & Juicy J. Come on, what did you expect, to not see “23” on this list?! Is there anyone alive who doesn’t love this song? I’m pretty sure everyone loves this song, and the video totally does it justice. Whoever came up with the concept of a high school, with Miley as the cheerleader queen bee and Wiz Khalifa in the chemistry lab (lol): genius-tier work. The energy is incredible. Never have I loved Miley so much, and probably never will again. The best moment: her little “2-3” hand gesture exactly in time to the words at approximately 3:07.

    And finally: the greatest rap video of all time:

    1. “Birthday Song” by 2 Chainz & Kanye West. This… oh man. How do I even begin. This is not only the coolest rap video of all time, but probably one of the coolest music videos ever, in any genre. It’s weird, it’s surreal, it’s high fashion, it’s a whole trip. Both 2 Chainz and Kanye were at their peak, here. The video is so bizarre — you just have to see it, if you haven’t already. My theory is that the song is pretty much a pure club anthem, about as un-erudite as it gets (“she got a big booty, so I call her Big Booty”), so, they had to do a really highbrow, modern art-type video that’s also dirty and trashy, but in like a Vogue magazine kind of way, to at once re-emphasize and elevate the themes of the song. It feels weirdly personal, like the creators were drawing on real life, and it’s kind of uncomfortable, as good art sometimes is. It’s self-aware, it’s funny, it’s creepy, it’s just brilliant. Superb work, everyone — standing ovation from me, every time.

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    So do you think I chose well? Any favorites? Are there any others that you’d add to this list? Surely there are tons that I forgot about or just didn’t have room for. Also, what are your thoughts on cultural appropriation? Leave me all of your comments!

  • A thing I never thought I could do

    October 21st, 2026

    What’s something you’ve done that you never thought you could?

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    I never thought I would be able to have kids. Let alone five of them.

    “Having kids?” you might be saying, skeptically. “Are you dumb? That’s so basic! This is supposed to be an inspirational prompt about people achieving hard things! Literally any woman can get knocked up and pop out a baby!”

    — first of all, if that’s your impression, ha! I highly, highly recommend you go have a nice little chat about that with any woman who would like to have kids but whose body has difficulty conceiving, or maintaining a pregnancy to term, or delivering babies — there are tons of them out there! You likely already know a couple! — and they will certainly set you straight. “Any woman can have kids” is so far from the truth.

    And besides, have you ever researched just how many fine details there are to the process of conception? I’ve heard some biologists even say it’s nothing short of a miracle that any babies are ever conceived and born at all, with how many precise little details need to be exactly aligned at exactly the right time in order for a human to be conceived, let alone a healthy, “normal” one.

    But even besides any of that. Even before I knew any of that — because I really didn’t know much about babies or reproduction, beyond the bare, middle school sex ed basics, before having kids of my own, and like most people just assumed that if a man + woman had unprotected sex they’d probably have a baby, in normal circumstances — even before I knew any of the actual science of fertility, I just knew that I wouldn’t be able to have kids. I just knew it.

    For several reasons. If at age thirteen-fourteen, basically right after the onset of fertility, you develop a persistent ED that keeps you underweight for nearly all of your teens and twenties, you will probably lose your fertility. Because in case you weren’t aware (because many people aren’t! Another popular misconception!), being underweight is not healthier! If you are a female of childbearing age, being in starvation mode actually stops your body from ovulating. Which means: no cycles, which means you’ll spend the entirety of your teens and twenties infertile, and will come to believe that this is just life now.

    Indeed, I remember a family doctor telling me early on, when I was still in middle school: If you don’t start eating, it may ruin your ability to have kids one day. To which I, who at that age delighted in being just soooo cynical and jaded and grim, rolled my eyes and replied that I didn’t want to have kids anyway.

    See, I had consciously decided to adopt that antinatalist point of view as part of the effort that I made, as a way to cope with the alienation that I felt in middle school as an adolescent with undiagnosed AVPD, to adopt a “dark,” “edgy,” “alternative” persona and presentation. See?, I wasn’t awkward, I was just antisocial! Not painfully shy, I just “hated people”! See?, I didn’t care. Being a misanthrope was so much cooler than just sucking at making friends. — Suddenly, I went from a weird and tomboyish but basically good-natured girl, who dreamed of having a husband and five kids one day (I had all their names picked out!), to a wannabe-punk poser begging my mom to buy me Hot Topic so I could attempt to look like Avril Lavigne (because, come on, she was soooo punk rock 🙄).

    When at such a formative age you make such a concerted effort to convince yourself of a certain reality, it unfortunately takes root in you. It sinks into you like a poison. So that even after you get over your wannabe-alt kid phase, you have long since accepted, somewhere along the way, that you just aren’t the type of girl who could ever be a mom. You are bad at people-ing. You are weird. You’re not feminine. You certainly aren’t one of those “maternal types.” You don’t really know how to interact with a baby.

    I just wasn’t that type. To this day, none of the girls I mingled with in middle school/high school have had any kids — not a one of them! Same with my husband. None of his friends, to this day, have kids. (We’re late thirties/early forties, for reference.) We were just never the types to have kids. We didn’t even associate with those types of people.

    And if in addition to the ED and the being-a-non-maternal-tomboy stuff, you also had a drinking problem (fueled by the aforementioned undiagnosed AVPD), that’s going to mess things up further. It was like I just could not for the life of me seem to figure out eating and drinking (it sounds so dumb, when you put it like that, lol, the two most basic human functions; what, did I have an oxygen use disorder as well?! — Pathetic!).

    Underneath it all, this whole time, I wanted very badly to have kids. But pretended I didn’t, because, well, I believed it was impossible for me, so to admit the reality of my wanting, that would have been too much to live with. And too embarrassing, to aspire to something so “basic”, when all your life you’ve been told you’re so “smart” and “gifted”! I had no choice but to pretend I didn’t care. Which bottled-up sorrow only exacerbated the drinking, which exacerbated the ED patterns, which further damaged my physical health, & etc.: vicious cycle.

    So, it isn’t until you’re moving in on thirty and the old biological clock is ticking louder and louder that you finally have to admit: there’s only one thing you had ever really wanted out of your adult life. Everything else — the pretense of Going To College so you could eventually Get A Cool Job, was all a sham. Hell, you never could have even told anyone exactly what that “Cool Job” was supposed to be. Because you never actually wanted a career. You finally have to confront that.

    Which meant you had to get real: the vicious cycle could not continue, if you and your husband were to get intentional about wanting a child. You were in no condition to try to be a mother. All this time, you’d hoped that it might happen accidentally, so that you wouldn’t have to feel responsible, so that you would never have to own your feelings of inadequacy or change your behavior. (I’m very passive, not a fighter — I’ve always preferred for things to just happen, to fall into my lap. But at almost 30, it was evident that that tactic wasn’t working out.)

    So, you had to restore your health. Or at least try. Thus, you begrudgingly took your last (God willing!) last drink ever, and began to focus on eating healthfully, and pretty soon found that, lo and behold, your body actually functioned just the way a woman’s is supposed to, when she’s not starving. And a few pounds and a couple months later, to your utter shock, you find you are pregnant for the first time.

    So we had to move to a new house, since we were living in a rather icky little apartment at the time. What size house to shop for? — Small is fine! It’ll just be the three of us! I got lucky enough to have a kid — me, against all odds — the prospect of another one after that seemed so laughably remote! No, I’d long ago told God that if I could just have one, just one of my own, I’d be satisfied, and that was the truth; I simply didn’t have room in my brain to think about the possibility of additional kids. And it stayed that way… right up until an hour or two after my first was born. I looked at my husband and was like I think I want more.

    That was six and a half years ago… and now we’re expecting #5.

    You might still be sitting here thinking “eh, big deal.” And you’re entitled to think that — please, enjoy the privilege of your ignorance! But any other woman out there who’s ever longed to be a mom, but believed it impossible for her, and felt anguish at watching all the other women around her get pregnant left and right — she will be able to relate to me. She will understand my utter astonishment and wonder at how I found myself here. And how bizarre it is. I, the person Least Likely To Be A Mom, am soon to be a mom of five — just like I envisioned as a starry-eyed preteen.

    There are still moments, almost daily, when I am struck by the sheer unbelievability of it: that I, of all people, should have ended up in this life. I was supposed to be doomed to a childless life of retail slavery until death. That was the fate I always foresaw for myself, aimless as I was while trying to pretend I didn’t feel called to motherhood.

    And here’s another big surprise. Turns out it doesn’t really matter if you’re not a maternal type. Turns out, with your own kids, it is different. They are not like other people’s kids. They are the best, most important, most deserving people you’ve ever met. (And besides: plenty of “maternal types” go on to not be biological mothers at all, like some of the nuns who belong to my religious community and attend our parish; I’ve met several who are way more feminine and affectionate and caring, in general, than I ever was or will be.)

    “Still not a good answer to this prompt; having kids isn’t hard work” — suit yourself, if you enjoy thinking that! I can assure you with confidence and glee that I don’t care if you think that. I’m not a fighter, but I’ve had to fight, in one way or another, for each one of these kids. Having kids has never been “just a thing that happened to me.”

    In fact, I genuinely pity those who don’t see motherhood as a life that’s divine and meaningful and worthy of the utmost respect. Society loves to push this idea that only dumb and useless women become moms, that moms of many kids are basically livestock and tragically oppressed by the patriarchy — while all the smart, talented, enlightened, and worthy women go on to have careers and make money. I’m so sorry for all of those still laboring under this delusion. It almost got me, too. Luckily I was saved from it just in time. But why me? Of all the more deserving people?

    It seems so unlikely, all of it. I really believe that God must have great designs for my kids, to pull such strings to make sure that they were born. I wish I could send this post to younger self, but alas, I’ll have to just hope that maybe it will reach someone in a similar predicament, who might benefit from reading it.

  • GBBO Series 17 Episode 4: Bread Week: Mith Reacts

    October 17th, 2026

    “For someone that hates bread, that’s good enough.” — Mo


    What an absolute cluster of a week, wasn’t it?! A sudden downpour of hailstones the size of golf balls, one contestant’s mother dying mid-episode, “the worst technical ever in seventeen years,” not a single bake that got by without serious complaints, and one contestant who admittedly doesn’t even like bread and has never made it (but somehow survived this episode, while the girl who actually loves bread and bakes it all the time, got sent home) — what the heck was this?! It felt like watching a blooper reel instead of the actual show!

    In all seriousness, I’m so sorry for Nikki. That was devastating. I know it’s going to be hard for her to come back. I’ll be surprised if she comes back at all… though if she does, I kinda hope she wins it all, in honor of her mom!

    Realistically though, Tom is definitely looking more and more like the champion (I called it in week one! You heard it here, folks!). Even though none of his breads were great, by Paul’s standards, he still got the best marks consistently out of anyone, and managed to make #4 in technical.

    Which, holy cow, we can’t not talk about this technical. To the bakers’ credit: it was kind of a mean challenge. I dunno about you, but when I think of a “filled flatbread,” my mind goes where Gary’s did: you make your flatbread, then you put the filling on and fold it over. Because if it’s actually “filled,” how is it going to be flat?? I’m still a bit confused. The ones that Paul and Nigella sampled for demonstration looked so thin, practically tortillas, I don’t know how they managed to squeeze any filling in there, unless they like pureed their grapes and then spread a thin layer on like jelly. I would have liked more explanation on how the bakers were supposed to engineer filled flatbreads. I’m sure the bakers themselves would have appreciated that, too. Gabe was the only one who made something even slightly edible! The rest were all raw!

    The signature and showstopper were almost as disappointing. Signature was garlic bread — eugh, I dunno about you, but I hate garlic, all I could think about was how smelly the tent must have been and how badly the contestants’ hands and the judges’ breath were going to reek. There is no smell worse than a person who’s recently eaten something garlicky. Maybe this is my pregnancy hormones talking. All the breads were underproved and underbaked. Gabe tried to put TWELVE BULBS (!!) (not cloves, BULBS) in his loaf, no wonder it didn’t rise, ugh, I’m throwing up in the back of my mouth just thinking about it.

    And then, the showstopper: enriched breads. I had high hopes! Enriched breads are almost like a cross between bread and cake, and I like sweets, so I thought this was sure to be a more fun and delightful challenge.

    But again, no one did great, Paul was just handing out complaints like Halloween candy by this point, like you could tell he’d given up all hope and mentally clocked out; how did they manage to bring in a whole batch of contestants this year who suck at bread?! I wonder how Shannon would have done :'( . Or Danni. And I also felt robbed because poor Nikki couldn’t be there, so I only got to see nine breads when I was supposed to see ten (for the second time already this season! This used to be such an anomaly!). Just a lame and disappointing showing altogether.

    Honestly, Mo was kind of a walking personification of this episode, which is why I put his quote up at the top. Being a young kid of just 21, he apparently thinks bread is for old and boring people, and has no interest in making it. Excuse me?? Bread? What is happening to today’s children? And Moyin said the same exact thing about cookies in week two! What the heck! If bread and biscuits are “out” and for old boring people only, then what is cool to bake?

    And honestly, if these are modern bakers, what is the future of this show? Not to get grim, but Paul isn’t as young as he once was, and what with the hosts constantly changing and then Prue leaving, my husband has wondered aloud to me if he, Paul, might leave the show soon, to which I replied: NO. SHHH. Don’t say that. Paul is this show. Love him or hate him, he is the lifeblood of GBBO, and when he leaves, the show will be done. Probably within a few years tbh.

    I dunno, this season so far, with all these strange young kids and the corruption of “Audience Choice” and now this disastrous bread failure — where are all the classic, highly-skilled traditional British bakers that this show is supposed to be about?! It has all been a depressing reminder that this show’s heyday is over and it’s in its sunset years now, and I guess the future of baking competition shows is gonna be all stupid shit like Is It Cake?, because that’s what’s on trend now. Again, maybe pregnancy hormones, but kind of a big downer.

    Anyway. What were your thoughts? Make me feel better by leaving me your comments!

    Here’s the recap!:

    Signature Challenge: Garlic Bread

    • Tom: roasted garlic and cheddar Chelsea buns
    • Gary: cheesy tear & share garlic Chelsea buns
    • Connie: four cheese garlic bread, star-shaped
    • Molly: braided tear & share garlic bread
    • Yannis: “Great Garlic Globe”
    • Gabe: “Monday Night Pizza” garlic bread
    • Clara: Thai basil and garlic bread with mozzarella
    • Mo: Naga pickle garlic bread, bear-shaped
    • Moyin: pesto garlic bread
    • Nikki: cheesy pesto tear & share garlic bread topped with

    Judging notes: Only Tom did okay, and even his had issues with the formation. Lots of people had good flavors but were underbaked and/or underproved. Some, lile Mo and Clara, overpowered the garlic flavor with other flavors.

    Technical Challenge: Eight Flatbreads filled with roasted grapes and blue cheese

    • 9. Gary (fillings were on top, like a pizza)
    • 8. Yannis
    • 7. Molly
    • 6. Mo
    • 5. Connie
    • 4. Tom
    • 3. Moyin
    • 2. Clara
    • 1. Gabe (his second consecutive week being first in technical; I was pleased for him, at least, to see him come back after he had such a terrible signature)

    Showstopper Challenge: Display of Enriched Breads with Celebratory Theme

    • Molly: Harvest Festival basket with pumpkin spice brioche and chocolate babkas
    • Gary: Christmas display with snowman panettonni and star bread with spiced mixed fruits
    • Moyin: “Christmas Across Borders” display with four different international breads including Swedish buns and cranberry-pear filled buns
    • Yannis: Viennese Winter Market with orange zest, marzipan, and stollen
    • Clara: Portugese Bolo Rei wreath with several liqueurs
    • Tom: Christmas gnome breads with three doughs including gingerbread, Julekake, and Chelsea buns
    • Gabe: Summer Solstice bread display with saffron, nuts, caraway, lemon, and maple
    • Mo: Eid crescent Babka moon & milk bread stars with date paste and chai custard
    • Connie: Easter bread basket with honey, cardamom, and apple hot cross buns

    Judging notes: Tom’s were decent. Everyone else’s suffered. Notably, Nigella said of Molly’s display that, for a celebratory display, “the eating experience was a little too austere.”

    STATS:

    Handshakes given: 0 (as if!) (Running total: 1, Moyin)

    “Claggy” count: 1 (from Nigella, describing a filling)

    “Concertina” count: 0 (running total: 1)

    Noel’s Outfit Notes: long-sleeved blue sweater reading “The Artist is an active Dreamer”; grey skinny jeans, bright blue eye makeup

    Best Noel Moment: after Mo explained that he’s never made bread before and he finds bread boring and depressing, causing Paul to storm off without a word: “He’s destroyed Paul! Gary! You’re gonna have to be Paul for the rest of the show!”

    Star Baker: Tom

    Sent Home: Molly

    The bread I’d most like to eat: Yannis’s Viennese Winter Market, for the stollen and marzipan, even though it was apparently too dry

  • TOP 10: Cover Songs that Don’t Suck

    October 16th, 2026

    If there’s one thing I hate, it’s a shitty and unnecessary cover song.

    This is a pet peeve. It’s something that regularly irritates me, more and more as I get older and keep hearing more and more of the most pathetic, lame-ass, watered-down, uncreative covers of songs that I used to love. Like, Bad Wolves attempting “Zombie” by The Cranberries… Weezer’s absolutely useless rendition of “Africa” by Toto… and lamest of all, 5 Finger Death Punch completely ruining “Gone Away” by The Offspring. Ugh, stop it you guys, it’s just embarrassing.

    If you’re going to be a thief, you’ve got to at least be a good one!

    It bugs me, whenever some shit like this comes on the radio: I’ll get a mild wave of disgust and irritation and hurry to change the station, muttering to myself, then carry on with my day.

    But not this time. Earlier tonight, my husband and I were watching the finale of that show Below, and during it, for some reason they started playing some shitty obnoxious little cover of the amazing song “The Passenger” by Iggy Pop (this show was highly disappointing for a number of reasons — soundtrack being one of them), and, with the pregnancy rage that I’ve been experiencing these days, this just absolutely tweaked my last nerve, and now here I am, adrenaline-rushed, furiously churning out this blog post when I really ought to be sleeping. I just really fucking loathe a bad cover song, you guys.

    If you’re going to cover a song, especially a good song, you have to make sure that you are (a) honoring the spirit/energy/vibe of the original song, and also either (b1) making it completely original and your own, or (b2) respectfully keeping it pretty much the same but with just enough of your own unique flavor. You can’t just take a perfectly-simple, straightforward but deeply-felt rock song like “Gone Away” and make it all growly and dramatic and angsty, like a drippy performative little radio-friendly post-grunge babyman diva. (I’ve been hating 5FDP since long before they were popular.) That completely undoes what made the original so powerful.

    Similarly, you can’t just take an iconic song like “Africa” and perform the same exact song, the same exact way, except… not as good. Like, come on, Weezer. I typically am quick to defend you guys (“Feels Like Summer” is one of the greatest pop songs of the last 20 years and I’ll die on that hill), but come on. And you can’t just do “The Passenger” but with a jazzy flavor and a female vocalist. Why?? That’s just pointless. It feels like it’s for props. Just for shits and giggles. It sounds like AI made it. You just can’t do that.

    The best covers are the ones where you can tell the cover artist heard the song and loved it, identified with it, and imagined how the original intention could be presented in a whole new way! Or, alternatively, they copied the original format but changed it up just enough to make it their own, and did it justice. A cover should be artistic. Don’t just cover a song for no reason.

    Here is a list of Mith-approved cover songs. These are works which meet the above criteria, and which are also just bangers. I’m not going to bother listing such hugely-famous tracks as Johnny Cash’s cover of “Hurt” or Gary Jules’s cover of “Mad World,” since we all already know that these are incredible masterpieces and exemplify everything that a cover song should be. I was hoping to show you guys some you might not know yet.

    Parental Advisory!, many of the following songs are bad and unwholesome and NSFW and all that (some of these I no longer actively listen to for that reason); so proceed at your own risk. This is just a few examples of favorites from my own music collection, and, in case you’re new around here and weren’t yet aware, my taste in music is pretty lowbrow.

    Without further ado, here are Mith’s Top Ten Cover Songs:

    14. “No Hands” by Shred Meyer, originally by Waka Flocka ft. Roscoe Dash & Wale. I actually just discovered this one the other day, to my delight! What a little gem.

    13. “You Spin Me Round” by Enrique Igelsias, originally by Dead or Alive. This is such a hard song to cover well because it’s been covered so many freaking times! And because the original is so perfect! So when I heard that Enrique did it, my hopes were not high… but you know what, he nails it! This is a great example of a “type b2” cover: he didn’t try to do anything super new and innovative with the song, but his particular style is just a really good match for the original, and he didn’t try to get too show-offy with the vocals or anything; to my pleasant surprise, he modernized this iconic track flawlessly.

    12. “Square Hammer” (cyberpunk/synthwave) by Melodicka Bros, originally by Ghost. THIS is how you take a great song and make it into another, different, also-great song. Hitting all the right beats and everything.

    11. “Somebody’s Watching Me” by Mysto & Pizzi, originally by Rockwell. Yup, if you’re old like me you might remember. I heard this in a certain insurance commercial on TV way back in the days of TV commercials, and, what can I say, I like it better than the original. It’s somehow more fun and darker/more serious at the same time.

    10. “Ayo Technology” by Milow, originally by 50 Cent ft. Justin Timberlake. Recommending this song was the only good thing my junior year situationship ever did for me. Apparently, looking at this list, I just love it when nerdy little guitar-playing white boys cover raunchy rap songs? Anyway, whoever Milow is, he killed this one.

    9. “Whatever You Like” by Anya Marina, originally by T.I. My sister, who is smarter than me and likes these pixieish airy-voiced little acoustic guitar-playing female indie singers, but knows I prefer mainstream rap, recommended this one to me. And boy was it a great recommendation! What a perfect cover. Catchy as heck, and the way she just shamelessly doesn’t change any of the lyrics at all, but sings them in her own girly little style, is so hot.

    8. “Starboy” by Vladish and Ina Shai, originally by The Weeknd and Daft Punk. This works in an opposite way to #7 above. This vocalist changes some of the lyrics to make it more expected for a female pop singer, which I don’t mind either. I find it fascinating and addictive as heck. This version is a little more poppy and upbeat than the original, but imo just as good.

    7. “Tourniquet” by Rasputina, originally by Marilyn Manson. Deadass, Manson’s version pales in comparison to this beautiful cover; they’ve made it so enchanting, feminine, romantic, and hypnotic. Definitely check this one out if you haven’t already heard it.

    6. “Lollipop” by Framing Hanley, originally by Lil Wayne. Listen. If you are going to cover “Lollipop” by Lil Wayne, especially as a white singer, you have got to have some major guts, you have got to absolutely own those lyrics and be incredibly rude and gross about it; and I’m happy to report that these little white boys do all of the above. In their own little emo style. This cover never fails to make me smile out of sheer stupid delight and amusement. It’s a whole new scene but the same exact vibe.

    5. “Cry Little Sister” by Vampires Everywhere!, originally by Gerard McMann from the Lost Boys soundtrack. I’ve already gone off about how great this cover is in a different post, so I’ll keep it brief here. Suffice it to say that this one beats the original and all other covers of the original, for me.

    4. “If You Have Ghosts” by Ghost, originally by Roky Erickson. Okay so I didn’t even know the Roky Erickson version existed before I heard Tobias’s cover, and only listened to it afterwards, out of curiosity. No offense but the original did nothing for me, just a completely bland song, but Ghost’s cover is intense. Tobias literally made this song his own; he took someone else’s creation and made it like a personal theme song. I think it’s one of his most moving songs.

    3. “Trap Queen” by Ed Sheeran, originally by Fetty Wap. Normally I find little Ed Sheeran to be pretty insufferable (although “Shape of You” was admittedly annoyingly catchy)… but he really worked some magic here. Who would’ve thought that he’d be the perfect artist to cover “Trap Queen”?! His version is so true to him, while also remaining true to Fetty Wap. I am endlessly intrigued by how well this works. Top tier cover for sure.

    2. “Last Resort” by Falling in Reverse, originally by Papa Roach. I’ve said it before and will say it again: I will defend Ronnie to the death. He’s undoubtedly one of the most talented musical artists in his or any other genre right now, I mean, who else can sing like that, in such a classically-beautiful, sensitive, and heartbreaking voice, then immediately, without a moment’s warning, transition to either the most ferocious death metal screaming OR to rapping as fast and fierce as Busta Rhymes himself. Unbelievable vocalist and all-around incredible entertainer with the coolest personality. I straight up couldn’t believe what he did with this Papa Roach song. He took a song that, while basically good, had honestly over the years become kind of a cringey joke (I remember it came out when I was in fifth grade, and best believe all the upper-middle-class ten-year-old white boys thought it was sooo badass), and made it a brand-new symphonic experience, something deep and sad and beautiful, a whole epic movie for your ears. Btw if you’re reading this and thinking about leaving me some anti-Ronnie comment, just know you’ll be glazed over, deleted, and blocked; I’m so not in the mood right now.

    And finally, the greatest cover of all time:

    1. “Bring The Pain” by MSI, originally by Method Man. No commentary needed!, this is simply one of the hardest and most cathartic and satisfying songs ever — cover or otherwise. And, as a bonus, on the same album MSI also gave us a whole ‘nother cover of this song, a new wave version, which is so different but might be just as good, or at least very close!!


    What about you guys?! What are some of your most favorite and/or least favorite cover songs, of any genre? I’m always in need of new music recommendations!

  • On modesty

    October 14th, 2026

    Modesty is a really hot topic right now, it seems, even outside of the Trad/Christian realm where it’s always being talked about.

    There are a few things that have got everyone talking about the ethics of clothing, specifically, women’s clothing (I’ll get into that later): among them, Sydney Sweeney’s racy new ads, and SNL comedian Shane Gillis’s recent comments about women at the gym “dressing like whores.” And then there’s this viral video that popped up in my suggesteds last week:

    It’s worth a watch but I do have some issues with it, which I’ll get into later as well.

    Not that my opinion matters at all, but I’m going to offer it anyway, partly because I like to think that I, as a female former liberal and convert to Traditional Catholicism who really had to wrestle with this and related issues, have perhaps a slightly more nuanced and curated opinion on modesty than many of the loud, highly-polarized voices out there, so I might have something different to bring to the table that you haven’t heard before; but mostly because, as I always say, this is my stupid little personal blog and I can put whatever I want on it.

    This is a pretty long post, so I’ve divided it into sections for you:

    1. Sydney Sweeney is not the problem
    2. Shane Gillis is right
    3. But why don't we talk as much about modesty for men?
    4. Modesty and comfort (what the video gets wrong)
    5. In Conclusion

    Sydney Sweeney is not the problem

    I’ll start with this. I’m not mad at Sydney Sweeney, and I think it’s dumb how so many people are. Without a doubt, most if not all of the feminist hatred toward her comes from jealousy (because aren’t feminists supposed to be all “women can do whatever they want with their body” and “sex work is real work” and etc.? And suddenly now that Sydney’s doing it they’re mad about it? Why can’t they get their story straight?). I have no doubt that if the ads featured a fat, ugly, disabled, or queer woman in her undies, the feminists would be applauding loud as heck. Leave Sydney alone.

    That being said, do I endorse such things being shown on TV? Is such imagery in public morally permissible? Absolutely not. It’s terrible. Vile, shameful, despicable, a crime, damaging to women’s dignity, all of that.

    But unfortunately, nothing about this is new. Literally, there is nothing at all shocking or even slightly out of the ordinary about Sydney’s ads. I watched one. It was, by modern media standards, really pretty PG. Come on. We were walking past giant posters in the mall that were just as racy, back when I was a kid and malls were still a thing. And do you guys remember the hit song “WAP” from a few years ago? On that note, have you ever heard a pop song, at any time in the last twenty-odd years? And now you’re acting scandalized and offended?

    The only thing shocking and extraordinary about Sydney’s ads is that Sydney is shockingly and extraordinarily beautiful — imo, completely deserving of all the comparisons to Marilyn Monroe and Transformers-era Megan Fox. That’s the only reason why it draws so much attention when she does it.

    (Honestly, people (women, that is) just love to hate this girl. I still don’t get why folks were so mad about the “good genes” thing. I’m all for racial sensitivity, and normally don’t dare to even speak on any racial issues because I’m white and I fully agree and respect that white people should let POC be heard on these issues, but come on, it’s such a ridiculous reach, like your shoulder joint’s gonna be straight popped all the way out of its socket, to try to construe “she has good genes” as having anything remotely to do with racism. For as long as I can remember, any effortlessly-beautiful person, of any color, could be said to “have good genes.” “How does she do it? What’s her secret?” “Oh, she just has good genes.” Are we not allowed to compliment white women at all anymore? That was such a simple, benign comment, no more than a clever little pun. Anyway; I put this paragraph in parentheses because this particular bit isn’t about modesty, just an aside about how people love to hate on Sydney because of her beauty.)

    Sydney Sweeney is not the problem. She (i.e. her public image; I obviously don’t know her as a human) is just a product. She is just another symptom of the problem.

    Shane Gillis is right

    Because there is a problem. Shane Gillis is right, 100%: women do dress like sex workers in the gym, and it sucks that this is such a controversial observation and so many people are up in arms about it. I recently “unfollowed” my longtime favorite fitness influencer for making a post disagreeing with Shane Gillis. (Notice I never unfollowed her simply for the way she dressed, because it’s a very easy mistake to make in this day & age, and I can sympathize with that, but only when she started arguing and defending it after being called out.) Come on now. You don’t get to dress like that, basically naked, very loudly calling attention to yourself whether you consciously meant to or not (I’ll get into that later), and then get mad at people for looking. Let’s not be dumb. It’s not necessary to dress like that.

    The western world has truly lost all sense of decency when it comes to clothes. We ought to be collectively ashamed. I’m with the Muslims on this one; my readers already know I think they have the right idea when it comes to modesty.

    But why don’t we talk as much about modesty for men?

    “But it’s not fair that we give women so much shit about their clothes, and never men! Why don’t we ever talk about male modesty standards?!” Well, two reasons.

    The first being that male and female bodies are different. As much as I stand by the belief that women’s bodies are not advertisements for women’s bodies, and women should be allowed to exist without being sexually objectified, it’s also true that women are, unfortunately for us, built in such a way that our reproductive function is hard to conceal. It’s visisble and evident at a glance (breasts, hips) — more so than with men. (I mean yeah you could argue that a man’s physical strength, which is desirable in a reproductive partner, is also visible and evident at a glance — but although physical strength is desirable in a partner, just like facial beauty or nice hair, it’s not directly linked to reproductive faculty by nature, the way breasts & hips are.)

    Women are built beautifully. I mean there’s a reason why women’s fashion is so much more interesting and beautiful than men’s. Think about it — when you’re watching like pre-award show celebs on the red carpet. On the ladies you see all kinds of beautiful, fascinating, exciting, colorful gowns! On men (usually, unless someone decides to be weird and avant garde), it’s just… suit… suit… slightly nicer suit… suit. As it should be! And don’t get me wrong, I love a man in a suit!, but I think it’s obvious that the male form isn’t designed as showily and flowerishly as the female. The difference between appreciating a beautiful rose and a nice majestic tree, if you will. The female form has a special kind of beauty, the same way male birds tend to be more beautiful than the females, and for the same reason. (Why it’s reversed in animals, though, and in their case males are the ones with an outward appearance designed to flaunt their sexiness and attract a mate, I do not understand.)

    It’s also undeniably true that men and women have different roles when it comes to romantic partnerships, and as such, different things are expected of them. Men are expected to be providers and protectors. You don’t need immodest clothes to flaunt those capabilities; it’s more a matter of confidence (which is why it’s less easy to predict at a glance whom women will find sexually attractive; like, squirmy little Pete Davidson? Effeminate little Timothee? How do they keep bagging such baddies? It’s the confidence, the attitude.) Women, though, to attract a partner, we are expected to offer youth, beauty, fertility — all physical traits that can be flaunted with skimpy attire. This is another reason why female attire tends to be more immodest. Not saying this is an excuse. Just a reason, a sub-reason of reason one.

    Second reason we don’t talk as much about male modesty: male clothes are typically not as immodest! It’s that simple! I mean yeah, sometimes you see men with their pants hanging too low, or men in muscle shirts flaunting their shoulders and biceps (come on now, put those away, you little slut), or posting shirtless gym photos on IG, or men in Speedos or whatever. But that’s not typical to see everywhere in public, the way leggings and sports bras are for women. It’s a no-brainer that extremely immodest female fashion is much more normalized right now, probably because of reason one above.

    So it’s not unfair to call out immodest women, as Shane Gillis and the video that I shared above are doing. The video clarifies a lot, and I highly recommend watching it if you’re still confused or conflicted on this issue.

    Modesty and comfort (what the video gets wrong)

    However, I do think the video gets one thing wrong. It claims that comfort cannot be a reason why women are choosing to dress immodestly, because, it claims, “at home they all just dress in loose, baggy sweatpants and hoodies all the time — it’s only when they go out that they dress immodestly, so they’re clearly only doing it for attention.”

    This is simply false. I don’t think this guy knows any women. It’s very normal for women to sit around their house in leggings, booty shorts, tank tops, and crop tops. A lot of women are comfortable in immodest clothing. They wear it at home, then they hop in their car and wear it to the gym because it’s comfy to work out in too. I think the guy who made the video was considering immodest attire of the more bougie variety: little minidresses, tight showy things like the celebrities wear on TV; I think he neglected to consider that the most common immodest clothes these days, like leggings and gym shorts, are actually marketed as comfortable and “functional.”

    Which is why I don’t think we can really blame most women. I think a lot of women just buy what they think is normal. They just grab what’s available on the shelves at stores, whatever everyone else is wearing. “I need something to work out in, what does the store have? Just leggings? Okay, got it, this is what people wear to exercise.”

    Thus the blame doesn’t lie on individual women, it lies on our society and culture for normalizing this whorish attire. In this modern western world, you really can’t expect much better of most people; we’re all being taught that this is okay and normal. (Now, if the immodesty is pointed out to you and you get all defensive about it, like my former favorite fitness influencer, then sorry but you maybe have some work to do, and you are no longer so blameless.)

    Decency is real and exists for a reason. As the video pointed out, modesty is not about catering to men; it’s not about covering yourself up so that they don’t have to do the work of curbing their urges; most of us, myself included, let’s face it, aren’t hot enough to elicit lust in random men, anyway. The average woman’s body probably isn’t going to affect a man that way. Hot or not, all we are doing by dressing immodestly is communicating to the world that we are just exceedingly, pathetically desperate to have our bodies sexually objectified. Even if that’s not your conscious intention, that’s what you’re communicating.

    As it says in the video, our attire communicates something about who we are in society, about what we are here to do. If you put your sexy bits on full display, then, yes, that is what you are communicating.

    “But Mith, I dress like this for comfort and function! It’s easier to work out in leggings. And it’s so hot in summer, I just need to wear booty shorts and spaghetti straps!” — sorry, false; nothing is stopping you from hitting the gym in sweatpants or longer shorts and a t-shirt. If you’re a pilates instructor or a ballet teacher and you need your students to see your body for demonstrative, educational purposes: sure, that’s legit, but keep the attire in the (all-female) dance studio, and throw something else on over it before you walk out. It’s not hard.

    And heat? Please. I live in one of the hottest regions of the US and I do just fine in summer in my lightweight maxi skirts and loose cotton tees, in fact it’s actually worse to expose that much of your skin to the summer sun, so your argument is invalid, your outfit is not functional.

    And even if dressing more modestly did mean sacrificing some of your comfort — ya know what, maybe that’s okay. Maybe people need to be less comfortable. Maybe we need to stop “normalizing” everything, and feel shame for once. Because yeah, decency matters. Ladies made do in the olden days, didn’t they, in all those layers of petticoats and hoop skirts? And they didn’t even have AC. What’s our excuse?

    In Conclusion

    And listen, I’m not a girly girl. I’m not Little Miss Feminine Fashion over here preaching at you to wear pretty church dresses and look appealing all the time. I’m not telling you you should try to look like a beautiful flower. That is not me. I simply think we women should cover our bodies appropriately, even if it’s in a casual or tomboyish or not conventionally beautiful or sexually-appealing way.

    And contrary to popular belief among Western Christians, modesty is not just about having fabric covering your skin.

    I saw some reel on Facebook a while ago that showed a young woman entering a church to go to Confession dressed in a tight fitted jumpsuit. Several people in the comments politely called her out for dressing like that in a church — and can you believe others were replying to those comments arguing that she was dressed modestly??! Simply because her skin was covered, technically, even though you could plainly see the entire shape of both individual ass cheeks? So I guess if I spraypaint my naked body, that’s modest now? Good grief, you guys! How have we gotten so dumb!

    The west has fallen so far, it’s depressing. And no, I don’t feel bad or hypocritical for saying that, because it’s no secret, it’s just a painfully obvious observation. I’m not saying I’m holier than anyone else. I’m actually one of the least holy people that I know. It just bothers me that so many people are so closed-minded and brainwashed about this topic, so determined to defend their “right” to dress like whores. I mean even a secular person ought to be able to appreciate common decency. You don’t need to be a Christian for that.

    It’s not Sydney Sweeney’s fault. It’s not any individual’s fault. All these immodestly-clad women are just symptoms. But to cure the actual illness, we all need to wake up and intentionally step up. That’s the only way to de-normalize the indecency. Just do your part. Just be a big girl and put on some clothes.

  • The promises that we make to ourselves when we are young

    October 13th, 2026

    What’s a country that’s at the top of your bucket list?

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    How was it for you, being nineteen? Were you happy? I at nineteen was very much not, but was trying very hard to convince myself that I was. The year was 2009, and it was springtime: the spring of my freshman year of college. I was spending it on a study abroad trip to Germany with the other German majors.

    It was a group of twelve of us students: nine young men and three women, and our department head: a brilliant man whom I rather idolized in an intellectual way, but who I’m pretty sure was disgusted by me, at that time. They all were. Everyone was, even my own parents.

    And rightfully so. If you read this blog, you’ve probably heard me refer to my “Revenge Fat” or “Revenge Ugly” phases, by which I mean certain phases I’ve gone through with my ED in which I gain weight on purpose and/or stop taking care of my appearance as like an act of angry rebellion against the tyrannical voices in my head. These phases always follow severely restrictive phases, like the pendulum swinging violently in the opposite direction. It’s always a very sad way to live, and thankfully I haven’t fallen into it again for a long time (come to think of it, not since buzzing my hair off in 2015); the pendulum has gradually slowed to a manageable middle ground. But the worst and most definitive episode of Revenge Fat was this time in early 2009.

    I was straight up gross. I’m not implying that all fat people are gross, because they are absolutely not, but I certainly was. I’m not a naturally heavy person, I don’t carry weight gracefully. At my highest weight ever, sweaty and smelly, just eating all the time with reckless abandon and telling myself I was “free.” (I won’t go into the whole history of all the events that led up to this episode; suffice it to say that, although I am still mad at myself for it, I also don’t think it was entirely my fault — I’d had a certain mentor in 2008 who gave me (and many others in her care) some very poor, dangerous guidance, when we were in a very vulnerable, mentally-susceptible place; but that’s a story for another day.) I was fat, on high doses of Zoloft and alcohol and just so much food, dousing myself in heavy perfume and heavy brightly-colored glittery makeup and draping myself in cheap costume jewlery and telling myself I felt so pretty, while also wearing baggy sweatpants every day, because they were the only comfortable thing to wear. They allowed me to forget.

    In retrospect, nearly twenty years later, I can actually feel somewhat grateful that I went through this wretched stage. For a few months there, I got to experience life as a fat woman. So now, unlike many normal-sized women, I know firsthand what it’s like to be treated as subhuman and invisible and not a real woman. It’s subtle sometimes, this discrimination — I vividly remember, for example, my professor’s inadvertent grimace as he turned his face away from me at a restaurant, and the way salespeople in shops would act like they couldn’t even see you, the way people talk down to you without meaning to — but it’s very real. Almost twenty years later, and having never been actually fat again since that brief period of time, I still haven’t fully recovered my identity; even though I haven’t been actually fat in a really long time, and it was such a short period of time, it makes a permanent impression on you, being treated like that. The little ways people make you aware that you are disgusting to them. I may be thin now, but I think I’ll always identify as a fat girl, because of that time.

    So, this was where my head was at, while physically I was on this fantabulous six-week expedition to the south of Germany, alongside eight rich frat boys, one fat nerdy mildly-autistic boy who was the laughingstock of all the other kids, two rich beautiful sorority girls, and one brilliant, athletic professor who was my hero. Even the nerdy boy, who was kind and pleasant to me, made it plain to me in conversation, in his innocent autistic way, that I wasn’t like the other two girls on the trip and could not be treated as such. (Randomly, my other main memory of him on that trip: he wore “toe shoes,” those weird rubbery “FiveFinger” walking shoes; Google it, if you don’t know what I’m talking about; he and his weird toe shoes were the absolute butt of everyone’s jokes the whole time; probably they were saying the same things about me and my sweatpants, though.)

    Also grossed out by me was my host family: a middle-aged mother and her two beautiful, stylish grown daughters, living in Bayreuth. Aware of how disgusting I was to them, I didn’t like being around them, despite how friendly they were. So in my free time in the afternoons after class at the Üniversität Bayreuth and a hefty lunch at its cafeteria, I’d go for a lot of long walks around the city by myself with my headphones in. (It was on one of these walks that I wandered into a tattoo parlor and got my left eyebrow pierced, on a complete whim; that was my life then.) Headphones, Zoloft, stuffing my face, stuffing it down. Everything was fine. I was so free.

    I often walked to the Hofgarten, which was mere blocks from my host mother’s house, and one of my favorite spots that I’d discovered on the whole trip. Maybe because I discovered it on my own.

    Have you ever been there? It’s a big green park, a peaceful green oasis in the city, with curving pathways, little bridges over ornamental streams, lush flower beds so perfectly well-maintained that they feel native; shady mature trees; and at one end stands the eighteenth-century palace with a big fountain out front. A little paradise, a postcard from every angle. I was always there alone, invisible, listening to my tunes, people-watching. It was an escape — but it was also a moment of clarity. Alone, at the end of the school day, with the emotional aid of my music, I could actually take some things carefully out of the sealed mental box and look at them, and study them a bit.

    I remember one overcast, wet afternoon — the snails were always out in spades, on those post-rain afternoons, big fat garden snails clinging to the foliage, much to my delight — it was one of those afternoons that’s gray and bright at the same time, the sky a flat sheet of pale gray, the sun hidden but its light everywhere. That kind of weather feels protective, makes you feel safe. I wandered out from the shade of the trees into the brightness in front of the ornate Rococo palace. Such a romantic place. I stood at the fountain, looking all around. No one else was there, on that overcast weekday, at least not that I can remember.

    One day, I thought then, one day when I am happy and have found the right person, I will come back here with him.

    It was a little promise that I made to myself and kept quiet about, but didn’t forget — still haven’t forgotten.

    Eight years seems like not much time, at all, now; but it felt like a very long time, like lifetimes even, elapsed between spring 2009 and spring 2017 when I finally got married. To a guy with, coincidentally, a German last name and German heritage. Obviously I’d still have loved him even if he had an unfortunate last name, but I really lucked out, name-wise, as a former German major and a Germanophile in general. Germany has just always appealed to me, for so many reasons. I couldn’t have been more excited to change my last name.

    He’s never actually been to Germany, though. Maybe one day we’ll go there, and maybe even stop at the Hofgarten Bayreuth, but, funnily enough, it doesn’t feel that important anymore. I no longer really care as much about international travel; I’ve seen very well that wherever you go, there you are, and life is just life wherever. Some places are beautiful — so what? Is it really worth all that money to drag yourself all that way and go “wow, this is pretty”? I dunno. I no longer feel bound to this promise I made myself. And besides, my husband is more interested in seeing Japan, if we ever do travel internationally, so that’s at the top of the bucket list, now, above Bavaria, and I am more excited to make this dream come true for him than to check off some little box on some mental list that some dumb fat nineteen-year-old once wrote.

    That’s the thing — it stops being about my bucket list, my happiness, my this and my that, when you’re actually finally happy; it becomes more about your. I probably wouldn’t have understood that back then. I didn’t understand a lot of things. I wish I could say I forgive that younger version of myself, for all that, but tbh that’s probably still a long way off.

  • GBBO Series 17 Episode 3: Audience Choice Week: Mith Reacts

    October 10th, 2026

    Nikki, confident, repairing her broken gingerbread with icing after it cracked: “The rest should be quite robust, I think.”

    The gingerbread: [immediately cracks again]


    I am officially not a fan of Audience Choice Week. I hope they don’t bring it back.

    For one: too much chaos. One thing that I (and so many others!) love about GBBO is its consistency, its stability, the predictable structure of its challenges. “Audience Choice” introduced too much chaos into this perfect recipe. Inviting family members into the tent? A free-for-all technical in which no two desserts were the same? No. Just no. It’s starting to feel like an American cooking show! (Which, of course I like those too, but GBBO is not supposed to be like that.) Not a fan.

    For two: it robbed us of my girl Shannon. Devastating! It’s hard to pick a favorite contestant, but Shannon was up there, for me, for sure; tbh I have a bit of a girl crush on her; she seems like such a fun person, chill and smart and a bit weird and never taking herself too seriously; plus, she looks just like a Renaissance painting, and, as we saw in last week’s episode, can throw it back like a pro. With those mesmerizing eyes, too. I will sorely miss seeing her, and am honestly a bit peeved at Paul for complaining so much about her cheesecake.

    Family member madness aside, I did like the baked cheesecake challenge. It was fun for me to think about what I would have made. Obviously for a family member I’d invite my husband — who else? (Funny aside though: as we were watching, I wondered aloud to him “why did Gary invite his sister? Doesn’t he have a wife??” To which my husband replied, completely serious: “Maybe he wants to win.” 💀) I’d probably use coffee and hot chocolate flavors and, in some capacity, marshmallow, as coffee shop visits were a big part of our early relationship.

    The technical was chaotic and disappointing. The showstopper — not too out there, I guess, I mean the showstopper challenge is always pretty “out there,” anymore. I have no idea what I’d make for a wearable bake. Clara had the best idea, I think, with that neat and tidy little handbag, and evidently the judges agreed, as she was awarded Star Baker. I do think she deserved it, although imo it could just as fairly have been Tom: yeah he was #7 in technical and Clara was #3, but Tom did much better in the signature; his was perfect, while Clara’s was too flooded with peach jam. My money is still on Tom for the big victory. Just you watch!

    And speaking of Clara’s signature — did any of my fellow Americans have a giggle at that as well? Apparently Clara and her fiance are planning a move to Georgia, USA in the future, so they did Georgia-themed peach and bourbon flavors… then decorated it with a cowboy theme, lol. It’s like all Brits think all of America, even Georgia, is defined by cowboys & the wild wild west. Just seemed like an incongruous little combination to me. They’ll soon see! I thought it was very cute — as are Clara and her fiance, themselves.

    And I will admit it was nice to see the contestants with their loved ones — like a little glimpse into their real lives. Moyin and his mom were so cute! And damn, they absolutely killed it in the signature challenge! It’s not often that Paul gives feedback that good. To my delight, Nigella described the decorative spiral of orange curd on top as “fierce.”

    Guys, what did you think? Did you like Audience Choice? Do you agree with the judging calls? And, I’m dying to know, what did you think of Noel’s shirt?? Leave me your comments!!

    Here’s the recap!:

    Signature Challenge: Baked Cheesecake with a Family-Favorite Flavor *With Help from a Relative*

    • Shannon & mom: “Naughty Bailey” Irish cream & white chocolate Basque cheesecake with salted Irish cream truffles
    • Tom & bf Alex: “Alex’s Favorite” white chocolate raspberry cheesecake with almondine shortbread crust
    • Nikki & cousin Jen: cherry bakewell Basque cheesecake
    • Molly & husband Ash: raspberry cheesecake with leaf tuile decorations
    • Clara & fiance Kieran: bourbon cheesecake with peach jam and “cowboy” American-themed decorations
    • Connie & husband Myke: ginger & lemon cheesecake with poached pears
    • Moyin & mom: vanilla orange Basque cheesecake with orange curd and candied decorations
    • Yannis & sister Ruhsar: honey, fig, & walnut Käsekuchen
    • Gabe & partner Ellis: coconut, chocolate, & lime cheesecake
    • Gary & sister Paula: New York cheesecake with cherry compote and swan decorations
    • Mo & cousin Esrat: cardamom & strawberry cheesecake with pistachio biscuit base

    Judging notes: Moyin earned a handshake and Paul said his cheesecake was “one of the best things I’ve eaten for some time” and “flawless.” Wow! Tom also did great. Paul hated Shannon’s because the flavors were too intense. The rest were pretty average.

    Technical Challenge: “Mystery Box” of ingredients, bakers can bake whatever they want using those ingredients

    • 11. Shannon: lemon drizzle loaf
    • 10. Molly: lemon drizzle cake with lemon curd & raspberry puree
    • 9. Yannis: almond Esterhazy Torta with creme patissiere
    • 8. Gary: lemon drizzle loaf
    • 7. Tom: spring-summer citrus cake
    • 6. Connie: chocolate-orange cake
    • 5. Moyin: lemon-raspberry cake
    • 4. Nikki: lemon meringue tart
    • 3. Clara: lemon-almond naked cake
    • 2. Mo: Paris Brest (his second consecutive week being #2 in technical)
    • 1. Gabe: lemon & orange meringue tart

    Showstopper Challenge: Wearable Bake

    • Clara: “designer handbag” piña colada cake
    • Shannon: “fairy wings” gingerbread with royal icing & blackberry puree
    • Mo: “angel wings” almond sponge with cherry compote and wafer paper feathers
    • Tom: “Dolly Parton wig topper” banana cake with caramel rum banana jam and creme patissiere whipped cream
    • Gary: “knitted hat” orange cake with chocolate ganache
    • Gabe: “crown” Turkish Delight flavor, biscuit base + choux buns
    • Moyin: “hat” cake with pistachio cream & raspberry jam
    • Molly: “Formula One racing cap” earl grey cake with earl grey-orange buttercream
    • Connie: “Mom’s wedding hat” rum fruit carrot cake
    • Nikki: “Mexican sombrero” lime gingerbread with mojito choux buns
    • Yannis: “Bengali Hindu groom’s crown” mango lassi flavor choux buns with saffron & cardamom

    Judging notes: Many did well. Nikki, Connie, Mo, Tom, and Clara all got perfect feedback. Moyin’s unfortunately didn’t look much like a hat, but more like a cake placed on the mannequin’s head. Shannon’s was “too simple.”

    STATS:

    Handshakes given: 1 (Moyin)

    “Claggy” count: 0

    “Concertina” count: 1 (from Molly though, not Paul!)

    Noel’s Outfit Notes: long-sleeved black button-down patterned with what appear to be Hieronymous Bosch figures (?), + black pants. (I Googled but have been unable to confirm whether the pattern is indeed Bosch-inspired; anyone have any details?)

    Best Noel Moment: before introducing the “Mystery Box” technical, remarking dryly: “It’s weird thay they’ve put your family members in those little wardrobes.”

    Star Baker: Clara

    Sent Home: Shannon

    The dessert I’d most like to eat: Tom’s white chocolate-raspberry cheesecake… although Yannis’s honey-fig-walnut one is a very close second

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