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  • Baking Championship Next Gen Season 1 Episode 6: Mith Reacts

    February 11th, 2026

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    “COOOOORN!” – Emmett

    “Now, we need to figure out this corn situation.” – Maci, panicking

    “Who’s scared of corn? It’s just corn.” – Duff, observing

    “Friendship bracelet” cream puffs. Apparently, friendship bracelets are trending right now? I had no idea. I can’t even keep up with what’s on trend anymore; I think I stopped noticing ten or fifteen years ago. Apparently, skinny jeans, side parts, and ankle socks age you now. Trends come and go so quickly. Like, Kardea was wearing bell-bottoms in this episode. Those were big in the ‘90s, when I was a kid! And I guess they’re back again now?

    Aging millennial rant moment: I vividly remember how popular 1960s style was in the ‘90s: bell bottoms, door beads, inflatable furniture, lava lamps, daisies and peace signs, et cetera. When I was a kid, thirty years ago was ancient history! Comparable to like the Civil War or the invention of the automobile. How funny it was, that trends from thirty years ago were popular again. Now, I’m thirty-six, and trends from thirty years ago are resurfacing once more, but this time I remember the last time they were around. It’s so dizzying.

    A couple years ago, I was walking through the mall with my kids, and saw a teenage boy wearing a “My Chemical Romance” t-shirt, and I thought to myself: “wait! That band belongs to my teenage years!” and then I realized that, back when I was a teenager, kids were wearing “Nirvana” and “Metallica” t-shirts, which at the time felt like a very “old” and “vintage” thing to like. Bands from the ‘80s! How retro, how cool! Because Metallica was big in the eighties and Nirvana was big in the early ‘90s → I was in eighth/ninth grade in 2003-05 → so an approximately an twenty-to-eleven-year difference. Similarly, MCR was big in 2004-08 → this kid at the mall was rocking a MCR shirt in 2024 → a sixteen-to-twenty-year difference there. It’s no different from the trends when I was a teen. Wait. Wait, wait, wait. WHAT?!

    Getting old is so whack!!

    Anyway, back to the youths, and the baking.

    Friendship bracelet cream puffs. With a “choux your own adventure” twist, announced halfway through the bake.

    I have a love-hate relationship with the Twists on these Baking Championships. Love them because they keep it interesting and keep us on our toes. Hate them because they tend to ruin the flavor combinations that I was already looking forward to. And this week, it was definitely more of a “hate it” scenario. Because most of the teams changed their plans pretty drastically. So instead of a twist, it felt like a completely new challenge was introduced halfway through.

    I thought Abigail and Kenneth’s plan for a coconut cream puff with white chocolate ganache sounded stupendous! And I like dates (more than the average person, actually, I really like dates), but adding the date paste and changing the topping to royal icing completely threw them off. Jovie and Lenore did a 180 from passionfruit to ube. Maci and Emmett were going to do London Fog cream puffs (not my cup of tea, but interesting flavor choice, I was here for it!), but then they got stuck with corn as their twist ingredient?! Wisely, they decided to change plans entirely, because a tea-corn cream puff would just be weird. I guess with a cream puff, unlike in a cake, you don’t really have room for more than one or two flavors, so you have to be discerning.

    The “corn situation” was, imo, the great drama of Episode 6. Corn was definitely the most adventurous ingredient out of the six on that table. Emmett seemed really excited to have received corn as their twist ingredient (lol), but it did require them to completely regroup. It was nice to see little Kenneth, the midwestern farmer kid and resident Corn Expert, inspecting the kernels for Maci and Emmett and advising them about the flavor profile of corn – that might have been my favorite moment this week! They ended up making it work, albeit at the expense of their decoration. I’m just glad they pulled through.

    And glad to see Genesis and Akbar win this week! We knew, going into this week, that they were masters of cake, so I was curious to see how they’d do with a non-cake challenge. And they nailed it! Their décor was actually some of the most effective out of all the teams’ (the way they did white topping and black letters for the “letter bead” cream puffs made it read very authentic; I was surprised that they were the only team who did this).

    But, sad to see the Bow Gals Harper & Holland go home. I’m sure we haven’t seen the last of them; they have real star quality. I was so not surprised to learn that they are Swifties who’ve attended the Eras tour not once, but twice. So cute. And the way they cooperate so seamlessly as a baking team is really impressive, especially for kids that young. What even happened to their filling, though? Am I crazy, because I swear I did see Harper filling those cream puffs. Where did it go? The case of the disappearing ricotta chantilly. I guess it will remain unsolved.

    Oh, and can’t not mention Leia and Kiera! They did great with their flavors this week, which was nice to see. Strawberry pastry cream and yuzu curd sounds like a delicious combination – I actually like that better than their original plan to do strawberry-mango. For once, their flavors got better feedback than their decoration! Clearly, they can do both. I still think these two are going to win the whole thing.

    I haven’t yet written about what I would do for this challenge if I were on this show, which has apparently become a thing that I do, so here goes. I’ve never made cream puffs, but, being me, I’d probably want them to be filled with chocolate. If my sister and I were baking together, we’d probably do either chocolate or coffee flavor, since we’re both coffee drinkers, and for the twist ingredient – I think ricotta would have been the most fun to work with. You could do like a tiramisu flavor.

    Each team also had to do a little “slogan” written out on their cream puffs, something to represent their team (we had “wolf pack” for Kenneth and Abigail; “rock rats” for Jovie and Lenore; “luv 2 bake” for Leia and Kiera; “soul sibs” for Genesis and Akbar, etc.). What slogan would my sister and I put on cream puffs, if we were on this show? The only thing that comes to mind is “Twilight Zone” lol, because that was how we used to refer to our family home, back when we still lived at home with our parents in our teens and whenever we’d come home during our college years. Like, whenever someone in our family did or said something weird, awkward, annoying, or triggering, one of us would look at the other and just start humming the Twilight Zone theme song. Growing up in the Twilight Zone was a pretty defining aspect of our lives and our sibling relationship.

    What would you guys do?! Tell me!! On to this week’s Stats:

    Superlatives from the judges: 0 (Running Total: 4)

    Kid who most deserved a hug: Maci, when she was panicking about the corn situation.

    Kid who most deserved a high five: Also Maci, for finally managing to create a delicious, sweet, cereal-milkish pastry cream out of fresh corn, even though it took two tries.

    The dessert that I would most have liked to eat: Genesis & Akbar’s winning tahini-strawberry cream puffs. In my family, we’re really big on PB&Js, and I personally love sesame flavor, so this sounded like a really great one to me. I also appreciated that they opted to keep the strawberry flavor they’d originally planned, and swirl the two pastry creams together. Very bold choice, and it paid off well.

    What do we think?! Leave me your comments!

  • Having ocs is fun because

    February 6th, 2026

    yesterday i was in the checkout line at the [name of grocery store redacted] and in front of me there were these two dudes, about my age, one taller and broader with a messy ponytail and head-to-toe Carhartt, and his slighter, slicker, short-haired friend (brother? I mean basically) wearing khakis and black pullover (and the cute little girl in the shopping cart coulda been either of theirs; still works) and they were just out grocery shopping together and i was just 🤭🥰😄 bc in my peripheral/through furtive glances the situation read very “just dudes being bros on a thursday” (but come to think of it, maybe they were a married couple (which, c’mon, they basically are 😉)), but then one of them (idk which, i was too busy trying too hard not to stare) was so courteous as to retrieve that little plastic divider strip (which was up by the cashier, out of my reach) and place it on the conveyor belt behind their stuff so i could start putting my stuff down, and he just looks my way and goes: “here ya go” and i was just 😮😳😶 and i’ve been giggling/cringing about it ever since. And would you believe I am thirty-six.

  • Baking Championship Next Gen Season 1 Episode 5: Mith Reacts

    February 4th, 2026

    CAUTION: SPOILERS for this episode of BCNG!

    Breakfast imposter challenge: at first, I wasn’t too excited about this episode. Just like Genesis, as all the kids were jumping about and shrieking with glee upon hearing the theme, I was nonplussed. Imposter desserts are not my favorite thing. I like cakes that look like cakes, and imo the whole “is it cake?” trend has gone way too far. But, this was honestly really impressive. These kids did way better than I expected them to. It was cool to see what they could do.

    What would I do for this challenge if I were on the show?: No one did a bowl of cold cereal. A cake made to resemble a bowl of Froot Loops or Fruity Pebbles would have been fun. You could do a white confetti cake for the sponge, and top it with rainbow feuilletine, or like miniature cookies or something, then a vanilla glaze to look like milk. For the two side dish desserts, I think a soft-boiled egg bonbon would be really cute: like a vanilla mousse with a truffle center, inside a white chocolate shell. All of which sounds really fancy, so I’d probably do something simple for the last item, like a slice of pound cake “toast” with coffee flavoring (for the surprise coffee flavor twist that the kids had to do) and like yellow buttercream “butter.”

    What would you guys do??

    Also, I know I’ve said before that I’m not really as into the kids’ version of these shows – but, I’ve realized, one thing I really like about the kids’ baking championship: no one bakes with booze! Not a drop! As a non-drinker, it’s always disappointing for me to see how much alcohol gets used in dessert-making: couldn’t eat that, couldn’t eat that either. But on this show, all the desserts are fair game!

    My silly little thoughts:

    – Leila & Melody: When Melody was dumping the coffee flavoring into their apples, and Leila was panicking, screaming at her to stop, I was sitting there going: “let her cook!!” because last week when Melody had a crazy idea and Leila tried to stop her, Melody ended up being on the right track and actually should have done even more. Unfortunately, this week, Leila’s instincts were right; the coffee flavor in the apples just didn’t work out. I am bummed to see these two go home, because their little interviews were always so entertaining; I loved their chaotic energy. But it did seem fair; their cake tasted burnt, and their “sausage” treats were “too sticky.” I’ll miss you, girls!

    – Maci & Emmett: Their second win?! These two are ones to watch. Their desserts aren’t as visually spectacular as Leia and Kiera’s, nor are their flavors as outstanding as Gensis and Akbar’s, but they have that magic ingredient of consistency that judges on these shows always love. Their three desserts were all really good; Maci and Emmett were, in fact, the only ones who served three good desserts. Although, I will say, big thumbs down to Duff and Emmett’s little comedic back-and-forth about vegetarian bacon being so “gross.” The Morningstar Farms soy bacon is actually really delicious, and objectively way less “gross” than strips of greasy fatty swine flesh, thanks very much. Emmett gets a pass for this because he’s a child (and a sweet, adorable one at that!), but Duff, as a foodie adult – come on now.

    – Abigail & Kenneth: Abigail so wanted to win! And they came so close. Sweet little Kenneth did such a good job on that “parfait” all by himself, and Abigail’s “avocado toast” with the two-tone green buttercream was astounding. She’s not messing around anymore: I fully expect this team to win next week, with how determined Abigail is. Jovie agrees with me – she said this week that she thinks Abigail and Kenneth are her fiercest competition.

    – Harper & Holland: Crisis averted! Harper accidentally dyed their rice pudding an unfortunate shade of pink! It looked nothing like oatmeal – more like raw ground turkey. Little Holland was pissed, lol. Then Harper had the idea to add just a drop of black food dye. Black?! “NO,” I was shouting at the TV, “not black!! what are you doing?!” but, lo and behold – it worked! That dish came out looking exactly like oatmeal! Just goes to show I know absolutely nothing about baking and cake decorating! Way to go, Harper! These two are so precious, I love to see them do well – and their flavors sounded delicious too.

    – Genesis & Akbar: Massively impressed with these two once again. They weren’t even looking forward to this challenge, but their “stack of pancakes” cake looked so good – and so real! And the way they got those sugar cookies to look like sausage patties – I did not see that one coming. Too bad they forgot to put the coffee glaze on one of them, and too bad they didn’t have time to do the meringue for their egg; but the rest of their work was outstanding.

    – Leia & Kiera: Once again, blowing everyone else out of the water with their decorating skills. That “bagel breakfast sandwich” was a work of art, visually, and their milk jelly + coffee ganache “sunny side up egg” was technically insane work! How on earth did kids this young learn to do that?! Unfortunately, their donut was underbaked, and the fondant filling didn’t add much to the flavor. They do err on the side of pretty rather than delicious. These two need to team up with their friends Genesis and Akbar – with their powers combined, these four would be unstoppable!

    – Jovie & Lenore: Another good week for these two. That pate a choux bun looked exactly like a cinnamon roll! And their cheesecake “parfait” sounded delectable. Keep it up, Jovie and Lenore. This is my husband’s favorite team – he has a soft spot for “weird” people (obviously, considering that he married me). So I kind of hope they win, because he’ll be heartbroken if they get eliminated.

    Stats:

    Superlatives from the judges: 2: one was Duff to Leia and Kiera “best egg imposter ever”; and the other was Duff to the whole group, “some of the bet I’ve ever seen”. (Running Total: 4)

    Kid who most deserved a hug: Kenneth, when he and Abigail came in second instead of first. “I dreamt of winning,” he said wistfully, but with resignation. Poor thing! Next week, Kenneth. My money’s on next week.

    Kid who most deserved a high five: Genesis, for producing yet another “phenomenal” sponge. She mentioned adding buttermilk and sour cream to her lemon-blueberry cake, to make it extra moist. They have not baked a bad cake yet. She may not have quite the decorative finesse of Leia and Kiera (no one does), but what’s more important is, that girl seriously knows what she is doing with cake!

    The dessert that I would most have liked to eat: Harper and Holland’s “oatmeal” imposter: coconut rice pudding with crumbled coconut macaroons and coconut-macadamia brittle. Or maybe Jovie and Lenore’s cheesecake “parfait.”

    What do we think?! Leave me your comments!

  • Is it ok for poor people to have kids?: Part Two

    February 1st, 2026

    I know I’ve already addressed this topic in a previous post, but I saw a reel today that brought the question once again to the forefront of my mind. (Here it is, if you’re curious.)

    The gist of the reel is this: a young mom posted a sweet little video clip of her husband playing with their toddler, and wrote something along the lines of: “I wish more moms knew that it’s possible to have a family on a single income.” She explained in the caption that she’s a stay-at-home mom, and in order to make that work they make a lot of sacrifices. As new parents, she and her husband had faced financial hardship, even resorting to a local food bank once or twice when times were especially hard — but that it was all worth it. Basically, encouraging young women to stop fearing financial hardship, because family is the real wealth.

    Lovely, right? I thought so.

    But who do we find in the comments but the inevitable crowd of social media mom-shamers: “newsflash, if you need to go to a food bank to feed your kids, then you actually can’t afford kids!” “get a job! By going to the food bank, you’re stealing from people who have no other option! You could get a job but you’re selfishly choosing to stay home with your kids!” “Sure, it’s fine now while he’s a baby, but what happens when that kid grows up and asks for Disney World vacations and the trendy new sneakers like all his classmates are wearing?” Basically, telling her that she should not have had this child.

    Wow! Teeth and claws came out. Some of these arguments are more interesting than others. Let’s break them down, shall we.

    Keeping in mind this one truth that most people on social media, and in our world today in general, seem to have forgotten: having kids, and raising them well, is a good and important thing to do!

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    Argument One: “If you need to go to a food bank to feed your kids, then you actually can’t afford kids!”

    She fed her child, didn’t she? For him, it doesn’t matter if the food came from her own paycheck or a food bank (which she only used once or twice anyway, as a last resort). Now, if assistance were unavailable, and there were actually no food to be had (like, I dunno, an extreme wartime ration situation or something), that’d be different. Then maybe it would be unwise to have a kid, because there would be literally no way to legally feed it.

    But (and Americans might really need to try and stretch their brains to comprehend this): it is okay to receive help. We should, in fact, help each other. Americans really suffer from this obsession with self-reliance, this isolationist notion that we shouldn’t have to help anyone and shouldn’t accept help from anyone — unless, perhaps, we are literally on the brink of death. Humans in a society are meant to help and support each other.

    Moms these days, especially in modern America, don’t have a village around them the way they used to historically. Family units are islands now, expected to do it all themselves. It’s unnatural. It’s not supposed to be like that. People, especially new parents, are supposed to receive help. That’s just how the human race has always functioned.

    Caveat here: obviously, a family shouldn’t have a child expecting not to have to work to provide for it. The parents should have a plan for how they will provide for it, doing as much as they reasonably can to be self-sufficient while still prioritizing the wellness of all family members. (There’s a difference between, e.g., an already-exhausted parent taking on a second full time job and sacrificing their sleep, which is probably not an overall good choice for the health of the family, and a parent sacrificing something like hair appointments, “fun” money, vacations, streaming services, etc.: sacrifices that don’t adversely affect the family’s health.) Parents absolutely should plan on making sacrifices and working as hard as they can to feed their kid. You must not start a family with the mindset that “oh, it’s fine, I’ll just go to the food bank or get food stamps or whatever.” That would be absolutely deplorable.

    But knowing it’s there for you to use in a real pinch, if plans A and B fail — that’s totally fine and good! That’s what it’s for.

    Accepting help in a pinch is not a crime — and, as some wise commenters pointed out, is actually beneficial because it keeps the “help” system running. Food banks are there to be utilized; they only exist if people continue to use them.

    This mom did nothing wrong by using her local food bank when she needed to.

    And she’s right: parents should be okay with accepting help if they need to. That’s part of being a parent, and one of the reasons assistance programs exist. Having kids is good and important (especially nowadays, with drastically-declining birth rates). It is something that our society should encourage by offering things like food banks and government assistance for parents.

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    Argument Two: “Get a job! By going to the food bank, you’re stealing from people who have no other option! You could get a job but you’re selfishly choosing to stay home with your kids!”

    This accusation is a bold one!, but, I can tell it’s coming from a place of hurt and frustration, so I will try and be gentle here.

    “Selfishly choosing to stay home with your kids.” Let’s think about that. What is the best thing for a child? To be with its mom. You can’t argue with that.

    “But Mith, little kids need socialization” — no, they don’t. Not in the form of daycare, at least. That much is certain. Going out to play groups and such with mom, sure! But daycare is neither good nor necessary.

    Being around its mom is what a little kid needs, more than luxuries, more than toys or vacations or a big house or whatever. A mom who chooses to stay home is doing the best thing for her kid. She’s not being selfish.

    I think people mistake this decision, the decision to stay home, for selfishness, because it is appealing. It is the thing that most moms would like to do. And of course they would! That’s because it’s natural! A mom naturally wants to stay with her kids and take care of her home and husband. That’s the dream job, and the most important job in the world! As C.S. Lewis said, the homemaker’s job is the job that all other jobs exist for.

    But sadly, most moms think they “can’t” stay home. And these moms who are suffering from a misguided belief that they “have” to work, get very angry when they see another mom doing the thing they wish they could justify for themselves, but are too afraid to, too hung up on financial comfort.

    But the mom who made this post is exactly right. Barring extraordinary situations (like a husband who’s unable to work for health reasons, or a husband whose job pays minimum wage), most moms could stay home with their kids if they were willing to be financially uncomfortable.

    And the other thing is, do the people making this accusation realize how expensive daycare is? Do they realize that, for many moms, the cost of daycare would eat up the entire paycheck that they’d be bringing in if they got a job, so literally what’s the point? Net zero gain, or maybe a couple dollars, and a ton of lost time with their kids, not to mention the psychological burden of the separation on both mom and kid. (Even if you’re a mom who likes to be away from your kids, you can’t deny that it’s scary sending your kid to daycare; all these horror stories in the news about kids getting abused and neglected, or worse, at daycare. If you’re a mom and that doesn’t scare you… I dunno what to tell you. Daycare is always a risk.)

    Staying home with mom is the best thing for a little kid. Families should do everything they can to make that arrangement work. I daresay they have an obligation to try and keep mom home.

    “But what if mom actually thrives at her job, Mith? What if she has a really meaningful career, or even a divine calling of sorts?” Totally valid. Doctors, pediatricians, midwives, teachers and professors, anything, you name it — all meaningful jobs that I can understand a woman feeling called to. But I would argue: can this career really not wait five years? Is it really more important to you than your child’s early years? Can’t you at least cut your hours back? It’s important for moms to stay home with their kids, especially before age six or so.

    Which is why it’s anything but selfish for the mom in question to choose to stay home with her kids. She’s doing the best thing for her kid. Her kid needs her more than anything else. That is her duty, her obligation that takes precedence over any other.

    “But she technically could get a job! She has the option! Which means that, when she takes from a food bank, she’s stealing food from people who, through no fault of their own, cannot work!”

    Let’s be real now. I don’t have a source to back this up, but I’m willing to bet that most people who use food banks probably have, or could have, some kind of income. I don’t think it’s true that the only people who use (or should use) a food bank are those who are completely incapable of working any job. (For those people, there are disability benefits and SNAP, anyway.) If that were the case, food banks would be a lot smaller and less prevalent a thing than they are, and there would be much stricter regulations about who could use them. As we discussed above, food banks exist for anyone in a pinch.

    And let’s be realistic here: I seriously doubt that this one mom was stripping the food bank shelves bare. They don’t even let you do that — they have limits on how much each household can receive (at least, the church food pantry where I used to volunteer had such limits, and enforced them strictly). I’m sure they have enough supplies to go around. How likely is it, seriously, that some other family somewhere went hungry because this one mom took her share that day? Come on now.

    “But Mith, it’s the principle.” You know what: fair. I agree with that. If we were talking about a lazy mom with no work ethic, no plan to become more self-reliant, no goals, and no remorse, just waltzing into the food bank week after week and scooping up as much as she possibly could, then yes, that would be deplorable and shameful, and would even amount to stealing from the needy. But that is not the same as a motivated mom accepting help in a pinch here and there. Let’s stop reacting emotionally and making ridiculously extreme assumptions about people, just because we’re frustrated about our own situation.

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    And, Argument Three: “Sure, it’s fine now while he’s a baby, but what happens when that kid grows up and asks for Disney World vacations and the trendy new sneakers like all his classmates are wearing?”

    This is the dumbest and saddest of all the arguments, and one that I already addressed in the aforementioned previous post, but I’ll touch on it again since folks are bringing it up.

    Seriously? You think a person’s life is not worth living because that person couldn’t afford the trendy sneakers or the Disney World vacation? You really think a person with financial hardship is just better off not existing? That their entire life and future is automatically a waste? If you genuinely believe that, then I really dunno what to say to you, but I’ll keep you in my prayers.

    It’s a sad world where people really think the point of life is to have nice things and be comfortable.

    “But Mith, when poor people have kids, it just perpetuates the vicious cycle: the 1% filthy rich minority are in control; this world is their resort, and the rest of us are just their underpaid staff. If poor people stop breeding, the rich won’t have laborers anymore. You are in fact morally obligated to not breed, if you’re poor, for the good of the world.”

    Interesting take — I appreciate the commitment, taking the philosophy all the way to its logical conclusion. Because sure, if you really believe that life is only about getting what you want, if that’s really true, then yeah! Absolutely stop breeding and let humanity die out. In fact, let’s all go ahead and kill ourselves right now, because it’s all meaningless.

    It’s such a sad and cynical way to think. Thankfully, it’s simply wrong.

    My life, my identity, and my purpose are not defined by what my job is. So what if I am a pawn in the billionaires’ game; as long as I’m getting paid my fair wages, it frankly doesn’t matter. Because I care more about my divine Employer than any earthly one. And in God’s eyes, we all have great value. The purpose of life on earth is not to get what we want and be comfortable. It’s to get ready for eternal life. (Which, btw, we can’t do without help. We have to learn to be okay with accepting help, people.)

    But even without putting a religious spin on it, you surely can see that anyone who’s not a total nihilist can find value and meaning, joy and beauty and fulfillment, in their life even if they are “just a pawn.” If you really think that life is pointless and you’re better off never being born unless you’re ultra-rich with no day job… then once again, I’m sorry, I dunno what to say to you.

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    So to wrap this up: a woman who’s doing something good and important for society and her child by being a SAHM, accepts a bit of help in a totally legal, above-board way, in order to be able to continue doing this thing that’s good for society and her child… and people are attacking her for this? Saying she shouldn’t have had a kid at all? Seriously?! Fuck it, that’s enough internet for today. I’m done.

  • TOP 10: Instagram Accounts to Follow (Part Two)

    January 29th, 2026

    It’s been almost a year (already!?) since my last countdown of my Top 10 Favorite Instagram Accounts, so I figured it’s about time to write a new one. If you’re on that app and you don’t follow these yet, you might want to.

    As with the first list, I’m limiting this to non-religious and non-political content creators. (You may notice that some of these do occasionally share their personal political beliefs; for the record, I do not necessarily agree nor disagree with any of them. I don’t follow them for their politics.) I wanted to compile a collection that anyone can enjoy; and because, honestly, imo, social media like IG should be for lighthearted fun and/or random curiosities rather than serious philosophical conversations.

    Not that I don’t follow, and enjoy, some religious and political accounts. I do. I just also miss the days when we got our news from the local paper or radio station, and our religious instruction from our parish church or a good spiritual book, and that was that. I miss the days when the internet was just a novelty, something extra, a nifty toy to play around with. Not a necessity. A place for kicks and giggles. A place that you could drop in on, and then leave.

    Social media: we all know that it is a cesspool. What is it even good for? Anything? I’ve said it before and will say it again: the best social media accounts are the ones that make you go: “yes! This, this right here, this is why I come to the internet. Surely this is what it was invented for!”

    It’s in this spirit that I’ve compiled the following list. Without further ado,

    Honorable Mention goes to @taylorrochemusic for his now-apparently-discontinued “cranking that soulja boy in songs it doesn’t need to be cranked in” series of reels. He appears to have deleted nearly all of them from his profile?! I wish he still made these. The joke never got old!

    20. @getpovd. If you were to ask me to summarize my sense of humor, I’d just show you one of these reels, in which bro just approaches strangers on the street and, without saying a word, shows them physical, printed-out images of internet brainrot, and records their reactions. For some reason, the fact that he carries them around in physical form makes it so much funnier. Probably staged but oh well. Would place higher on this list if not for all the ads for some gambling app. (NSFW)

    19. @bathfoods. Just random unhinged images of food in bathtubs.

    18. @whatstacydid. Imagine being Stacy and getting paid to do this! She posts the most beautiful, atmospheric travel pics from the UK, guaranteed to make you want to move to the UK.

    17. @ihearcanvas. When it comes to music, I’m generally not big on covers (unless they’re truly spectacular), but I love me some remixes and mashups. And this DJ, whom I’ve discovered only recently, creates some of the best. Linked here is his mashup of “Down with the Sickness” by Disturbed x “No Limit” by G-Eazy, which is better than the sum of its parts and probably the shiniest little musical gem that I’ve ever discovered on this godforsaken app.

    16. @notreallywellness. Dude runs a random “5k a day” in the most absurd places, such as: on top of a fridge, in a bathtub, on top of his friend Noah, etc. You will not regret following.

    15. @airromusic. Another cool DJ with fire mashups, but I love this account specifically because of his “Does It Creed?” series, in which he mashes up random songs with Creed songs. And surprisingly, most of them do, indeed, Creed.

    14. @hessomid. A true hero. I’m obsessed with her “Men’s Response To…” series, in which she calls out and makes fun of the sleazy scumbags in the comment sections who say disgusting things about female celebrities. Very important, very enlightening (if only I’d seen these when I was a teenager!), also very hilarious (the way she’ll censor out the fish’s face, but not the guy’s, lol). “Nothing was being offered” — I need that on a t-shirt.

    13. @coji_n. Not even sure how this content ended up in my algorithm, but I’m here for it. Just a really good photographer in Japan. These photos are always stunning, and always a little serene pause, a breath of cool fresh air, in my feed. I do not understand the captions, but the images speak for themselves.

    12. @existentialcrisiscakes. An amazing cake decorator who tops her lovely little cakes with rather unexpected quotes and phrases.

    11. @x_emo_realtor_x. Genius-tier marketing concept!: as ’00s emo kids are attaining forever-home-buying age, this company in Portland (“rainy day real estate” lol) sure knows how to cater to their aching nostalgia. I’m almost tempted to move out there just to buy from them.

    10. @beautiful.classic.world. The name says it all: they simply post beautiful classic paintings every day, most of which I’ve never seen before, all of which make me feel uplifted and soul-level refreshed and like I’m not just wasting my time on social media.

    9. @that_girl_in_debt. My favorite “de-influencer” and favorite parenting account. As moms, social media can make us feel like we’re failing morally if we are in messy, chaotic living situations and/or financial situations. Megan here is on a mission to disprove that, and I love her for it.

    8. @northvalleygrp. My other favorite parenting account on IG. Just relatable/funny reels about having kids, all of them 10/10.

    7. @james_jelin, specifically for his reels that poke fun at diet culture, like the one linked here. We’ve all known this girl. We’ve all worked with her. We’ve all rolled our eyes at her. James’s impression of her is so flawless it’s actually aggravating, lol.

    6. @legitpat. The accuracy, the nostalgia, the delivery. The poses! The reel linked here sums up how I feel every time I post on this stupid blog.

    5. @equestrianvogue. Now this is what I call “lifestyle porn”, lol. Every post, I’m ogling it and fantasizing about living that sort of life.

    4. @suckbagsart. My other other favorite parenting account! His little comics about life with a toddler and a baby are solid gold.

    3. @there_i_ruined_it. The best musical account on the internet. He takes songs and turns them into… other songs. Every single post has me cry-laughing. (NSFW)

    2. @celina52truckstop. This is actually a real place (!?!), but, you’ll be relieved to know that their content is made up. Nonetheless, I’m very invested in their deranged little story and all its recurring characters like Nevaeh Petty and Gay Manager Jacob. Just the weirdest and most surreal humor.

    And finally, the award for Best Account on Instagram goes to:

    1. @nutterbutter. If you’re not already aware of Nutter Butter’s social media presence… I can’t describe it for you. You just have to see it. Click on it, I dare you.

  • Baking Championship Next Gen Season 1 Episode 4: Mith Reacts

    January 28th, 2026

    CAUTION: SPOILERS for this episode of BCNG!

    Puzzle piece cakes: this week, the teams were challenged to create cakes in the shape of puzzle pieces that fit together. Each team was assigned a different flavor, and each individual baker got to solo-decorate a piece of their team’s puzzle – so, for the first time, we got to see individual bakers’ talents shine.

    My Silly Little Thoughts On This Week:

    I love the idea of decorating a cake in honor of your sibling. It made me think: what would I do, if I were on this show and on a team with my sister? I hope we’d be assigned chocolate; Jovie and Lenore, who won the draw and got to assign flavors, chose the correct answer. IMO, if a cake’s not chocolate, it’s got some explaining to do: it had better be really interesting, and really special, and compensate in other areas. Chocolate covers a multitude of sins, and is a relatively hard flavor to get wrong.

    But the decorations were the interesting part this episode; I liked seeing how each teammate chose to represent their sibling. I think if it were me, and if I had the skills to decorate a cake (which I absolutely do not; realistically, the only baking competition show I might have a chance on is Nailed It!) – I’d like to represent my sister with like a lace design of some sort, maybe using a stencil and powdered sugar, because my sister’s always been really good at dressing up, crafting, sewing, decorating, needlework, that sort of thing. To top it off, I’d try to do a wildflower arrangement in a mixture of ivory- and dusty-rose-colored buttercream, fondant, and modeling chocolate: wild roses, dogwood flowers, blackberry blossoms, mountain laurels – a nod to where we grew up and her love of the outdoors and native plantings. Then I’d probably try to place a chocolate ukulele on top of these, because my sister loves music as well – she also plays guitar and piano, and likes to sing. And maybe a little stack of fondant books to set beside it, if I had time, because she’s very literary. My sister is way cooler and more accomplished than I am, and also a much better baker, so no doubt her cake half would look better than mine, if we were on a team. All the younger siblings’ halves were messier, so I guess that tracks.

    What about you, what would you do for this challenge, readers?

    My highlights of this week:

    – Maci telling us that she was gonna let Emmett choose the shape of their cake, then immediately proceeding to shoot down his suggestions, and deign to offer to consider the last one. LOL. Siblings really are alike all over. Everyone thinks we youngests have it made (and we kinda do), but in some ways we do get the short end of the stick.

    – Genesis and Akbar once again producing an incredible sponge – these two just can’t be stopped, with cake, apparently. Their flavors and textures never miss. Even though they were in the bottom two, they really stood out to me again this week; they pulled it back together and got the thing done even after one of their cakes dropped on the ground (!). And little Akbar did a really impressive job on his decorations – that golden hibiscus flower looked professional.

    – Poor Harper and Holland! Their nice, girly, should-have-been-pretty-in-pink raspberry cake turned gray?! Due to some chemical reaction? I Googled it, and apparently it’s a reaction between anthocyanins (the raspberry’s natural pigment) and the cake’s alkaline ingredients (baking powder and/or soda). Wild! Note to self, never dump fresh raspberry puree in a cake batter. I felt so bad for these sweet girls, because they were already bummed about getting stuck with raspberry – a flavor they like, but just weren’t prepared to work with. Luckily they pulled through.

    – Leila and Melody created one of my favorite cakes, visually. That little cookie pizza looked incredible, and it blended nicely into the beach scene of the other portion, matching the vibe while still standing out as its own section. I’m glad these two did well; I enjoy their chaotic banter.

    – “Corn is our good luck charm,” – Kenneth and Abigail. I just love these two so much. Also – weight lifting at fourteen?! How are all these kids such overachievers! You know what I was doing at fourteen? Doodling in notebooks, and listening to divorced dad rock, and feeling sorry for myself. The diametric opposite of these two strong, wholesome rays of sunshine. Abigail and Kenneth’s parents should write a parenting book. I would read it.

    – Jovie and Lenore also produced an incredible cake. Even though it wasn’t as technically flawless as Leia and Kiera’s, I actually liked its appearance a little better: it had so much personality, and so vividly captured the two sisters as characters.

    – Speaking of Leia and Kiera: it’s not even fair anymore lol, these two are on a completely different level. Amazing work – that wood grain around the “garden box,” and those tiny little vegetable toppers? I strongly suspect these two have a future as Food Network stars. Because she is a child, I can even forgive Leia for pronouncing it “marscapone,” even though this peeves me when adult bakers do it.

    – Bummed to see Abby and Cameron go home, though. (Where did their filling go?! It just seeped into the cake!) I’m especially going to miss seeing little Cameron – what a delightful child! He was so funny! So much positive energy and confidence. I just know he’s going to do well in whatever he does.

    Superlatives from the judges: 0 today (running total: 2)

    Kid who most deserved a hug: Melody, because she knew they needed to add more strawberry to their cake – more puree! More syrup! More powder! – but Leila straight up wouldn’t let her. Then, at the judging, Duff commented on how they needed more strawberry flavor. I see you, little sis!

    Kid who most deserved a high five: Kenneth, for being so nice to Cameron after he got eliminated. “You did insane! Keep baking!” What a gem. I already commented last week on how Abigail was similarly encouraging to a competitor, so I really think these two are just proper Good Samaritans.

    The dessert that I would most have liked to eat: Leia and Kiera’s cookies and cream cake with mascarpone marshmallow whip. Duff seemed to think the filling was “too sweet,” but so be it; this was one of the boldest and most interesting decisions this episode. Well-deserved win.

    Friends, what do we think?! If you’re watching, leave me your comments!

  • Real Names

    January 24th, 2026
    Daily writing prompt
    Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
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    As you know, dear readers, “Mith” is not actually my “real” first name — it’s not the name that I was given by my parents way back when in the fall of ’89.

    I’m not going to talk about my “real” first name. It doesn’t suit me — never has. Its vibe, its sound, its style, even its meaning (nay, especially its meaning) — nothing about it is me. And I wonder if this doesn’t have something to do with the way I’ve always felt so not at home in my own skin, so at odds with myself, so insecure about who I essentially am.

    It’s not a bad name. It’s actually very pretty, and I like it, especially because it’s a family name going back several generations on my mother’s side. However, it has a serious issue that’s been a significant problem for me my entire life. And that issue is: pronunciation.

    Where my mom’s family’s from, it’s pronounced one way; the vast majority of America pronounces it a different way; but neither of these are actually the “correct” pronunciation; but the differences between the three are subtle enough, that it remains vague and inconclusive what’s the right or wrong way to say it. The sound in question is a single syllable, a vowel sound. All the different versions are shades on a spectrum.

    (By now, I bet you can guess what the name is.)

    So, ever since I started kindergarten, I have not known how to say my own name. Which was very jarring, to a five-year-old. “Why does everybody say my name wrong?” But not wrong enough for me to correct them, because it was clearly me that they were addressing, and the difference was subtle — just wrong enough to tweak a nerve.

    To this day, if I say it the way my parents say it, people get confused and think I’m saying a different name. “Can you spell that for me?” If I say it the way most of America says it, it just feels gross and wrong; it feels like I have a whole unpeeled tangerine in my mouth; I feel like I’m lying, giving a fake name (and my discomfiture must be evident, because people still ask me to repeat myself and/or spell it out; and this is a really common name). And the “correct” pronunciation? It just feels unnatural to me, like trying to achieve a very delicate balance, like trying to speak a foreign language — I literally have to rehearse it under my breath a few times before saying it out loud.

    So at thirty-six I still hate introducing myself. I never know how to say it, just like I don’t know how to say much of anything coherent in social situations. Hello, I am a person, but which exactly I can’t really say, and I don’t know how to convey the fact of this person to you because I don’t really grasp it myself. Perhaps thus began my obsession with communication, with attempting to make my thoughts understood through writing.

    I do know, however, that whenever a stranger meets me and pronounces my name the way my parents always said it, I automatically, subconsciously warm to that person, and presume that they are Nice and Good. Which might be a sign that maybe I should just buckle down and own this as my pronunciation. This is the way I say it. People do that with all kinds of names nowadays, don’t they? “It’s spelled Jane but I pronounce it jah-NAY! Get it right!” If people can get away with random stuff like that, surely I’d be perfectly justified in insisting upon my preferred vowel sound, in a name that can legitimately be pronounced any of several ways! Maybe I should have done this all along, starting in kindergarten!

    But I’ve never had the guts. I’ve always let other people tell me, I guess. And now it’s way too late, even if I suddenly miraculously developed the guts to assert my will like that, which I haven’t yet and don’t expect I ever will.

    Which is not even that big a deal, frankly. Virtually everyone, even my number one person, my beloved husband, pronounces it the “wrong” way. And it’s not like it bothers me. I don’t even think about it ninety-nine percent of the time. It’s just a fact of life.

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    Do you like how I said “I’m not going to talk about my ‘real’ name” and then proceeded to write all of that? Sorry. That was not the post that I intended to write. No, I came here to tell the origins of my “nom de plume”/ handle / alias / whatever you want to call it: my assumed name: Mith. In case you’re curious, kind reader. Here, at last, is the post that I came here to write:

    It goes back a quarter century, to early 2001. I was eleven years old, and, like most kids do at some point, going through a “change my name” phase. Not in a serious way — as mentioned, I’ve tried, but never had the guts to tell other people what to call me — but just in a playful way, as a game with my little fifth grade friends. We all had pretend names. And mine, the name that I wanted to go by, was: you won’t believe this, but: Kim.

    “Kim?! But why? That’s so not you, Mith!” I know. I didn’t have any ideas or prejudices about the name back then; I hadn’t yet heard of the Kardashians, or Eminem’s baby mama, or any of those Hollywood associations. I just heard the name somewhere and liked it. I liked the way it sounded. I liked that it was easy to say, impossible to mispronounce. Best of all, I liked that it rhymed with “Zim,” as I was, at the time, intensely obsessed with Invader Zim (not just the show, but Zim the character; I saw him as my soul mate or something). So the name Kim was totally meant to be, for me, as I saw it.

    So that became my assumed name, for a year or so, even after the Zim obsession waned. It was the name I wished I had, the name I used in my self-insert fiction, the name I used in games with my little friends. You know how kids do.

    Then it evolved. In sixth grade, I met the girl who would become my middle school BFF, and one of the main characters of my life story. (If she ever somehow stumbles upon this blog and sees this: hey girl, hope you’re doing well.) She and I were the same flavor of weird, back then; we had the same weird sense of humor, and were two weird peas in a pod. We became very close, and developed all manner of inside jokes — one of the most enduring of which was a secret “language” in which all words ended with the suffix “-ith” or “-eth.”

    That was how, after approximately two years of being Kim, I became “Kimmith.” Which will forever be my full name in my heart.

    But, among my little friend group, Kimmith was soon abbreviated to: Mith.

    And that was what my friends called me, and what I began to call myself in my head, and it just stuck. Soon there were nicknames of the nickname: Mithius, Mithiana, and Mit were all things that I went by at some point. But Mith, that was the one that stuck. It became my online handle everywhere. When my little friends and I all got Livejournals, I thought I was being very clever indeed when I named mine “MiTHology.”

    And I guess the rest is history.

    In case you were wondering whence the “k”: I keep the “k” as a nod to the original full name. In my mind, it also stands for the name of my patron saint, Saint Kevin, whose name I was given at my Baptism in 2013. It’s like K is just my letter. It has to be there. I don’t know.

    To have weird friends who are close enough to you, who have enough ownership of your life to bestow weird nicknames upon you: that is such a beautiful thing. I don’t miss school, not at all, but I do miss having a group of friends around me. Alas! Those days are long gone — but the name will remain forever.

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    So what then even is a “real” name, then? Define real. Is it your legal name? Or the one you call yourself in your head? And which version of you is real: the one you are in the privacy of your own mind, or the one that other people see? Naming anything, especially a person, is such a complicated and daunting thing. Language being this thin barrier that we construct to mediate between our brains and the huge whirling vortex of unknowable chaos. How can we say what a thing, or a person, is?

    At 36, I still sometimes think about changing my name. Maybe even to Kim. Or something else that’s easy to say. But for now, it’s satisfying enough to have this little online space where I have a bit more control over how you perceive me — where I get to tell you who I am, on my own terms. Where I get to name myself. Why else do we write things, right? If you’ve made it this far, thanks for being here, and for listening.

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  • A Defense of “PAW Patrol”

    January 21st, 2026

    PAW Patrol: parents love to hate it. It’s the worst! It’s so ubiquitous. It’s so annoying. It’s so bad for kids’ brains. I used to feel this way, too.

    Since I’m apparently now in the business of defending TV shows that other people hate, allow me, if you will, to make my little case here for PAW Patrol.

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    My kids were never supposed to watch PAW Patrol. As a new mom, I found it revolting. I never wanted them to see it, or even know about it. Nowadays, I love it; I’m a big fan, and we watch it together on the regular.

    So what happened?

    It started with string cheese. At their grandparents’ house, my kids were given string cheese sticks that had images of PAW Patrol characters printed on the packaging. Thus, they began to learn the different characters’ names and colors. Soon they could identify them on sight when they saw them in other locations. Putting cartoon characters on food packaging really is a genius marketing move.

    My kids’ intensifying fascination with these characters from the packaging on string cheese (and diapers, and graham crackers, and kids’ shampoo, and pretty much everything else for kids), led to me at last, begrudgingly, allowing them to view clips of the show in our own home. Then, when I was in the first trimester with my fourth baby, and sick 24/7, I finally gave up the fight and just let them binge-watch full episodes on Paramount+. Just all day long: PAW Patrol!, PAW Patrol!, be there on the double!

    But I hated it. I hated the lazy animation style, the skull-piercing voices, the brainless music, the sheer idiotic absurdity of the plotlines, and above all, the way my kids were so obsessed with it. Just ask the internet: they say that PAW Patrol was basically lab-created (that’s laboratory, not Labrador retriever) to hypnotize your kids and get them addicted.

    What garbage. I resented it, but permitted it anyway because for a couple months there I was too sick to do much of anything at all, and by the time the sickness faded around week 20, my kids were hopelessly hooked.

    As time went on, I occasionally tried to banish PAW Patrol from our house, thinking it was in my kids’ best interest. I’d pack up all the plastic toy pups and their plastic vehicles, the plastic cups and plastic placemats and all the plastic merch and chuck it in a plastic trash bag and hide it in the basement because I didn’t have the heart to just throw it away entirely.

    “From now on, we will only watch wholesome shows like Little Bear and Puffin Rock,” I told myself firmly. “If I just never show them PAW Patrol again, never buy any more PAW Patrol shit and never breathe another word about it from this moment forth, they have to forget about it at some point, right? From this day on, we will be a proper old-fashioned Catholic family, cleansed of the stains of all that worldly garbage!”

    Inevitably, the merch would come back out several weeks or days later, because my kids asked for it and I am a softie.

    Recently, I got sick of this cycle, and decided to just let go ahead and let them have their beloved PAW Patrol.

    Why? What happened?

    I think the biggest factor in this decision was my realization that my oldest is about to turn six, and pretty soon, she won’t even be interested in PAW Patrol anymore. She will outgrow it, probably within a year or so. My nephew, who’s only nine months older than she is, is already over PAW Patrol, and on to more mature six-year-old things. Those days will soon be upon me. And it’s actually heartbreaking: the passage of time, how quickly your baby grows up. I’ll wake up tomorrow and none of my kids will care about PAW Patrol anymore. And I’ll look back on these days and wish for just one more minute of their precious innocence.

    Because that’s what PAW Patrol is. It’s innocent. I mean, come on: it’s a show about superhero puppies. If you actually sit down and watch it, you will see just how innocent it is. The music, the animation, the way the characters dress and talk: it’s all very childish, very clean and simple. It lacks the glossy flashiness and Hollywoodesque aspirations toward tweenhood that you see in something like Super Kitties (which I abhor, and nipped that obsession in the bud without a trace of guilt) or KPop Demon Hunters. It also lacks the purely hypnotic, mindless, brain-numbing singsong quality of something like Cocomelon. PAW Patrol is just simple, colorful, back-to-basics animation with childlike stories and dialogue. There’s nothing sinister, nothing suggestive of anything more mature, and the “jokes” are painfully simple; that’s exactly why kids age out of it around six or seven.

    And the stories in PAW Patrol are all about helping people. That’s the whole gist of the show: cooperation is fun, you can do hard things, and helping others is cool. Literally what is the issue?

    “Lab created to hijack your kids’ brains and stupefy them” – blah blah, enough with that. Sure, it’s not high quality edifying stuff, but PAW Patrol isn’t going to make good kids bad. Like most worldly pleasures, PAW Patrol can be enjoyed responsibly, in moderation. My kids are not iPad kids. They have never owned a tablet. They love reading books, drawing, playing pretend, and going outside; they’re decently well-behaved; and all of them are highly intellectually advanced for their ages. And they also happen to love PAW Patrol.

    So, I’m not convinced that all of the paranoia about PAW Patrol “ruining our kids’ minds” isn’t just a bunch of tin foil hat-type blathering. I really think people love to hate things that are popular. Back in the days when novels were a recent innovation, people thought those were brainrot and a waste of time, too. Probably thirty years from now, PAW Patrol will be considered vintage and cool and “crunchy” the way Little Bear is now. Hating PAW Patrol is just as much a trend as the show itself; change my mind. Being rational: there’s simply not sufficient reason to banish PAW Patrol entirely.

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    Admittedly though, my change of heart about PAW Patrol was not entirely rational. My decision was based, about 75, maybe 80 percent, on emotion.

    For one, there was the aforementioned realization that my sweet babies are growing up quickly, and all too soon will no longer care a whit about PAW Patrol. You ever feel homesick for a place while you’re already there?

    And for two: after a year to eighteen months or so of PAW Patrol being part of our lives, it’s gradually become, well, just that: a part of our lives. It’s weird. In the beginning, PAW Patrol felt to me like this malignant force that encroached upon my family from without. But now, for better or for worse, it has become part of us, woven into the fabric of our family life. And I like our life. The citizens of Adventure Bay have become good friends of mine, by now.

    “You’re just being a lazy mom, Mith! If you really cared about your kids’ well-being, you wouldn’t show them this filth at all, much less let it infiltrate your lives to such an extent.”

    Ah, the “lazy mom” accusation. Yes, this one gets thrown at moms on the internet all the time, whenever they have the audacity to try to make life easier. I honestly think people just hate moms and want them to suffer (and sometimes it’s moms who hate on other moms in this way, which imo just betrays a very-thinly-veiled self-loathing and a deep frustration with their own lives). As moms, we are, believe it or not, actually allowed to choose the easy way sometimes. Like most things, it’s not black and white (“giving screen time at all means you’re a failure!” “You don’t love your kids if you don’t cook them three meals a day from scratch!” etc.); it’s a matter of moderation. “Lazy” because sometimes I want my kids to sit still and be quiet so that I can give one of them a bath, or clean the house or, God forbid, sit down and drink a cup of coffee or something? Sure, why not. Call me lazy if you want. My kids are happy, healthy, intelligent, and loved; I’m solo parenting and homeschooling them (four five and under) on a tight budget, with no village around me, but, sure, go off I guess.

    Not trying to say that I have it harder than anyone else. Parenting is hard, no matter what your situation. This is not the suffering olympics. PAW Patrol makes things a bit more fun and easy at times. And as far as I can see it does no harm. So try again to explain to me why it’s so bad.

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    Finally, just for fun: being a Catholic mom and a PAW Patrol mom, I’ve taken the liberty of assigning a patron saint to each of the pups:

    Chase: St. Michael the Archangel, the Prince of the Heavenly Host and defender against demons.

    Skye: St. Joseph of Cupertino, obviously: famous for levitating during prayer.

    Rocky: St. Joseph the Worker: quiet, responsible, happy to be in the background, good with tools.

    Marshall: St. Lawrence, who was a comedian and, like Marshall, associated with fire.

    Zuma: St. Brendan the Navigator, famous for sailing across oceans and exploring the world.

    Rubble: St. Thomas Aquinas: bit of a counterintuitive choice, maybe, but Aquinas was a chunky fellow who was nicknamed “the dumb ox,” so I think he might actually identify with Rubble the most out of all the pups.

    Is PAW Patrol a good Catholic show? No, of course not. It’s very secular. In their holiday special, they even said some cheesy line like “the real meaning of Christmas is giving!” – thankfully, my five-year-old heard that and exclaimed “no, the real meaning of Christmas is the Birth of Jesus!” Which led to a good conversation about how we need to share the Gospel with those who haven’t heard it. See? It may not be a good Catholic show, per se, but it can be part of a good Catholic life.

    That’s the thing. It’s not good. It’s not bad. It’s just (if you’re a toddler parent in 2026 who doesn’t literally live under a rock) a part of life.

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    I imagine one day when I’m old and gray and an empty nester, I’ll be sitting alone in my clean, quiet living room, reminiscing, and I’ll look around at the emptiness and lack of clutter and toys, and sigh, and pick up the remote with my withered, liver-spotted hand and switch on some PAW Patrol, just for old time’s sake, and probably sing softly along with the songs, PAW Patrol!, PAW Patrol!, in my creaky lonely old-lady voice: be there on the double! And I like to think that I won’t have too many regrets.

  • Baking Championship Next Gen Season 1 Episode 3: Mith Reacts

    January 21st, 2026

    CAUTION: SPOILERS for this episode of BCNG!

    “Your marshmallows have become one with the universe.” – Duff, judging Abby and Cameron’s s’mores empanadas

    Week three: vacation desserts. The teams were assigned to bake desserts inspired by things they’ve eaten while traveling.

    This got me thinking. What would you make for this challenge?

    Like last week, I’m at a loss. I’ve traveled a fair bit (nowhere near as much as Harper and Holland though, damn! 15+ countries before they’re even twelve years old?! As I said to my husband: oh, they’re rich rich) – but as you know, I don’t really eat a lot of sweets usually. So, I don’t really have any “vacation dessert” associations in my memory banks.

    There was in fact only one trip that I took that happened to coincide with a rare, more permissive, sweet-eating phase of my life: a trip to Germany in ‘09. I was a complete fatass on that trip, and I’m actually not just making fun of myself this time; I was literally quite fat, at my highest weight ever. This was during what I now refer to as my “revenge fat” phase, which occurred in between two restrictive periods, like a very drastic pendulum swing, and was just a really horrible and depressing time in general, and is making me depressed to even think about. So, to get to the point, I consumed a lot of things in Germany… so many things.

    Nutella, for one. In ‘09, Nutella was still a rather uncommon thing in my part of the US, not yet mainstream; so seeing it everywhere in Germany was very exciting, and my fat ass inhaled a lot of it. It was in vending machines! It was on my host family’s breakfast table every morning! It was wherever I went! It was like my only friend, on that horrible Godforsaken trip! So, yeah, maybe I’d make something Nutella-themed. Some kind of Nutella-filled pie or tart. What about you?

    Anyway, back to the kids. Out of nine teams, three did Florida-inspired desserts. That tracks, considering the age range of these contestants; they’re in their peak Disney era. Then we had two France, one London, one Hawaii, one Arizona, and one Washington, D.C.

    The D.C. one came from Abigail and Kenneth. They were my favorite this episode (shh, don’t tell Food Network, I don’t want them getting sent home next week), not only because D.C. is the only one of these locations that I’ve actually been to, but also because I really sympathized when they said “we don’t travel much,” because they stay too busy on the farm. Humble, simple folk! Country mice in the big city! Love it. I kind of hope they win the whole thing now.

    Although, good luck beating Leia and Kiera. Everyone named them as their #1 fiercest competitor, and it’s plain to see why. Those passionfruit eclairs looked phenomenal! Those girls know what they’re doing, that’s for sure.

    Time to complain now! Maybe I’m being cynical here, but when Harper and Holland went up for judging, and little Holland kept talking about the “Unique” Jack – I kind of suspected that her sister and/or her parents or someone had told her to say it that way, because it would look so cute. Is it just me? Was that acting? These girls just seem too precious to be real, lol I almost get the impression that they’re acting. Well, whether it’s an act or not, they’re doing a fabulous job; they’re obviously very much in their element in front of the TV cameras.

    A bummer of an outcome this week. Both of my husband’s favorite teams were in the bottom two. I was surprised that Jovie and Lenore got such negative feedback; that galette des rois looked like it had turned out beautifully, didn’t it? I kinda feel like the judging was maybe a little too harsh on them because the judges expected more from last week’s winners?

    And then, poor little Taanvi and Kavya going home. It was fair enough – their chai-spiced macarons did basically disintegrate, unfortunately – and they handled it very gracefully, without any tears. I will miss them and their goofiness.

    Enough complaining, time for stats:

    Superlatives from the judges: 0 (running total: 2)

    Kid who most deserved a hug: Abigail: when Abby (of Abby and Cameron)’s caramel burned, and Abigail came up and was trying to be encouraging and friendly like “that happened on my mom’s brand-new stove one time!” and Abby was just like “… oh… great.” LOL I’m sure Abby was probably just really flustered in that moment, and probably trying to think of what to do next, but I felt bad for poor Abigail, getting brushed off like that.

    Kid who most deserved a high five: Genesis, just because I loved her positivity. The judges were disappointed that the jalapeño didn’t come through in their cupcake, but Genesis just seemed really steady and glowing and focused on the compliments they got on their mango sponge. Also, really bold choices: not only baking with jalapeño for the first time ever on a TV show, but also using that bright blue frosting! I just love her confidence, and she clearly knows cake.

    The dessert that I would most have liked to eat: It was going to be Abigail and Kenneth’s cherry tart, but the judges said that it was kind of lackluster and needed another element; so, guess I’ll have to go with Leia and Kiera’s passionfruit eclairs with coconut ganache. Normally I’m not big on tropical flavors, but these just looked and sounded really special, with that flaked coconut on top. I’ll be very surprised if they don’t win the 25k. On to next week. What did you think? Leave me your comments!

  • “Run Away” (2026): a Defense, & a Complaint

    January 16th, 2026

    Caution: Spoilers for the limited series “Run Away” (2026) on Netflix, which is based on the book by Harlan Coben, so this probably contains spoilers for the book too.

    The Defense

    Wait, so I just Googled and saw that apparently people are hating on this show? What, why? FFS. Redditors really are the most insufferable people. They hate everything, including each other and everyone else. Every time I decide to casually check something on Reddit, I always leave feeling like I need a shower. All of the criticisms in this discussion – “this was stupid,” “that was stupid” – I must really be incredibly stupid indeed, then, because I loved this show.

    Okay, I will admit that it did overuse the “dramatic musical sting” effect, especially in that one scene. And I will also give them this, that it did seem totally out of the blue how Simon randomly remembered his wife’s old modelling photos at the end of the show like that; that seemed to come out of the blue. Maybe the circumstances leading to his decision were explained better in the book.

    As for the Reddit remarks about gun ownership in the UK and the availability of same-day DNA test results for significantly less than 10K, I can’t comment on that, other than to say that, for me as an ignorant American, it was convincing enough. I once had a writing professor tell me that fiction writers don’t necessarily have to get everything 100% realistic and accurate – they just have to be confident and sell it. And IMO, Harlan Coben really sold it.

    One other minor complaint that my husband and I had was: why is the wife in a medically-induced coma for weeks after a shot to the shoulder, when Simon suffered pretty much the same exact injury and was out and about just a few days later? We kept wondering why she was still comatose, lol. Maybe this, too, is explained better in the book.

    And now that they mention it, I guess it was pretty silly that Paige was just in rehab the whole time. Like really? While a missing persons report was active? And while her dad was running around getting in all kinds of trouble with drug dealers and such? The wife and her sister knew all along but were keeping it a secret, even through all of this high-stakes drama, simply because Paige has asked them to because she didn’t want Dad to be disappointed? That was the whole reason? 🤔 Imagine how Ingrid will feel when she finds out her husband blew 70k on this while she was asleep. 70k! In retrospect, the rehab thing just didn’t feel like an expensive enough secret.

    However: none of these issues took away from my enjoyment of the show while I was watching it. I guess that makes me an idiot. Oh well, that’s not news to any of us around here, is it?

    I agree that glaring plot holes do ruin the effect of a story… but I guess in the case of “Run Away,” the holes were, well, not exactly “small/minor” enough, but “sold” well enough that they just didn’t bother me. They blended in. It didn’t feel lazy. It’s like how some people pay good money for ripped jeans. Sure they have holes, but it works!, they look cool!

    Like a great pair of ripped jeans, this show, as entertainment, is a 10/10 from me. It’s everything I needed it to be. The storytelling, the pacing, the characters, the twists – no complaints there. Totally engrossing. Just peak escapism.

    I’ve never read any Harlan Coben books before, but now I think I probably will. As you know if you read this blog, I am very much in awe of mystery/suspense writers. They’re like sorcerers to me. The ability to captivate a reader/viewer like that, and hold their whole attention span and their emotions in the palm of your hand — to be so wildly entertaining that you can get away with a plot hole or two: it’s a superpower. I’d love to know how they do that.

    This was, in some ways, a pretty standard crime thriller – formulaic, some even said – but there were a few things it did that kind of flipped the stereotype on its head, which particularly delighted me:

    1, When Elena’s “tech person,” the computer whiz who can hack into anywhere and find out anything online, is her little 75 year old MIL, Lou.

    2, Isaac + Ruby’s relationship. I know all the Reddit critics called it “unnecessary,” and maybe it was, but if we always boil a story down to just what’s “necessary,” what are we left with? A single Tweet? A 20-second reel? Why even read (or watch), if you only want what’s “necessary”? Come on now. Imo the love story added something of value. And the thing I really liked about it was, for once we see a very fit, conventionally-attractive man completely enamored of a heavyset woman with a sharp wit and sense of humor. And she seems to wield the power in their relationship: he wants to go public with it, she wants to keep it a secret because of work. Not to mention the way she objectifies him for fun, lol. I’m very much here for this role reversal (and their happy ending).

    3, Professor VdB actually being a good guy. It would have been so easy to include another tropey, creepy male professor. I’m kinda glad they showed that it was actually just rumors perpetuated by thirsty female students.

    Overall, 10/10 entertainment. I will say though that I had just one serious complaint about the plot. And it is more of a philosophical disagreement than a technical criticism.

    The Complaint

    When Elena finds out that her dead husband’s secret child was the product of not an affair, but of his so generously donating his sperm to a female friend who wanted to have a baby… and never telling his wife about it… and this exonerates him, in her eyes? She can now forgive him? 🤮 As I told my husband, I would actually much rather he have some passionate affair with another woman than deliberately conceive a child with another woman. Because the latter is so much more serious! Passion is fleeting and meaningless, but the human soul, joined to the body at the moment of conception, is eternal. And the fact that Joel did this knowing that Elena, his wife, couldn’t conceive a child – what a slap in the face! If I were Elena, I wouldn’t have gone and gotten myself killed because I’d be too busy trying to get a posthumous divorce, and/or drawing dicks all over Joel’s headstone with a Sharpie.

    For me as a Catholic, this whole brushing off of the seriousness of Joel’s offense as “a selfless favor for a friend,” is just a glaring symptom of our culture’s distorted views on human reproduction. Children are not commodities that you can just decide to piece together at your convenience just because you want one. (Ironic, that this gross offense is cast in such a positive light in this show, while in the same breath the show decries illegal adoptions and the selling of babies, when these two are basically the same thing.) Children are the fruit of the singular, sacred love between husband + wife, co-created by God and entrusted by Him to those parents. When people try to play God with “reproductive technology,” surrogacy, sperm donation, what have you, it distorts that design. (And all kinds of bad things happen: surrogate mothers forced to undergo abortion if the “customer” changes their mind; wrong embryos implanted in the wrong mothers; not to mention the emotional/psychological distress and confusion that comes from being cut off from your biological relations (I mean just look at the whole plot of this show!); & et cetera.) Your DNA, your lineage, isn’t just something you should give away to a buddy or sell to someone who wants to buy it. Children are not products to be bought and sold.

    In Conclusion

    But, to step off my little soapbox, that’s the only thing that pissed me off about the show. Everything else is excusable, even Elena stupidly hopping in that car with Dee Dee, which was out of character for her. Super entertaining show, tight twists and turns, suspenseful as heck, even some bonus beautiful British scenery thrown in; don’t listen to those bitter Redditors who never like anything anyway.

    I especially loved the slightly ambiguous ending. A lingering question is such a juicy cherry on top of a story, for me. Will he tell Ingrid the truth about Aaron, or will he not? IMO, he absolutely should not. Because what good would that accomplish? Why burden her with that knowledge? He better take that secret to the grave. But if you disagree, my inbox is always open, feel free to make your case.

  • Baking Championship Next Gen Season 1 Episode 2: Mith Reacts

    January 15th, 2026

    CAUTION: SPOILERS for this episode of BCNG!

    Posting this a day late, sorry! Can you believe I completely forgot that this show was on last night? It’s hard to believe, but I simply forgot about Baking Championship because (a) as mentioned, I’m just not quite as excited about Next Gen as I usually am about baking shows, and (b) my husband and I were super immersed in the finale of a different show (more on that forthcoming).

    So, last week was the “tryouts,” and now the real competition begins. It was nice to see the set looking all bright and bold and exciting again. Last week it definitely looked kind of, well, not there yet, and I was feeling mildly disappointed; but now, at last, it looks like the Baking Championship set that we know and love.

    Family favorite desserts, decorated to give a nod to family traditions. What would yours be? This is sad, and embarrassing to admit as a SAHM, but: my family doesn’t really have any such desserts.

    My parents – neither of them have a lot of cozy childhood memories, whether of food or just in general, I think. There was a lot of sadness in their home lives. And, being boomers, both of them have always been deeply entrenched in diet culture. So, ours wasn’t exactly a “grandma’s chocolate chip cookies”-type household.

    The only sweet treat that I remember being made semi-regularly in my childhood home was my mom’s chocolate fudge, which I’ve written about on here before. I’ve tried to make this fudge myself exactly one time, as an adult, and it failed epically. So I don’t feel I’ve earned the right to say that I’d re-create that on TV.

    My husband didn’t inherit any special recipes, either. His mother, who’s an artist and decorator, prefers other hobbies over being in the kitchen, and his father, according to the stories I’ve heard, just slapped together all kinds of manly dishes like pork chops, meat loaf, mushrooms, and sauerkraut, but didn’t make desserts. So, my husband and I, we just don’t come from those kinds of families.

    Which feels lame, because I feel like I ought to be that kind of mom, and I’m failing if I’m not.

    Now that I have my own kids, I do bake with them occasionally. I’m trying to make it happen. I would really like to have some Traditional Family Recipes that my kids will remember with nostalgia one day… but, for us, it’s just not like that. Not yet, at least.

    In our house, baking is always kind of… an experiment. It’s not like we bake tried-and-true recipes because we want the resulting product. It’s more like a time filler – “let’s try this for fun” – or a specific, targeted seasonal/educational activity, like when we made apple pastry “roses” on St. Thérèse’s feast day, or gingerbread cookies at Christmas.

    As much as I love to watch baking shows, in my own daily life I kinda struggle with the idea of baking, tbh; it just doesn’t seem practical. All that money spent on ingredients, all that precious time spent, all that mess made in the kitchen, just for an end result that, if it even gets eaten, won’t provide us with much nutritional value. I know it’s not a great way to think, but as someone with creative Te in socionics, I have a really hard time doing stuff that doesn’t have a greater purpose or serve some function. “So what” is a question I’m always wrestling with. It can be kind of demotivating.

    Probably the only actual dessert that I “bake” semi-regularly nowadays is a summer berry icebox cake that I make every year around the Fourth of July. I love it because I’m a terrible baker, and an icebox cake doesn’t actually require any baking, hahaha. So, maybe I’d recreate something like that, for a “family recipe”-themed challenge, if I were a contestant on this show: blueberries and strawberries with white chocolate and vanilla layers. Maybe I’d decorate it with some Catholic theme, like arranging the berries in the shape of rosary beads (kind of like the edible rosaries that I make with the kids every year on the feast of Our Lady of the Rosary, out of stuff like Cheerios and M&Ms). Curious to know what you all would make for this challenge!

    Anyway, enough about me. This week, halfway through the challenge, Kardea invited the kids to join her in a short “dance break,” and whoever had the best moves ended up winning five extra minutes for their bake time. This would have been unbearably cringey if it were adults, and I kinda take issue with rewarding the bakers for something entirely not baking related… but with kids, it was pretty funny. Cameron from Philly ended up winning – “I locked in,” he said proudly afterwards, which made me giggle like a maniac. But Abby and Cameron didn’t really end up needing the extra five minutes for their chocolate chip blondies, so Cameron passed the prize on to Leila and Melody, who were struggling to finish their chocolate-raspberry-pistachio cake in time. How gracious! What a little gentleman. And it really helped Leila and Melody, because they spent that extra five minutes making that pink cake look gorgeous. With those raspberries perched pertly on top of the little buttercream swirls. Well done, girls.

    It’s funny: I’m not as into this show as I am the adult versions, but my husband actually seems to like it better. He likes that there’s no angst and melodrama, lol. (Imagine that!) And he’s really rooting for Taanvi and Kavya, the goofballs. (Kavya especially reminds him of our younger daughter, our goblin, who’s always bouncing around and asking random questions like that: “what happens if the cameraman needs to go to the bathroom?”) When they were in the bottom two, my husband literally had to hide his face behind a pillow until it was over, so full of dread was he at the thought of them going home. Thankfully, they made it through to next week.

    Although, I feel bad for Olivia and Norah. I was pretty sure it was going to be them going home, I mean, come on. Two and a half hours and all they produced was a mediocre cookie. (What a shame – chocolate cherry thumbprint does sound phenomenal, and the presentation was about as fancy as could be for a simple cookie!) But, the fact that they were the only ones who refused to dance in the dance break – lol, I related to that so hard. That definitely would have been me.

    Also of note this week:

    – Genesis and Akbar. After struggling through the challenge and barely finishing with some rather sloppy decorations, their German chocolate cake ended up being one of the best-tasting on the set. These two seem to really know their stuff!

    – Leia and Kiera obviously brought their A game again, with that stunning little Meyer lemon cake that looked like two adults made it. I think they might actually be adult professional bakers in clever disguises.

    – Taanvi and Kavya did peaches again. Second consecutive peach dessert. Do you think this will become a thing, for them?

    – Little Harper and Holland with the berry-flavored whipped cream was a peak baking show moment.

    – And, can we talk about Abigail and Kenneth? How much butter did he put into their cake? He didn’t know! “What do you mean, you don’t know?!” LMAO, do you think they’re like that at home? Their little tractor design on their cake was so cute though, and no one commented on this particular detail but I loved the black and yellow sprinkles around the bottom border. Very original. What a team, what a delight: Kenneth the little ray of sunshine with a lisp, and tough, take-no-nonsense farm girl Abigail. I love these two, and would happily watch a reality show about their life on the farm.

    Which brings us to nine teams remaining. Next week, I’ll try to be on time. Let’s go:

    Superlatives from the judges: 1, Duff telling Harper & Holland that that was the “best looking kladkakka he’d ever seen” (running total: 2)

    Kid who most deserved a hug: Genesis, after accidentally baking her chocolate cakes with no dry ingredients! The way those things bubbled and gurgled in the oven like they’d come to life, lol. For real though, I’ve done this before, and it’s devastating.

    Kid who most deserved a high five: Cameron, for passing on his “Five Extra Minutes” to Leila and Melody.

    The dessert that I would most have liked to eat: Definitely Jovie & Lenore’s Cherry Cream Cheese Pie. I might be misusing the modern slang here, because I’m at that age now, but I’m pretty sure today’s youth would say that Jovie and Lenore “ate and left no crumbs.” Gooey cherries, nice thick cream cheese filling layer, and graham cracker crust. With the little guitar on top! This one spoke to my heart. I might just try to copycat this at home — next time I find a good-enough reason to go to all the trouble of baking something.

  • On Unaliving: Another Unpopular Opinion

    January 10th, 2026
    Daily writing prompt
    If you could un-invent something, what would it be?
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    Here we go! I just know I’m going to get a lot of flak for this one. (If anyone actually reads this post, that is, which I highly doubt anyone actually will; it’s majorly annoying to me when I post an answer to a Prompt and get a ton of “spam likes” on it from people who don’t even read the post but just want to draw attention to their own blog and get me to subscribe to it. If that’s you, please just don’t even bother clicking “like.” I’m not going to follow spammers.)

    Especially as a Catholic blogger, I expect my answer to this question won’t win me any fans or friends. My fellow Catholics are surely not going to agree with this. The thing is, I’m a traditionalist (some might even say a radical one), and as such, when it comes to American politics, I lean conservative, definitely more to the right than the left. But on this one particular issue, I don’t really line up with other right-wingers.

    But I’m going to post it anyway, because it’s something I’ve felt strongly about for a long time — indeed, I’ve been saying for years and years that I wish I could go back in time and un-invent this thing, that I think it would do a lot of good in the world if this thing were simply erased from existence. And what is even the point of this stupid little blog if I can’t use it to voice my weird and unpopular opinions?

    I don’t usually like to get political here, but for me, this one’s more of a common sense issue than a political one. The thing that I’d like to uninvent is (and hear me out): firearms.

    In this post, I will briefly explain why I would un-invent guns, and then I will address some potential objections that I foresee readers having to my argument. Finally, I will get to how this relates to the more immediate and real-world issue of gun control in the US.

    Why guns?: Because, they do more harm than good. They make it too easy to kill humans. It should not be that easy to kill someone. That’s it. It’s really that simple.

    Now, I’m fully aware that guns are not the real problem, when we’re talking about the gun violence epidemic. “The real problem is mental health,” some people say, and that is kinda true — but IMO the real reason people’s mental health is so poor is that we’re living in a Godless society. “We have a mental illness epidemic” is just secularese for “we need Jesus.” (Not that mental health issues aren’t real — of course they are, and devout Christians can suffer from them even while practicing their faith sincerely — it’s just that our society is handling things, including mental health, very poorly because our society is so secular, and many mental health conditions have reached epidemic status because of this Godlessness.) If I may be so bold as to diagnose grave societal ills while sitting in a recliner and nursing my baby, the real problem here IMO is not guns, not mental health, but, frankly, lack of a healthy fear of God.

    And the solution, i.e. the conversion of society and the subjection of American culture to Christ the King, is a very slow, very gradual work in progress. In the meantime, we need to do something to stop the bloodshed — to reduce the harm done while this mental/spiritual healing takes place.

    Think of it this way. Let’s say that a violent criminal breaks into your home and has your spouse and children at gunpoint. Magically, time suddenly pauses, and you are presented with two options for how things will proceed: option A, when time un-freezes, a psychiatrist and therapist and/or priest will appear to have a talk with this criminal and try to calm him down and work on his mental/spiritual health, which are of course the real problem here after all. Or, option B, when time un-freezes, his gun will magically disappear.

    Tell me, who in their right mind would not choose option B? We must neutralize the threat before we can work on the problem.

    This is the situation that our country is in. True, guns are not the problem, but we still need to get rid of them, to minimize damage while we address the real problem, which will take time.

    “But Mith, what about self defense? Protecting our loved ones and our property?“: If no one had a gun to threaten you with, you wouldn’t have to have a gun to defend yourself, would you? Okay, so maybe someone’s threatening you with an edged weapon of some sort; you’d probably have one too. In a world with no guns, maybe folks would just fight each other with blades or clubs or their bare hands or some such, like cavemen. In this world, you’d necessarily have some other tool or skill to fight back with.

    Because it goes without saying that doing away with guns would not do away with crime or violence. It’s true that “guns don’t kill people, people kill people” — but it’s also true that guns make it way too easy to kill people. At least if we were using blades, clubs, or our bare hands, there’d need to be some kind of physical exertion, some kind of athleticism — you’d have to earn it. And yes, I’m aware that shooting well is a skill and an art. But that doesn’t change the fact that it removes the killer from the victim in an unnatural way — it reduces killing to, essentially, the push of a button. It shouldn’t be like that. If you’re going to kill someone, to take a human life, you should have the skill, the strength, the prowess, and the sheer guts to do it in a manner that honors the seriousness of that purpose.

    If you wanted to defend your property, you could do so with other methods. Like a moat, or archery, or martial arts, or, I dunno, a freaking trebuchet or something. I’m no weapons expert. I’m just saying, we should bring back the medieval style. People still managed to kill each other, and defend themselves, back then, and they did so in much more respectable, authentically human ways.

    “But guns allow me to defend myself from a safe distance.” Try archery? Or, to get real medieval with it, axe-throwing?

    “But those are hard to do.” Well, painting a picture or writing a book is harder than churning out some AI-generated slop, but it’s still better to do things the human way. It takes more effort to grow and cook your own food than it does to order fast food, but the former is better for you than the latter. It takes more effort and self-denial to meet someome, marry them, put their needs before your own, and accept responsibility than it does to just sit and watch porn on the internet, but it is still better to do things the human way. Most things that are better and more human require effort, require work. That’s just part of being human (Genesis 3:17).

    “But what about hunting? Like for food?” Ethics of hunting and eating animals aside (another issue on which I don’t quite line up with other Catholics and Conservatives): the Native Ameicans did alright with bows and arrows and traps, didn’t they?

    “Firearms have made warfare much more efficient. It’s easier now to take down bad guys.” Sure, but if the bad guys didn’t have guns either, because guns simply didn’t exist, then it wouldn’t be as easy for them to take us down, either. And honestly, should something like war/killing others be “efficient”? The only time when I think it might be appropriate to speak of “efficient” killing is when it comes to executing criminals, in which situation we have things like lethal injections. (However, even then I’m not sure if there’s really a need for an “efficient” means of execution, because if someone’s committed a crime that merits the death penalty, then they probably deserve to suffer; I kind of believe that the families of the victims ought to be given the privilege of deciding how to dispose of the criminal, in such cases, but that’s just my opinion, and probably veering into questionable territory, ethically.) Or like if the zombie apocalypse happens and you need to take out some zombies. Use a crossbow, I guess, like Daryl Dixon, lol? Is the probability of a zombie apocalypse or like a hostile alien invasion really realistically high enough to justify the risks of civilians owning assault rifles? I think not, but please, try and prove me wrong if you want.

    “But guns are cool.” I know some people out there just really like guns. I get it. I can see the appeal. And I acknowledge that firearms are a complex category of tools with a long and fascinating history (well, fascinating for some, I guess). But at the same time, I think we should ask ourselves if this is really a healthy obsession to have. Why do we like guns so much? Why does the thought of killing, or of being able to kill, get us so excited? Is it actually good, to indulge that thirst for power over our fellow man? As someone with plenty of unhealthy habits and questionable tastes in things (completely aware that I’m a pot calling a kettle black here): I really think a passion for guns is morally questionable and probably not a great one to indulge.

    “Okay, sure, but there’s no way to undo the invention of firearms. They exist in the world, so at this point the best thing to do is teach responsible gun ownership, not to try and take guns away, which would just leave citizens vulnerable.“

    This brings me to my conclusion. Yes, I’m obviously aware that it’s unrealistic to want to do away with guns entirely. We’ll sadly never be a pre-firearm world again. In these circumstances, I do think civilians should be allowed to own guns for self-defense and/or hunting… within reason. I think there need to be way more restrictions than there currently are. For one, no civilian needs an assault rifle for any reason. You’re not going to change my mind on that. We need a lot more restrictions than we have. Although, of course, in order to have sane restrictions, we’d have to have sane, trustworthy people in power, which is probably not a realistic thing to hope for, given that all Ameican politics are basically money-motivated. So I’m aware that it’s a complicated issue, and I’m don’t know enough to prescribe exactly what kind of restrictions we need or how to implement them. But I do know that more needs to be done.

    It goes without saying that we need better gun control in the US. Look at Japan. Some of the most rigorous restrictions on gun ownership in the world, and one of the lowest rates of gun violence (source, source). It’s honestly bizarre to me how anyone can say that America doesn’t urgently need to restrict gun ownership. Don’t even get me started on school shootings. If those killers’ parents simply had not had guns in their homes, none of those murders would have even happened. Or at least, not nearly as many.

    Doesn’t it go without saying? I just can’t understand people who come up with all kinds of convoluted philosophical defenses for why it’s okay to not take guns away, when our children are actively getting murdered on the regular. And yes, as a conservative I think government’s control of our everyday lives should be limited — limited, but not zero. We do need government. Human societies do need some restrictions in order to ensure our safety. I genuinely do not see how it’s not obvious.

    If you have a very strong pro-gun argument though, my inbox is always open. In fact, many intelligent people that I know and respect are, mystifyingly, pro-gun, so, I’m honestly curious and even open to having my mind changed; I’d love to understand the logic here, to know how people justify their position, especially as Catholics. It’s just that, as of yet, nothing I’ve read or heard has presented a strong enough argument to make me reconsider. “Unalienable” this and “constitutional” that, yeah yeah, that means nothing to me in light of an event like Sandy Hook, and I challenge anyone to change my mind.

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