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  • Spring Baking Championship season 11 episode 7: Mith Reacts

    April 23rd, 2025

    Spoilers ahead for this episode of SBC, as well as small spoilers for GBBO series 13!

    Episode seven had some really tough challenges. A swiss roll cake with an imprime design, followed by a macaron cake using a garden-fresh flavor, with a surprise Fresno chili twist? Yikes, I did not envy the bakers this episode! Well, except Corey. The pressure was almost completely off, for him, since he had that immunity card that expired today and it would have been dumb not to use it just in case.

    While the challenges were really entertaining and exciting to watch, I admit that I was not super excited about the featured flavors this episode. Citrus in the Preheat: meh, not my thing; followed by garden vegetables and hot peppers in the Main Heat: weird! Not for me. It certainly tested the competitors’ limits, though! Some of these treats were gorgeous. I had a lot of feelings about the bottom two and the elimination.

    We’re down to so few contestants now that, for this post, I figured I’d just go through and give my thoughts on each baker’s dessert in each challenge!

    Preheat: Magical Forest Roll Cake with Imprime. I know I said the whole “little shop of magic” is cheesy an obnoxious, but I actually loved the enchanted forest theme this episode.

    Raveena: Tangerine-Vanilla “Troll” cake. Really clever, and her decoration looked phenomenal, but unfortunately the cake got kind of smushed – “like a troll sat on it.”

    Priya: Pink Grapefruit “Unicorn” cake. What a great combination of flavor and creature! Her design was impeccable, but apparently the grapefruit flavor got lost among the other adventurous flavors that she used (lavender, black pepper, and coconut, which honestly sounds awesome).

    Lisa: Key Lime-Coconut “Fairy” cake. I’m so glad that Lisa got “fairy” for her magical critter! A match made in heaven. She absolutely nailed this whole challenge. It was really sweet how she dedicated it to her little daughter, too. 100% deserved the win this challenge.

    Kari: Kumquat-Vanilla “Leprechaun” cake. I wish this had worked out. She has experience with kumquat, so she easily could have nailed this; but, it seemed like she overmixed her batter, and the whole “roll” element of the roll cake just didn’t really happen. Plus, her marmalade filling needed a cream to go with it. I was so disappointed for her.

    Corey: Meyer Lemon “Tree Spirit” cake. That lemon ricotta cream sounds delicious! And the design was gorgeous. Corey always demonstrates a real artistic flair in his desserts.

    Mary-Frances: Cara Cara Orange “Gnome” cake. She actually chose to use matcha for her cake, and filled it with a cara cara curd. And apparently she did really well! I guess I stand corrected about matcha a few episodes ago, lol.

    Paul: Blood Orange “Mushroom” cake. This sounded delicious, with that cream cheese filling and gelee combination, but, I agree with the judges that he really didn’t meet the brief. I felt bad for Paul; I wonder if, with English being his second language, it’s harder for him to process verbal instructions under pressure. He forgot to do the imprime – devastating. The end result looked pretty amazing, though.

    Main Heat: Tiered Garden-Fresh Macaron Cake with Fresno Chili Twist. Corey said, “when I hear macaron, I hear ‘danger,’” lol, and he’s not wrong. Personally, I’d never even attempt to make these fussy little sandwich cookies at home. Also, ugh, the chili twist totally ruined this. I love and hate the “twists” on this show. They sure add an element of excitement, but, they also totally ruin the beautiful flavor combinations that the bakers have already come up with!

    Priya – Ginger: Ginger-Pear Chai Macaron Cake. “It looked like you were driving somewhere with it in a car and went around a sharp turn!” Ouch. It was definitely listing, though. The judges also said they couldn’t taste all the flavors.

    Corey – Fennel: Pistachio Macaron with Grapefruit and Candied Fennel Jam. Adventurous, as usual, which I appreciate, but honestly this flavor combo does not personally appeal to me, and aesthetically it looked like kind of a mess, didn’t it? Luckily he was immune this week, so it’s whatever!

    Kari – Rhubarb: Rhubarb-Blackberry Macaron Cake. Her design looked so beautiful! Those blackberries looked luscious! I so wanted this to be a success. But sadly, it seems she overmixed her batter yet again this challenge – not once, but twice – and her macarons didn’t have the required “foot.” She really had an off day. I was crushed that she went home, but, it was a fair decision.

    Raveena – Tomato: Tomato and Fig Macaron Cake with Fig Cheesecake Filling. Wow, this was immaculate! Who would have thought that tomato could make a delicious dessert?! Apparently it tasted like a dessert version of a caprese salad, with the basil and cheese, which sounds absolutely genius! But, it was way too spicy, because Raveena apparently loves spice and went a little overboard with the fresno chili! So, I don’t think I’d like to try it after all, lol.

    Lisa – Zucchini: Caramelized Zucchini and Chocolate Chip Cheesecake Macaron. This sounded like one of the best flavor combinations! I mean, zucchini doesn’t have much of a flavor at all, just a nice texture, which is really delicious in baked goods, so, this was basically a chocolate chip cheesecake themed dessert (until they made her add the stupid chili pepper, ugh – Lisa herself said she’s “a baby when it comes to spice,” which I completely am, too, so I was really seeing eye to eye with her on this recipe). But, I guess the execution wasn’t up to her usual standard. I could not believe she ended up in the bottom two! I’ve been saying it since day one: I really think she’s going to win the whole thing. I guess all the other Main Heat desserts this week were so good that she unfortunately was among the last in a really good bunch.

    Mary-Frances – Corn: Maja Blanca Macaron Cake with coconut, corn mousseline, and white chocolate ganache. This sounded and looked phenomenal! I’m a typical American, I love sweet corn treats. One of my own Southern family’s favorite recipes is corn pudding, a sweet-savory, fluffy baked side dish casserole that we always serve at holidays. It’s a very nostalgic flavor. I feel similarly about cornbread as a side dish. So, when I see corn-flavored sweets on these shows, I’m always here for it. Duff said that “the chili got lost” in the white chocolate ganache – which, frankly, good!! Mary-Frances really pulled it out of the bag with the maja blanca flavor! That was genius! I guess this is a traditional dessert from her culture? By the way, do you remember Syabira from GBBO 2022? She was Malaysian, not Filipina, but she also baked an amazing sounding corn cake in one of the later episodes! This reminded me a little of that.

    Paul – Avocado: Green Macaron with Sweet Guacamole Pastry Cream Filling. He really made this work! The judges said that the avocado came through in every way. I was so proud of Paul!

    My high point: Mary-Frances finally getting a win! She hasn’t gotten one yet, but today she played to her strengths and absolutely deserved that win.

    My low point: I had a few. That stupid Fresno chili twist. Poor Kari going home; she had a bad day, which can happen to the best of them. Also, Lisa kept saying “macaroon” instead of “macaron,” ugh, my ears! It’s like nails on a chalkboard. A macaroon is a completely different cookie from a macaron! Come on now, Lisa, you’re like the best baker on this show, I know you know better, lol.

    The dessert that I would most have liked to eat: Obviously Mary-Frances’s maja blanca macaron cake! Coconut, corn, and white chocolate sounds delectable; sheer brilliance.

    My official prediction for who will go home next: Sadly, I’m guessing the order of elimination from here on out will be: Paul (they just keep picking on him! He’s so good, perhaps too good for this show, but, the judges seem to come down really hard on him every episode), Corey (like Julian, he seems slightly over-ambitious at times, and I worry that might come back to bite him like in the Main Heat today); Mary-Frances (unless she keeps on surprising us like she did today – who knows!); and the final three will be: Priya, Raveena, and Lisa, with Lisa being the winner.

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  • Spring Baking Championship season 11 episode 6: Mith Reacts

    April 16th, 2025

    Obviously, SPOILERS AHEAD for this episode of SBC!

    It’s really getting real! We’re in the thick of it now. When they start sending home the people that you thought were really, really good, that’s when it starts to feel intense.

    But before we get to the intense stuff, I wanted to touch briefly on one thing that I always find kind of annoying and delightful at the same time. It’s that stupid little intro portion, before Jesse walks out, where they have all the contestants stand there and wait and make little comments about this and that. It’s just so freaking cheesy and staged! When I first started watching this show, I always cringed and rolled my eyes, like: come on, don’t make them do this. But, the more I watch it, the more I’ve come to embrace this stupid moment as part of the ritual. Kind of like those unbearably cheesy, un-funny skits that the hosts of GBBO perform at the beginning of each episode. Those are so bad that it actually goes full circle and becomes funny again. That’s kind of how I feel about the Baking Championship intro scene.

    Speaking of cheesy. I really don’t care for the little themes they choose for each season. “Little shop of spring magic?” Ugh, please. It’s so corny. But, I get that they have to do it, and that it adds a little something to each season. At least Jesse really manages to sell it.

    But, on a positive note, I thought the stylists did an exceptional job dressing Nancy this episode. Sometimes her styles are wacky but this week’s was really elegant. The color of her top really matched her eye color and brought out her eyes, which, I’ve never noticed before, seem to be a really pretty and different shade of greenish brown. I absolutely love brown eyes, especially the unique, lighter shades of brown; everyone in my family has blue or green eyes, so brown eyes are so fascinating and enchanting to me!

    On to the actual bakes! The challenges were both excellent again this episode. As a scented candle addict, I definitely cheered when they announced the Preheat. And, I always really enjoy the team format that they did in the Main Heat this week. And who knew that there was such an “age-old feud” between lemon meringue pie and carrot cake? Not I, lol. What did you all think of the Main Heat?

    Despite the judge’s decision, I think the star of this week was Kari. “This is my episode to win,” she said, right before winning the Preheat with that stunning little clementine olive oil cake. With her prize of the “Gift to Assign Desserts,” she got to choose the teams for the Main Heat, and decide whom she was going up against. Although, this ended up kind of biting her in the butt, sadly. I had high hopes.

    On that note, Mary-Frances was another one of the most interesting ones to watch this week! Mary-Frances vs. the lemon has been kind of a saga this season so far. Her wild strawberry religieuse in the Preheat should have been incredible, but once again she went overboard on the tartness. Then, Kari chose her as her opponent in the Main Heat – which, basically, is like saying “I think you’ll be the easiest one to defeat,” haha, and Mary-Frances pretty much confirmed that herself, saying that she feels like one of the weaker competitors, while Kari is one of the stronger. But then, in the Main Heat, Mary-Frances was assigned lemon meringue opera cake – and she nailed it! She seemed totally aware that she had nailed it, too. When Nancy praised her flavors, she looked completely unsurprised. I feel like she was out for blood in this challenge, lol.

    Also this week: Paul. I thought he really shone in both challenges. What an inspired little dessert that was that he made in the Preheat – the “berry patch” financier! Forest berries is such a beautiful European flavor, and the way he combined it with a juniper caramel “votive” was so clever. It looked immaculate. I would have loved to taste that. And then, in the Main Heat, Kari did really well choosing him for her team ans assigning him the quintessentially French Paris-Brest. Wise move, Kari. This might have been one of Paul’s best desserts yet! He really went above and beyond, with that little extra surprise in the filling. And I love how he decorated it; it was so tasteful, how those simple little pink and yellow flowers made that carrot orange color look so springy. The judges said it really tasted of carrot. That’s another one that I would have liked to try.

    Corey didn’t do as well as I’d hoped this episode. He’s pretty much the reigning champion, at this point: as Jesse pointed out, going into this week Corey was the only one who had three victories under his belt. But then, in the Preheat, his pineapple basil mojito trifle didn’t have quite enough sugar, and in the Main Heat, his lemon meringue tiramisu was too sour. Nancy’s face! I couldn’t tell if she was going to yell at him, or do symphony fingers. Sadly, it was the former. But then, he ended up winning anyway.

    Which brings me to one of the most interesting moments of this episode: the battle of the tiramisus, Priya vs. Corey, in the Main Heat. Priya’s carrot cake tiramisu tasted better, but Corey’s better fit the bill for a tiramisu. The judges were faced with a dilemma: what should win, the better dessert, or the one that met the challenge? I was caught in a philosophical conundrum right there with them! Such suspense! In the end, I think they made the right call, in this situation. The contestants have to do what they’re assigned, or the judging won’t be fair. But, would this be true even if Priya’s had been the most delicious thing they’d ever tasted, but was totally not a tiramisu, structurally, and Corey’s had been a dumpster fire, flavor-wise? Like, if Corey had straight up replaced the sugar with salt, or had done some wacky flavor combination like anchovy and licorice, and it was just vile, but still fit the bill, technically, for a tiramisu – would he still have deserved to win? I’m conflicted. What do you all think?

    Sadly, Julian didn’t live up to his usual standard this episode. He’s been so impressive to watch, with his big ideas and cool sugar work, but this week I’m afraid the judges made the right call sending him home. I’m so disappointed. As soon as he said in the Preheat that he didn’t see a need to decorate his pear and champagne upside down cake at all, I knew he was going to get dinged. And then, in the Main Heat, watching him scrape out that underbaked pate a choux just made me groan (and it was still underbaked, even after all that). Poor Julian! He had a bad week, but he is an awesome baker.

    High point: Paul finally getting the unqualified praise that he deserved in the Main Heat! He killed it.

    Low point: Kari’s bad luck. First when she melted her plastic container with the hot thyme oil in the Preheat (“cheese and rice!!” lol), then when she was bested by Mary-Frances in the Main Heat, by a nose.

    The dessert that I would most have liked to eat: It would have been Raveena’s cherry-almond mini cakes in the preheat – I love cherry almond, that’s one of the best flavor combos out there – but, she made them all boozy with the amaretto, so, hard pass from me. Got to go with Kari’s carrot opera cake. I know the judges said that it tasted more coconutty than carroty, but honestly that kinda sounds like a good thing to me?? Plus, it looked phenomenal: both rustic and elegant, with those little candied carrot curls on top: truly, a carrot cake morphed into an opera cake! I’m cheering for you, Kari.

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  • Spring Baking Championship season 11 episode 5: Mith Reacts

    April 9th, 2025

    SPOILERS AHEAD for this episode of Spring Baking Championship, as well as season eight of the same show!

    First of all, I haven’t done this yet this season: let’s just take a moment to appreciate Jesse Palmer. Not that he was any more outstanding than usual this episode – he’s always outstanding – this week it just struck me, yet again, what a gift he has for hosting TV. He’s so gracious and charming: great at being cheesy and playfully-teasing, but equally great at being sincere and heartfelt. He shares just enough about himself, at just the right moments, to be interesting and relevant, but never overshares about his own life – he lets the spotlight shine on the contestants. (For example, I had no idea he got married and became a dad in the last few years! Congrats to him!) This week, when they did that little “magic fountain of youth” stunt in the intro where Jesse was replaced by a little boy dressed in the same clothes, I got curious about whether that might actually be his kid or something (it’s not), so I Googled him. Did you know his dad was a professional athlete and his mom was a model and founder of a major modeling agency? And his brothers are also celebrities? Apparently, all through school (which, btw, apparently he went to a Catholic high school, named for the great St. Pius X), he received all kinds of awards and accolades for his talent and character. Wow, what a family of beautiful over-achievers! He seems to be a prime example of what my husband and I call a “G.P.,” i.e. a Good Person with capital G and P. You know the kind of person I mean? A special specimen, a type who just radiates positivity and warmth and wholesomeness, always does the right thing, gets along with everyone, even the awkward weirdos, and makes you feel better just by being around. They are humble, go out of their way to help, and always make you feel like you’re their special best friend, the most interesting person in the world. I’ve only known maybe six such people IRL in my thirty-five years. I just adore Jesse as a host. I hope they keep him on forever.

    Anyway, back to this week’s episode. I loved the Preheat challenge. I always like it when they ask the contestants to create a dessert that’s somehow personal to them or tells a story about their life, so, “elevated versions of favorite childhood desserts” was really fun to watch. Most noteworthy for me in this challenge was Paul’s apple tart. Not only because it looked spectacular, like a rose medallion all made of gold, but because it reminded me so much of Romy from a few seasons ago, whose final dessert on this show was also a nostalgic French apple tart from his childhood! And what an epic moment for the show that was! Romy really poured his heart and soul into that beautiful tart, getting emotional for the first time on the whole show, and it looked like a masterpiece; but the judges gave it just a so-so critique, which I thought was wildly unfair, and then because of that Romy had to enter that silly sprinkles face-off, which, yikes, we all know how that ended up. (If it helps to know, I follow him on IG, and he appears to be thriving these days – he finally opened his dream vegan patisserie in LA, and it looks awesome!) So, for me, there was a lot riding on Paul’s apple tart. I really wanted it to get glowing reviews. But Nancy said that the apples were slightly undercooked – which, correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t they say the same thing to Romy?! Could it be that the French just prefer a bit more bite to their apples than we Americans, who are so proud of our goopy, slimy, mushy-sweet apple pies? As I’ve said before, I really think the judges come down too hard on these French chefs. I also felt bad for Paul in the Main Heat. Cakes are not a French thing. True, I guess it would have been wise for him to practice his cake skills before appearing on this show, as surely he knew he’d be expected to produce a few of them. But, a top-forward cake – that’s a big ask for someone for whom even regular cakes are not a part of his repertoire.

    Back to the Preheat, though: Corey absolutely deserved this victory. That grasshopper cake was stunning! What a work of art. And the judges’ reactions were the best yet. Way to go, Corey – I’m starting to think that he will make it to the finale!

    And, one more thing about the Preheat: one thing has been really bugging me!: Kari drenched her tres leches cake in brandy?! But, isn’t she seven years clean and sober?! Why is she cooking with brandy?? I guess some sober people are okay with cooking with booze, but, in my own personal experience in AA, it’s not something that people who are serious about their sobriety ever do. I’ve heard of people having whole meltdowns about the status of their sobriety because they accidentally bit into a booze-filled chocolate truffle. Myself, I never cook with alcohol of any sort; I don’t even like cooking with red or white wine vinegar, because of the smell, and I only keep imitation vanilla extract in the house, never real. I was floored that Kari would make such an alcohol-forward dessert. Did she taste test it? Didn’t the smells bother her? I guess everyone manages their sobriety differently, but, dang. At least it paid off! If Corey hadn’t produced such an unbelievable work of art, Kari would surely have won this challenge.

    But so now Corey has an immunity card, and, after this Main Heat, Julian no longer does (even though, apparently, he ought to have saved it for a different episode, because his cake was one of the best!). But, my husband and I were both wondering: what would have happened if both Corey and Julian had used their immunity cards in this same Main Heat? – Well, I guess if they had both used their cards, and they had both sucked enough to deserve to be in the bottom two, they would still have slid through, and the third-worst person would have gotten eliminated, even if that person was leagues better than both of them. That would have been wild!

    This episode got me thinking about what I would have made, if I were a contestant on this show. What would I make for an elevated childhood dessert? Hmm… I always loved chocolate chip waffles for breakfast, as a kid, so maybe I’d do some sort of spring brunchy dessert like crepes with a chocolate filling! Or, maybe I could figure out some way to elevate my Mom’s silky chocolate fudge, like a mousse served in a chocolate shell, or something. And in the Main Heat, for the clock challenge: what personally meaningful time would I set my clock to? Probably eleven AM, which is the time of day that my Wedding Mass began. Or, I could copy Lisa and do my wedding anniversary (mine would be 5:20). What would y’all do??

    Stand-outs for me in the Main Heat were Raveena (obviously), Lisa (with that beautiful, ornate buttercream decoration and the unique flavor combo of lavender and pear), and once again Corey, whose vanilla-raspberry-white chocolate truffle cake looked so good – the sponge looked like tie-dye! (The judges said it “wasn’t ‘space age,’ but, who cares.)

    My high point: Seeing so many chocolate cakes in the Main Heat! I think five out of nine contestants produced chocolate cakes for this challenge! One of my only complaints about the Spring season is that you don’t see too many chocolate desserts – it’s very much dominated by light, fresh, springy flavors – but, I guess because the theme was clocks, which lend themselves to wood/metal/darkness/weightiness, lots of people went with chocolate. Love to see that.

    My low point: Kareem going home. 😦 His German chocolate cake sounded so promising! And, even though I always joke about contestants “playing the dead grandparent card” on these shows, I was actually really moved by his story about his granddad. I really wanted him to last until the finale. He is such a sweet and likeable individual. And, all things considered, he really did hold his own against all these professionals, making it through to week five.

    The dessert I would most have liked to eat: Raveena’s chocolate peanut butter cake with peanut praline crunch! Best dessert so far this season, IMO. Chocolate and peanut butter is always a winner in my book, and I was thrilled to see it won this whole week. Plus, the grandfather clock design looked really cool, with the press molds on the fondant (even if it was leaning a little).

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  • April Eighth

    April 8th, 2025
    Daily writing prompt
    What is your favorite restaurant?
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    My favorite restaurant – this is not really about the restaurant at all, though. Restaurants aren’t really as much about the food as they are about the experience, are they?

    I don’t go out to eat that much – hardly ever, actually. I have a 5, a 3, and a 2 year old, and my family’s on a single income, so restaurants aren’t really a part of our life unless it’s a special occasion.

    Which is completely fine with me. I don’t even honestly really like eating at restaurants. One of my ED-related quirks is that I’m self-conscious about eating in front of other people. Even people I know well. I feel awkward asking the waiter for what I want to eat – it feels like such a personal question, “what do you want to eat?” Ugh, cringe.

    And I’m vegetarian, and just generally particular about what I will and will not eat. Also, I kind of hate eating at the standard dinner hour, anymore. I can do breakfast – but when the heck am I ever out to eat at breakfast time? The idea is pretty laughable, lol. Lunch is okay if it’s light, like a salad or something, so if you’re planning on inviting me out to eat, please make it a lunch. I honestly hate “dinner.”

    So when I think about my “favorite restaurant,” I don’t really think about places that I actively go. In fact, the one place that really comes to mind is a place I went one time, over twenty years ago, with my family.

    It wasn’t even memorable for the food – I wasn’t even hungry, I think, when we went there; I was still basically a child, with a very intuitive, unworried, even bored perspective on food. My ED didn’t start to kick in until a few months later, early eighth grade.

    It was evening, April 7th, 2003, and the first night of a family mini-vacation that we were taking to Washington, DC, three hours from home. For whatever reason, that three-day, two-night trip is sealed in my memory bank as three of the best days of my life.

    But why was it so great? It shouldn’t have been, actually. Things were hectic. My family was in the middle of buying a new house, back home. We had come to this vacation straight from the home inspection on the house that we were buying, and the inspection had been abysmal. I remember in one room my father could literally poke his finger straight through the floor, that’s how rotted it was. So, my parents were stressed, but doing their best to have a happy family vacation (I remember my dad getting the drunkest I’d ever seen him at the hotel bar that evening; he wasn’t incoherent or wobbly or anything, but he was noticeably goofy and his eyes were glassy). My older sister was pretty miserable the whole time, and seemed like she very much didn’t want to be there with her parents and dorky little sister; normally, I was very influenced by her moods, and kind of took my cue from her as to how I should feel or act. But I, age 13, was not at school, was on vacation, and felt cute in my new little red Marvin the Martian t-shirt from Kohl’s, was just having a great freaking time in my own little world.

    I think it’s because I was in a good mental place, that spring. That was the spring that I first began writing about my four characters, whom you may know from this blog if you’re a regular. I’d just written or was just about to write the first story I ever wrote about them; about 20 or 30k words, I wrote it by hand on notebook paper, sitting on my bed in my childhood bedroom, listening to my Walkman. Doing this was like discovering a new drug. I was feeling pretty on top of the world about it. And, in a sort of childlike way, I felt like those characters were on that trip with me, and even kind of wove it into my little headcanon, telling myself that two of them actually met that very day, April eighth, at the same FYE where I went shopping at the mall there in DC. (Millennial moment: I so miss CD stores!)

    There are so many memories of that trip that you’d think would be lame or even shitty, but they are all colored by the mood/headspace that I was in at the time, so they are wonderful: like, we’d booked a hotel online without knowing anything about it, and that hotel turned out to be, to my father’s horror, “extremely gay,” i.e. all decked out in art deco style, and he swore that the bartender was hitting on him (I don’t remember much about this, and did not have much of a concept of “gay” at the time, but did think the pink-and-black, 1920s-ish décor was pretty funky). Also, it rained. We got stranded in the rain, walking around the city, a few times. My poor sister, who was very goth at the time and had a ton of metal accessories all over her, got stopped a million times in the metal detector as we were entering the Washington Monument. I don’t think she even ended up coming in. I don’t remember. Stuff like that.

    There are certain songs that I associate very much with that trip, too. At the FYE on April 8th, there were three CDs that I bought: The Exies’ first, self-titled CD; “Faceless” by Godsmack (which had, apparently, just come out that same day; I was so hooked on the song “Straight Out of Line,” and tbh it still slaps); and, you’ll laugh, but the self-titled album from Trapt (“back off, we’ll take you on!!!” I thought that song was so freaking hardcore, when I was 13, and my besties and I used to like to “mosh” to it at school dances, lololl). But, most of all, the songs that I associate with that trip are by the band Stage. My sister, who was extremely uninterested in everything else about that trip, requested that my parents drop her off so she could stop in this weird, funky, punk-rockish little shop before we left, on our last day of the trip, which I guess she’d read about online or heard of from friends, and was eager to check out; and while in there, at the register, she picked up a free EP from this band we’d never heard of, called Stage. And on the way home, she let me listen to it on my Walkman. It was only three songs, but they were all straight fire, especially the second one, “The World Has Come Between Us.” To this day, that song affects me really strongly. It made me nostalgic, even at the time. I kind of think of it as one of the anthems of my life.

    But, all of this to say that this whole awkward trip is weirdly idyllic in my memory. Back to the restaurant thing. On night one of this trip, my tired parents decided that they wanted Mexican food, which I was not interested in. I wasn’t even hungry, but it was whatever. So they found this restaurant – I can’t remember what it was called, but it was a really big restaurant with covered rooftop seating. And we got to sit up there on the roof.

    I think I ordered a couple of soft tacos with no meat. Weird, I know, but when I was younger that was my go-to order, whenever I got taken to a Mexican restaurant. I wasn’t interested in spicy meat, so I would literally get flour tortillas with lettuce and cheese, and I thought it was freaking delicious. So I was pretty pleased with the food, but the best part was that it came with this little green plastic sword.

    I was still a kid, at 13. I loved the little plastic sword. It delighted me. I was playing with it, goofing around with it, I don’t even remember. Then at some point I dropped it, and it fell between the planks on the floor and was gone. I was bummed, but, true to form, too shy to ask for a second one. So, without my permission and to my great embarrassment (I was still a kid, but enough of a teenager to be mortified), my sweet Dad asked the waiter for me if he would bring another green plastic sword.

    I can’t remember, exactly, if the waiter brought me one and I managed to miraculously recover the original, or if the waiter, in a display of generosity, brought me two. I think the latter. I remember sitting there being like I HAVE TWO OF THEM NOW!! and just being over the moon. I didn’t even finish my tortillas; and not because I was watching my weight, that hadn’t happened to me yet. I was okay with my body! The food was fine but uninteresting. I was happy. It was the best dinner ever.

    I still have those two green plastic swords, in a little box in my closet.

    I’ve mentioned on this blog before that AvPD is not a death sentence. Some aspects of it are not all bad. Living in the company of your made-up people that you came up with as a coping mechanism, can fill you with so much joy and delight, and it’s a happiness that nothing and no one can take away from you. It’s a happiness that can turn even the most basic circumstances into a fairytale. At least, that’s been my experience. Probably I also feel that way because, in addition to having AvPD, I have in the past been a true maladaptive daydreamer, and I enjoy writing and doodling very much – so that was pretty much the defining trifecta of my formative years. I wrote myself this little world to escape into. And, tbh, it still works for me, a lot of the time. I actually feel lucky and grateful to have had this trifecta of weirdness, because it gave me this made-up world that brings me so much joy. I used to think I would outgrow it one day, but here I am, 35 and a married mom and it’s still a huge part of me. I’m sure I will keep it forever.

    It’s funny: almost all of my other memories of seventh and eighth grade are miserable and bleak, or are at least colored by that feeling of discomfort and awkwardness and loneliness. But this one silly little trip, which was not even objectively that great, remains logged in my memory as a golden time of pure joy. And that dinner, as one of the most memorable meals. May that generous waiter be abundantly blessed! Like my made-up people in my head, I will keep those green plastic swords forever.

  • Stop Commenting On Pregnant Women’s Bodies

    April 7th, 2025

    Let’s stop commenting on people’s body size. Pregnant or not.

    As a mom who’s currently 26 weeks and change with my fourth baby, this has become a serious pet peeve of mine. You wouldn’t comment on a woman’s body size in casual conversation if she’s not pregnant (unless you’re a complete asshole); so why do we assume it’s okay to do to a pregnant lady?

    The comment I get most frequently – from strangers, acquaintances, and even from doctors and midwives, who you would think would know better – is: “You’re barely showing! You’re so small! You’re tiny!” And, I hate that shit. I don’t know if these people think they’re giving me a compliment, but I wish they’d just stop.

    I hate being told I’m tiny and barely showing, because it makes me self-conscious about my general, non-pregnant body size. When someone says “you’re tiny,” what I hear is, “you’re such a fat fucking tank of a person that your body hides the entire pregnancy inside its great bulk, and we can’t even tell, like, compared to a normal, attractive, stick-thin mom with an actual waistline, who would already have a round visible bump at like 8 weeks along.”

    (Which, is actually not even true of me. Objectively, I’m a medium-sized person with a very “normal” BMI (not that the BMI scale is at all meaningful w/r/t a person’s health or appearance – it’s definitely not, in fact it’s BS, but that’s a rant for another day). I unfortunately just have the sort of wide, sturdy body frame that carries babies really comfortably. Big hands, big feet, no waist, thick ankles: built like a freaking tree trunk. But, on the plus side, I never get serious back pain or groin pain or swelling or anything like that, during pregnancy, and have worked out daily, with relative ease, right up until delivery, every single time. I’ve never needed a pregnancy pillow for my bed or a support band for my belly. I also don’t get stretch marks at all, and bounce back to my normal size pretty much immediately after birth every time. So, you win some, you lose some.)

    It’s also triggering because, for many years, I never knew if I’d be able to get pregnant, and always dreamed of being visibly pregnant, so that people would look at me and know. I wanted to need a pregnancy pillow and a support band; I wanted to complain about back pain. And in reality I pretty much don’t get to have that experience – which, I’m lucky that this is the thing I get to complain about; I ended up having no trouble conceiving or giving birth, unlike many women out there, and in the grand scheme of things this is not that big a deal; but, it definitely makes me feel like less of a mom, less of a pregnant woman, less of a woman in general, when people say “you’re due so soon?! But you’re barely showing, I never would have guessed!”

    Maybe these people really mean well, with the “you’re barely showing” comments, and it’s just my ED history piping up, making me take their words the wrong way. But even if that’s the case, I don’t think that makes it appropriate at all to comment on someone’s body size.

    And I’ve been guilty of this myself, in the past. I hate that. I remember, back before I ever had kids of my own, a coworker of mine was pregnant, and all of us at the salon, including myself, were constantly playfully teasing her like “oh my gosh, you’re huge! You’re only in the second trimester?! Are you sure it’s not twins? How could you possibly get any bigger?!” and other such horrible, insensitive nonsense. I wish I could go back in time and smack myself, and apologize to that poor girl, who was having a hard enough time already.

    But then, a couple years later, I had my first pregnancy, and quickly realized how awful it is that suddenly everyone in the world thinks it’s okay to shamelessly judge your body, out loud, in public, as if you’re on freaking America’s Next Top Model or something. It’s hard enough being a female and a mom, in this world. Leave pregnant ladies alone.

    The rules are pretty simple. I will spell it out in two steps. If you see a woman who looks pregnant, step one is: don’t assume that she is pregnant! No matter how obvious it seems! She might have painful inflammation, or bloat, or a tumor. You truly do not know. Don’t assume, and don’t ask. Step two is: once she tells you that she is pregnant, there is only one (1) acceptable thing that you can say about her physical appearance, and that is: “you look great!”

    Never comment on someone’s body size. This includes complimenting someone’s weight loss. Never compliment someone for losing weight. This is another rule that everyone should live by. I can’t tell you how horrible it was for me, during the days of my active ED, for people to tell me: “wow, you’re so skinny! I wish I looked like you.” “Wow, you’ve really lost weight!” “You’re so lucky you’re skinny.” That absolutely fucked me up, when I was in the thick of it. Even a friendly, innocuous-seeming “congrats, you’ve lost weight, you look great” can make a person think to themselves: “oh, so I looked awful before?” It really feeds a disordered mindset. Also, a person might be losing weight due to depression, a personal crisis, or cancer. You don’t know. Just don’t comment on someone’s body size.

    Even if you think you’re giving a compliment and it’s not about weight loss – just don’t comment on someone’s body size! “You’re so thin, I wish I looked like you:” that person might be super insecure about their small body, maybe they were picked on for it as a kid, or maybe they’re very sick. “You’re so pretty, your body is perfect:” that would easily make someone feel objectified, to know that people are looking at their body and rating it on some weird scale. Or worry that if they change anything or gain a single pound or age a few years, they won’t be “perfect” anymore. Just don’t comment on someone’s body size. It’s simple.

    “But Mith,” you might be arguing: “not everyone is as oversensitive and paranoid as you are! Most people in the world are normal, and can take a compliment or a benign remark without it causing a whole mental breakdown.”

    Maybe so, but I daresay even normies are vulnerable to developing an eating disorder or exercise addiction, if they hear these kinds of comments enough. And even normies would probably be pretty bothered if someone complimented their weight loss and it was the result of their going through a nasty divorce, or losing a loved one, or undergoing major surgery. And, even if “most people” wouldn’t be bothered, that doesn’t mean it’s okay to just disregard that lesser percentage of people who would be injured by such comments. You don’t know if you’re dealing with someone who has an ED or any kind of mental/emotional baggage about their body. If you’re a decent person, you don’t want to risk harming someone.

    And it’s not even hard to do. I’m not asking you to do any mental gymnastics or make any great allowances when it comes to interacting with pregnant women. I’m not asking you to go out of your way. It literally requires no additional mental or physical effort on your behalf to simply not comment on someone’s body size or shape.

    In conclusion: I will say it again: just don’t comment on someone’s body! It’s seriously not that hard! Thanks for reading.

  • Spring Baking Championship season 11 episode 4: Mith Reacts

    April 2nd, 2025

    Spoilers ahead! Do not read if you haven’t yet watched Spring Baking season 11 episode 4.

    I have a lot of feelings about this one.

    Theme and challenges for this episode? 10/10! The faux Easter egg Preheat was perhaps my favorite challenge thus far. It reminded me a lot of Cadbury Creme Eggs, which, as you may know, are one of my favorite guilty pleasures. Also a 10/10 this episode was Kardea’s dress, and in fact her whole look. She’s such an icon. I’m obsessed with that olive green color; my own wardrobe is full of it. It’s not often that I see something on TV and go “I would wear that!”, but, I would definitely wear that.

    Going into the preheat, Priya was like: “I’m going to win this one,” and then she did. That was really satisfying! I was happy for her – the texture in her egg filling looked delightful!

    But, I really thought Mary-Frances deserved to win it. Hers were the prettiest ones – the décor on that blonde chocolate shell was so immaculate it looked done with a machine (it reminded me of the illustrations in one of my favorite children’s books, “The Country Bunny and the Little Gold Shoes”); and the flavor combination of coconut-banana cake and mango pastry cream sounds dreamy! Wow, Mary-Frances really put herself on the map this episode, didn’t she? I feel kinda bad, because up until now I haven’t even mentioned her on this blog once. She just hadn’t baked anything that stood out to me until now. (The only thing I really remember about her from the first three episodes was that, in episode 3, she asked Kari to sample her lemon dessert, and Kari advised her that it was too tart; and then, at judging, it was still too tart.) But she was, in my opinion, the absolute star of this episode! She should have won both challenges! Her sausage pizza in the Main Heat looked stunning, definitely more realistic than Lisa’s winning chicken dinner – and the flavors sounded more fun too (pastry with strawberry cream and coconut!).

    Julian and Corey both kind of crashed and burned in the Preheat! As I was saying last week, I was hoping that Julian would learn his lesson about being overly ambitious – but he did the same darn thing again this week, trying to make a whole unnecessary sugar sculpture tree to hold his eggs, and in the process neglecting his actual eggs! I admittedly laughed (and cringed at the same time) when Duff said “they look like Swedish meatballs with gravy!” Luckily, Julian totally brought it back in the Main Heat with those mind-bendy fish tacos. And Corey? Those should have been the best dessert this episode, chocolate orange flavor with mousse inside. But they were just goopy and messy. He didn’t do too great in the Main Heat, either; that “tuna” just looked like cake (the asparagus looked incredible, though, but, they were just painted modeling chocolate, so basically decoration). I felt so bad for him!

    Another devastating moment for me was Jon’Nae’s eggshells not coming out of the molds in the Preheat. “Jesse, why you gotta put my business out in the street like that?!” Lol, poor thing. She had this same issue in one of the first episodes, with something sticking to the mold! I was so disappointed for her! That was another one that should have been one of the best in show: white chocolate cake pops with strawberry and blood orange-ginger center. I so wish it had worked out.

    Poor Kareem kind of stumbled through this episode but managed to survive another week! The texture was off in his eggs, and the purple icing was obviously concealing a visible seam on the shell (although I love the bold colors he used both inside and out). And sadly his salmon and green beans were not super realistic looking at all. I still really want to see him make it through to the end! A cynical part of me can’t help but wonder if they’re keeping him because he’s so likeable and such a fun character, and makes for great TV – “can the self-taught baker hold his own against all these professionals?” I wouldn’t be surprised if this were a factor, because, no offense to anyone, but who would have thought he would outlast Jon’Nae and Stacy? As much as I love baking competition shows, I’m not starry-eyed about them; as much as I hate to say it, I am fully aware that some of the judgment calls are calculated based on viewers and ratings, rather than the actual quality of the desserts. All that being said, though, Kareem is still one of my favorites, and I’d love to see him pull through and win the whole thing.

    And once again Julian hasn’t used his immunity card! Will he ever, or will he power through without it? Can anyone else be awarded an immunity card while he still has his? That wouldn’t work, would it, because then what if Julian and that other contestant were in the bottom two and they’d both played their immunity card?! I’m so curious to see how this is going to work. So I guess, by holding onto his immunity card without using it, he’s preventing anyone else from getting immunity – strategic move!

    Kari said in this episode that she feels like she’s coasting along in the middle and needs to step up her game and start winning. I’d love to see her rise to the top! She’s another of my favorites. I wasn’t too into her sushi dessert, though – it looked too bright green to be convincing, and I kind of agree with Duff that it’s not really deception if you use actual rice. Which, on that note, Paul used actual gnocchi in his gnocchi primavera? Just because they were made with sweet potato doesn’t make them not real gnocchi. I was surprised they didn’t call him out for that! In any case, I’m glad both Kari and Paul made it through.

    Although I thought it should have been Mary-Frances, Lisa ended up winning. No surprise there! She’s still my top pick for champion; she pretty much hasn’t made a single bad thing, up to this point, has she?

    My high point: Kareem explaining to Raveena what grits are! She didn’t even know!! Being a Southerner myself, I laughed pretty hard. That was adorable. He’s such a sweet guy. My husband was like, “he could have just made some shit up and screwed her over,” hahaha.

    My low point: They sent Jon’Nae home!?! NO! I’m crushed! She was my favorite. I was so devastated by the bottom two; it would have sucked either way, whomever they sent home. But, I really strongly believe that Jon’Nae could have won the whole thing. She had some of the best ideas about flavors in every episode; she seems like a true artist. I honestly think she just had some bad luck. Which can seriously happen to anyone, even the best of them. It sucks. Going into the Main Heat, she was like, “I cannot go home.” And, pound cake with champagne buttercream, it could have been so good! But the fried fish was too thick, and the oven screwed up her fries. She seems like such a lovely and talented person. I hope she still gets rich and famous somehow.

    The dessert that I would have most liked to eat: Raveena’s brown sugar speculoos eggs with malt ball centers! I freaking love chocolate malt balls, and I can eat cookie butter straight out of the jar with a spoon. What a genius combination.

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  • Spring Baking Championship season 11 episode 3: Mith Reacts

    March 26th, 2025

    SPOILERS AHEAD for Spring Baking Championship season eleven!

    I’m sad that it was a shorter episode — I wish they could all be a whole hour and twenty-five! it feels so rushed — but, overall, this one was far superior to Episode 2. The challenges were much better: no stupid Minecraft, no “team” awkwardness. As someone who always died a bit inside when the teacher said “okay, now find a partner” or “now break up into teams of four,” I always get a slight PTSDish cringe on everyone’s behalf when they’re told they have to work in teams.

    I do take some issue with the first challenge, though. I’m not a big tea fan, myself. Coffee for me, 100%; I don’t get excited about tea flavors. But, that’s not my issue with the challenge. My issue with the challenge was that it was rigged! Matcha is an objectively shitty flavor, in a dessert. Whoever gets assigned matcha is screwed. You may as well give them a card that says “dog shit,” and be like, “good luck trying to make this taste good.” Similarly, hibiscus is an objectively more delicious flavor, for a dessert than just about any of these others. I’m not saying that Julian didn’t deserve to win this challenge. He absolutely did! That monochromatic hibiscus madeleine tower was a breathtaking, a work of modern art. But, I do feel like my favorites, Jon’Nae and Paul, got the really short end of the stick, here, and their talents weren’t given room to shine. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a successful matcha dessert on any of these shows. Stop assigning this flavor. No one likes it. It’s stupid.

    Also, Duff was wrong about Paul in this challenge. That natural, olivey, 1970s green color base of the madeleine tower, with those pops of bright/neon color in the flowers, was a really cool contrast and an interesting color scheme! There was absolutely nothing wrong with it! That was just a dumb and vapid comment, nothing true about it.

    The second challenge was cool, though! I love the rainbow theme; the ombre cheesecakes were a delight. And the whole saga of “will Julian use his immunity or not? will it send him home if he doesn’t?!” was very suspenseful; that was great TV. He was way too bold, trying to do a baked cheesecake! I appreciate the ambition, and I think that that, plus his sugar rainbow, were what saved him; but hopefully, he learned his lesson, and from here on out will rein in that ambition just a smidge! I was so afraid he was going to go home with that unused immunity card. (I love that they added in that stipulation, “you have to use the immunity in one of the next five main heats, and you must decide to use it before judging” — I was wondering how they were going to avoid making the immune contestant totally pointless in the Main Heat, just sitting there twiddling their thumbs. That was smart.)

    My husband, who watches these shows with me, observed that “it’s really not fair to Lisa, to make a whole challenge based on rainbows. She’s too short to have ever seen a rainbow.” LOL. All in good fun, of course, as Lisa herself is always talking about how short she is. I still think she’s the winner. Her madeleine tower was stunning, the most beautiful one; and it’s not often that a baker does well with kiwi flavor.

    And once again, two of my favorite contestants had great success: Corey, who is just the coolest, won the main heat for the second time in a row. And Kareem did an awesome job in both challenges! He’s really proving that he deserves to be here, without sacrificing his crazy sense of style. His white rainbow on that blueberry cheesecake was so creative. Blue spirulina in this challenge was brilliant! A basic, uncreative baker would have just used food coloring. I’m so rooting for Kareem.

    However, I feel like Paul was once again treated unfairly in the second challenge! You all know I’m a huge fan of Kardea, and will always defend her against the haters, but, I disagree with her that Paul’s cake was “not a cheesecake.” It was absolutely a cheesecake, and a super creative one! The extra work that went into crafting a spiral and achieving those vertical layers! I’m glad the other two judges disagreed with her. Everyone, stop picking on Paul. I feel like these super-talented French gentlemen always get judged unfairly harshly on this show precisely because they are so talented.

    High point: Duff praising Kareem for his delicious purple peach madeleines! “Wear the same socks! Eat the same breakfast tomorrow!” I cheered.

    Low point: Stacy’s blackberry cheesecake with almonds and ginger not working out. That was, for me, the prettiest and most delicious-sounding cake in the Main Heat. I was so disappointed that it got bad feedback: it apparently only tasted of dried ginger powder, not enough blackberry, and contained too much gelatin, making it rubbery and dense. Such a disappointment. I hate to see her go home. She seems like a really cool baker, and I loved her friendship with Jon’Nae. Plus, my husband pointed out during the premiere that she looks a little like me in the face, and since then I cannot unsee it, and have subconsciously identified with her a bit.

    The dessert I would most have liked to eat: Got to be Kareem’s blueberry cheesecake. Blueberry cheesecake is a flavor combo that I’m particularly fond of (and have this stupid inside joke about that dates back to like seventh grade and still never fails to make me laugh), and he really took it and ran with it. Gingersnap crust, too — awesome choice! I can’t wait to see what he creates next.

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  • What if the antivaxxers are right?

    March 21st, 2025

    As someone with AvPD, I’m honestly not a huge fan of myself. There are not many things about my personality that I’m proud of — but, I think one of my best traits is: I’m open-minded. When I hear any kind of moral claim, I never dismiss it offhand. If someone believes sincerely that something is right or wrong, I take them seriously. I like to actually consider whether they may be right. I have my own convictions, of course, but I’m constantly considering and weighing them (“curating my beliefs,” as I once heard someone in college describe it) and re-examining myself to make sure I’m on what I think is the right track. This trait of mine can make me somewhat neurotic and insecure, but, it is also why I have been able to correct my religious and political beliefs pretty drastically over the years. Some people might think it’s a crazy way to be, but, I think it’s important to not believe everything we think, to take no moral claim at face value, and to not assume that anything is stupid until we really look at it. Just because a lot of people believe something does not make it true.

    Which is why, even though I’m pretty pro-vaccine myself, I don’t just dismiss the antivax perspective offhand. I’ve spent a good amount of time and energy wondering about this.

    When I say “pretty pro-vaccine,” what I mean is, I take my kids to a “normal” pediatrician, and all of them are up-to-date on all of their routine immunizations as recommended by the AAP. I also get them yearly flu shots, and get flu shots for myself and my husband, and will even get a vaccine during pregnancy, like flu or TDAP, if my doctor recommends it. However, I have qualms about brand new vaccines like the Covid one, and I will not get that one for my kids, nor would I get it for myself today. (Too many sketchy side-effects, and it came out so quickly, etc.)

    I’m sure the antivaxxers think I’m an idiot for that. Similarly, most of the pro-vax crowd just dismiss the antivaxxers offhand as idiots. Literally, both sides accuse the other of “not doing their research” and “being mind-controlled by the government” and “falling victim to misinformation.”

    This is why, in my opinion, there’s no real point “doing your research” when it comes to whether or not to vaccinate. Because, depending on where you do that research, you’re going to arrive at one of two very different conclusions. It’s just like with global warming. One website presents concrete evidence that it is real; another website presents concrete evidence that it is not. “Just do your research,” both sides scream at you!

    But the first thing, the more important thing, is figuring out whom to trust.

    For me, the question boils down to: do I trust these doctors? Why or why not? Whom do I trust more: this doctor who’s recommending vaccinations, or these people on the internet who recommend fresh air and a healthy diet?

    You can never really know whom to trust. And you have to choose someone. That is one of the scary things about being human.

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    I don’t like vaccinating my kids, tbh. I always worry about it. Especially when they’re tiny. I know the chances of serious complications are very rare, but they’re not nonexistent. With each vaccination, there is a nonzero chance that my child will die as a result. I’ve really considered just not doing it. Which is why I sympathize with the antivaxxers.

    I’m not a scientist, but I did pay some attention in school, so I think I have a grasp of the basics. If I understand correctly, a vaccine is basically a tiny dose of a neutralized version of a virus, which, when introduced to your body, causes your body to produce antibodies to that virus, so that, if you encounter the actual virus out in the wild, your body will react to it with stronger defenses, thus preventing you from becoming deathly ill. They don’t prevent sickness entirely, but definitely reduce the severity of infection. It seems like a pretty simple concept to me; I mean, I learned this stuff in middle school. A vaccine is not some strange mystery chemical concocted by the government. It’s pretty basic biology, isn’t it?

    Now, you might be arguing that public school is just another mind control agent, and I’ve been brainwashed by politicians. And I guess I can’t prove that that’s not true. But, I like to think that I have a pretty discerning eye about what parts of my public school education were brainwashy (“use condoms,” “the Catholic Church is bad and evil,” “feminism is great,” etc.) and which parts were just non-politically-weighted information (the quadratic formula, the periodic table, the definition of a vaccine, etc.). An antivaxxer might argue that I’m not being discerning enough, that all of the things I was taught were just lies cooked up by the government to turn me into a drone. At this point, we arrive at one of those instances where I have to choose who to trust. The teachers and textbooks and my own brain’s faculty of processing the likelihood of the information presented, or, a stranger telling me none of that is true?

    I also have to consider the statistics. It is undeniable that the chances of something bad happening from a vaccine are very, very small. I’ve always had all of mine, as have just about everyone that I personally know, and none of us suffered any adverse effects. (I know this is survivor’s bias, to an extent, and like I said I know this does not negate the fact that there is a nonzero chance of death from a vaccine; I’m just saying it seems much more likely that one will survive.) And I’ve experienced myself that vaccines drastically reduce symptoms of infection (we had our flu shots last fall; this winter, when we got the flu, we only had a pretty mild version of it, with no loss of appetite or chills or body aches or anything). Also, if you trust the historical data, it’s plain to see that, since the advent of vaccines, some preventable diseases have basically become obsolete. (Until recently, that is – this random resurgence of measles in the Midwest, which, you cannot tell me is not the result of antivaxxers’ decisions.) So, stepping away from the internet and all the drama, and simply looking at all of the statistics that I’ve ever been shown, it seems like a wise decision to get vaccinated.

    Does this ease my worry about getting my kids vaccinated? Not really. But I have to choose to either do it or not do it, and I guess I just find the science more compelling and convincing than the alternative.

    “But don’t you trust God?” an antivaxxer might ask me. “God’s design is perfect. He wouldn’t create something that humans need to ‘improve’ upon with their modern scientific innovations. If we just cooperate with his design, reduce our exposure to toxins, and eat home-grown whole foods instead of all the garbage that people are eating today…”

    But then, why did people die of preventable diseases back in the day before processed foods and automobiles, before all of these modern innovations?

    I agree that God’s design is perfect. God did not invent sickness or suffering or death. These entered the world as a result of man’s first sin. God suffers these to exist in our world because they are what we chose, and in His great mercy He allows us to have our free will and do the things we want. So, basically, we’re stuck living with the results of sin, and trying to make the best of it. Perhaps “making the best of it” sometimes means using our God-given faculties of reason and scientific deduction to help preserve human life.

    Or should we just roll over and die? Should we just accept that sickness and death are the results of our sin, and stop trying to fight them? Is it a bad thing to want to heal the sick or prevent death? – That’s an absurd idea! Christ Himself healed the sick and raised the dead!

    On that note, some antivaxxers might argue that, in the face of dire illness, we should just turn to prayer. We should just trust that God will heal whom He wants to heal, and if it is not His will, then someone will not heal, regardless of whether they receive treatment or not.

    Is all human intervention bad? On the contrary, isn’t it immoral, if you see someone suffering and have a way to mitigate that suffering, to not do anything? Don’t we believe that sometimes God’s will is carried out on earth through the work of humans?

    Some of these crunchy types will claim that “natural” is always better. But, I’m pretty sure that a healthy Catholic POV of “nature” teaches otherwise. Our nature is fallen. Our nature causes us to sin. By nature, we are inclined to selfishness, temptation, and evil. We’re not animals; “natural” doesn’t always necessarily mean “better.” What’s good for us is not what’s natural, but what is supernatural.

    Not that modern medicine is supernatural; it’s plainly not. It’s man-made. But is everything man-made always an abomination? Humans have written great works of literature, painted great works of art, designed and built incredible churches and castles, built ships that sail across the ocean – and, yes, have come up with vaccines that all but eradicate deadly diseases. “But Mith, you can’t compare a vaccine, which distorts God’s design, with these other man-made works, which cooperate with and glorify God’s design.” Once again, though – a vaccine isn’t some mystery chemical. It’s pretty basic biology. It’s exposure to a virus, causing your body to do what God in His glorious wisdom designed it to do: produce antibodies to help preserve your life. So really, don’t vaccines cooperate beautifully with God’s perfect design?

    All of this is just a little snippet of the back-and-forth that’s gone through my head over the last five or six years since I’ve been raising kids and making important, terrifyingly irreversible decisions about their health.

    And this is why I will continue to vaccinate, even though I don’t love it. Medical intervention is scary! No one likes it! Just yesterday, a loved one of mine underwent open-heart surgery to repair a valve, with the aim of preventing future heart attack or stroke. It was a nightmare! For all of us in the family! No one wants to undergo open-heart surgery. It is scary; everything about it seems wrong; a big part of you wants to be like, “no, don’t slice open this person, that’s dangerous! Those organs were never meant to see the light of day, this is unnatural!” But, the alternative is leaving that person with increased vulnerability to heart attack and stroke. Isn’t that worse? God has designed us with brains that can learn about our health and improve upon it. He has designed the human body in such a brilliant way that it can survive surgery, heal, and recover. I think that’s pretty cool.

    Surgeries, vaccines, and medical interventions aim at preserving life. How can that be a deviation from God’s design?

    Like I said, I’m constantly weighing and considering and re-evaluating my beliefs, so, I can’t promise that I won’t one day become an antivaxxer. (There was a time in my life when I never would have imagined myself a conservative Catholic, yet, here we are.) And if you have a super compelling argument in favor of the antivax position, I’m all ears. But, for right now, this is where I’m at with it. And, to be frank, I’m pretty annoyed that measles has come back, and I’m annoyed that there’s this expectation that all TradCaths have to be antivaxxers who shun modern medicine. Yes, the ways of the world are dangerous, and can lead us astray if we’re not careful; but let’s not throw the baby out with the bathwater.

  • Regret

    March 20th, 2025
    Daily writing prompt
    What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
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    What tattoo do I want? On the contrary, I have a lot of them (approximately ten), and wish that I could afford to get them all removed!

    I hate that I have visible tattoos. I got all of them between the ages of 18 and 29, and each time I added a new one, my Dad was like: “you know that’s permanent, right?” and my smart ass was all “oH rEaLlY??!” but, soon after turning thirty, I realized that I had to admit that he was right. I regret all of them.

    As some of you know, I converted to Catholicism around age 25, but still struggled to actually be a Catholic, up until age 29 or 30 when I quit drinking. (Not that it’s not still a struggle, lol, but, I was a real heathen in my drinking days.) The modern Church is pretty loosey-goosey when it comes to the morality of tattoos – I mean, even Fr. Mike got a tattoo, and posted a whole video about it – so, no one ever really told me it was wrong. (That’s the modern Church for you.) It was only within the last year or so that I switched from a modern/mainstream to a Traditional parish, where they do things correctly, and in the world of real Catholicism, tattoos are a big no-no. Not such a big no-no that they’d shun a parishioner for having them – no one’s ever made me feel unwelcome there! – but, you do definitely want to cover them up, if you have them, and getting another one would likely be considered sinful. I won’t go into the reasons why, because I’m not here to defend the faith, nor am I qualified to be a catechist. Suffice it to say that this is what I now believe.

    Most of mine are on my arms. When I got them, I wanted them to be visible. I wanted people to see how “cool” and “unique” and “deeply tortured” I was. Now, I hate that they’re hard to hide. I mean, I guess I could wear long sleeves all day every day, which would probably be a good and modest thing to do anyway; pretty sure the “Marylike dress” standards of modesty dictate sleeves that cover the elbow, and I’m always telling myself that I should try harder to adhere to that standard. But, unfortunately, I live in a state that’s really freaking hot seven months out of the year, and I hate being hot, ugh, I hate it so much. Perhaps if I were better at mortifying my senses and living according to the spirit and not the flesh, et cetera, I would be more modest. I already wear ankle-length skirts no matter the weather, but, long sleeves in summer: I just can’t.

    I hate when strangers ask about them. Even if they’re being polite – “oh, that’s a really cool tattoo! What does it mean?” – I just cringe and wither. I’ve started responding with: “oh, it just means that I was an idiot in my twenties, and can’t afford laser removal yet, ha ha.”

    I hate that my kids will grow up with a tattooed mom – that I will have to explain to them that these were not a good idea, this is not something that you should do, these were a stupid mistake. It’s almost as embarrassing as having self-harm scars, which are another thing I’ll probably have to explain to them one day.

    And I hate mingling with other Catholic moms and families with my tattoos showing. Sometimes on a hot day, as I’m hustling my three little kids out the door for storytime or some event, I forget to grab a cardigan, and end up being the awkward creepy mom with the tattooed arms, the only tattooed person in a roomful of nice, wholesome, upright, well-adjusted Catholics. These stupid things are just an uncomfortable reminder of how little I fit in with the people I’d like to fit in with.

    It’s just that, when I got these stupid tattoos done, I was in my “fuck it” phase. I didn’t think there was a future for me, or that, if there were, it’d be anything meaningful. I truly didn’t think my body was worth preserving. I was pretty much in active self-destruct mode for the majority of my twenties, so, I guess the tattoos are just another unfortunate symptom of that.

    And the worst part is, most of mine are not even good. Because of my crippling social anxiety, I never took the time to seek out really good artists, or speak up if a design wasn’t exactly what I wanted it to be, or to ask around for advice. I’d just slink in, half-drunk, and show them what I wanted, and after, no matter how it had turned out, express effusive gratitude and praise because I was so embarrassed that this person had spent time with my gross body. So a couple of mine are actually really bad and not what I wanted at all. Which is not even how real tattooees get their tattoos. I just wanted to be cool so badly – I’m like that guy from the Offspring song (“he asked for a 13 but they drew a 31!”).

    There are two that I regret less than the others, though. My favorite one is the only one that I had done by this really cool artist who happened to be a Christian: his studio was the one where I felt the least uncomfortable and sad. I would have loved to go to him again, but sadly, he relocated out of state. The idea that he realized for me is one of a lily with a passage of poetry around it that I really like; plus, it’s on an upper bicep where I can pretty easily hide most of it without long sleeves. So, that’s not too bad. And the other one that I don’t regret as much as the others is in another place that’s relatively easy to hide. It’s the initials of the four “imaginary friends” that I came up with in middle school and who have accompanied me since then, for almost two-thirds of my life; they’ve kept me afloat during some difficult times, and I love them dearly. I wish that particular tattoo were more neatly executed, but nonetheless, I like that one the most because it feels the most “true to myself,” and is also the most innocuous. I also really like not explaining this one to people when they ask, lol.

    I’m not judging anyone who gets tattoos and likes them. A lot of my friends have them. I actually think they can look really nice, on some people, and tbh I still find them really attractive if they’re in the right place and well-done. But, it’s not for me. As a mom on a tight budget, I just groan inwardly at the mere thought of how many hundreds of dollars I wasted on something as useless and regrettable as tattoos that are not even that good.

  • Spring Baking Championship season 11 episode 2: Mith Reacts

    March 19th, 2025

    Spoilers ahead for Spring Baking Championship season 11 episode 2!

    As much as I loved that it was another full hour and twenty-five minute episode (normally, only the premiere is this long), this episode was kind of a miss for me. I don’t care about Minecraft, much less the Minecraft movie; these promotional episodes are always a little cringe, for me. Both challenges, but especially the Main Heat, were pretty dumb; I mean, even a well-executed Minecraft cake isn’t going to look good! Even the best cakes in that challenge just looked like boxes. And, I hated all the gross ingredients that they had to use in the Main Heat. Bacon, jalapeno, prosciutto, chipotle, habanero, pancetta: gross, not for me. I don’t eat meat or spicy peppers, so, I was totally uninterested in these.

    And I got so freaking sick of hearing the word “nether!” This word for me is like the word “moist” for other people. It just makes me think of private parts. Please, stop talking about “nether cakes.”

    There were a couple of other pet peeves of mine that popped up in this episode, too. The first one has already happened once this season, but I heard it twice in this episode, and it’s like nails on a chalkboard: “marscapone.” The word is mascarpone. Ugh! Also, “expresso.” It’s 2025, espresso is not an exotic thing in America anymore; haven’t we moved past this? Lol.

    Also, Nancy’s hair: cute effort on the stylists’ behalf, but this was not her best look, lol.

    However, there were some things I liked about this episode. Specifically, that Corey won! He’s such a cool baker, that was well deserved! I’m sure if I could stand bacon I’d be drooling over that cake he made. Also that Lisa did so well (despite her saying “marscapone” lol). I’ve already named her as my pick for most likely winner based on last week, and it’s nice to see her keep on being awesome. That watermelon entremet was a work of art! And she even did well in the stupid Main Heat challenge – that cherry cake sounded phenomenal, and her bee cubes were adorable (although, I’m surprised they didn’t ding her for the almond sliver wings; if they can ding Kari for her 45 degree angles on the flame decorations, why didn’t they ding Lisa for the rounded wings on her bees?). She hasn’t missed once so far. She’s a force to be reckoned with!

    Also, that Jamie went home. I really didn’t like her attitude in the Team challenge. Paul, as you know, is one of my favorites, and he seemed like a really gracious and cooperative teammate, while Jamie seemed to be acting like a major control freak; I dunno if it was just the way they edited the footage, but, they made it look like she was totally pushy and bossing him around! And then, of course, she was the one who screwed their team over and landed them in the bottom two – and even then, Paul was still so kind and supportive about it, sacrificing the quality of his own cake in a heroic attempt to help her salvage hers. To be fair, Jamie was at least apologetic about that. And, I feel bad complaining about her attitude right after she revealed that she’s a cancer survivor. To her credit, everything about this challenge, as I already said, was stupid, and I think it would be really really hard to do well. Still, given that she was in the bottom two last week as well, I think it was probably right that she went home.

    My high point: Kareem has lived to see week three! After the Preheat, I was afraid he was going to bomb this week, too (although he was far from the only one who made a mess that challenge). But he pulled it out in the Main Heat! Aside from the “too cheerful,” pretty pastel decoration (which I actually liked and thought suited his cake better than the stupid “nether” theme they were trying to push on him), he did a beautiful job with the interior and flavors of his jalapeno cake! Brilliant! Love to see it. He finally refined his craziness to just the right degree. Also, he was absolutely the best at naming his team. “Pre-K, because we came to school ‘em” – oh my goodness, I laughed out loud, he’s so clever and funny! And he just pulled that one right off the top of his head, didn’t have to think about it. Rock on, Kareem!

    My low point: Jon’Nae’s entremet not working out. It sounded so good! I actually kind of liked the “square fruits” entremet challenge – Minecraft aside, the ones that turned out well were really cute, and sounded really tasty. Watching bakers pour mirror glazes is one of my favorite things on a baking show. And based on her description of her plans, I thought Jon’Nae’s sounded the most delicious: strawberry and white chocolate mousse, yes please! That totally would have been my pick for Dessert I’d Most Like To Eat, had it worked out. But, sadly, her mirror glaze didn’t happen. She did the best she could without it, and made what looked like a fun little strawberry shortcake style thing, and the flavors still sounded great, but, alas. I really hope she has a better week next week!

    The dessert I would most have liked to eat: I was really disappointed that the judges said that Raveena’s beet cake didn’t have enough flavor. Beets, goat cheese, honey, and walnut sounds like such a delightful combination! I’m sure if she had amped up the other flavors a bit, this would have been delicious. Given that it apparently just tasted like cheese, though, I’m going to have to go with: Jon’Nae’s cacao nib cake. I’m a chocoholic, and will almost always pick the chocolatiest thing on any dessert menu, so I love to see a chocolate dessert featured on the Spring championship, which is unusual; it’s heavily dominated by fresh seasonal fruit flavors. Sounds like she really killed it with candying the cacao nibs!

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  • Is it ok to eat soy chorizo?

    March 16th, 2025

    I have to laugh at myself here. How funny, to even be asking this question! There was a time, in years past, when I sincerely wondered the exact opposite: if anyone who was not vegan could ever, in any sense, claim to be a good person. If we could ever excuse them for their crimes, their willful ignorance. Oh, how the turntables!

    The other day, the SSPX District of the US posted on their Facebook a list of excellent Lenten resources, including a short article that was particularly interesting and relevant to me: it was on the topic of whether it is acceptable for Catholics to consume vegetarian “meat” substitutes, such as the “Impossible” Burger or Morningstar Farms or “Beyond” products, on days of abstinence.

    I was surprised that I had never even considered this before! As a longtime vegetarian and occasional vegan, I’ve always just thought: well, abstinence from meat doesn’t really apply to me, since I do that 365 days a year anyway, so, I’ll just find some other penance to do on abstinence days. But it never occurred to me that these processed “meat” treats are, basically, exactly that: meat substitutes. They essentially allow you to have the experience of eating meat without technically eating meat. So to eat them on a meat-free day is really cheating. Going forward, I’ll make sure and avoid these products on Fridays and penitential days!

    Now, my family is vegetarian, but 90% of the time we don’t even eat these fake meat products. For one, they are really pricey; and for two, they are so highly processed; I prefer to feed us simple whole foods like beans, lentils, grains, and nuts. I also cook with tofu a lot. But sometimes as a treat I do splurge and buy the vegetarian chicken nuggets for the kids, or the fake bacon strips for a family breakfast, or a vegan Italian sausage to slice up and throw in with pasta. There are so many to pick from these days, and they’re really good!

    At this point in my life, I actually prefer the meat substitutes to the real thing. I’ve been vegetarian for so long that the texture of meat, in fact the mere concept of eating meat, gives me the major ick. I’ve actually considered going back to meat-eating so that it would be easier to get protein (carnivore is all the rage these days, and people are so obsessed with protein right now, it’s such a crazy fad that they’re even adding it to things like juice and cereal; all of which makes me doubt myself sometimes, even though I know my vegetarianism is healthy); but, it’s just so nasty to me, I couldn’t stomach it even if I wanted to. And I hate cooking with the stuff. Raw meat is the vilest thing; you have to stress about cooking it to an exact temperature, to avoid bacterial infection, and sometimes you’ll get nasty bits of gristle or vein or bone chips, which, why would you even eat something with all those issues, IMO. The meat substitutes are, for me, just as tasty without any of that ickiness; they feel satisfying but cleaner.

    All of this to preface the main point of this post, which is the question: is it morally okay to buy and eat meat substitutes?

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    I never really wondered about this until reading this Lenten article! In it, the author admits that, from a rigid POV, these artificial meat products could technically be considered licit on abstinence days, since they contain no animal flesh, even though they are, he says, “an abomination in the eyes of God.”

    An abomination? What?! My jaw quite literally dropped!

    And then I kind of laughed. Was the author trying to be funny? I don’t think he was, though, because the rest of the article was very scholarly, very dry and straightforward, without any personal opinion or humor or flair of any sort.

    Is fake meat really an abomination? I guess the author probably thinks nondairy milks are also an abomination, then? Is it because they are man-made and not natural? In that case, is any purely man-made food product, like M&Ms or plain tofu, an abomination too? Or is it just that these fake meats are imitations of a “real” food product, and that’s what makes them an abomination?

    I can see the reasoning there, but still, I’m just not quite convinced that consuming fake meat is immoral. What if you’re like me, and just can’t stomach meat? Or what if, for example, you have high cholesterol, or Alpha-Gal syndrome, or some other health condition that makes you literally allergic to meat, to the point where it would endanger you? Should you just accept this cross and go through life not eating meat?

    You know what? Maybe! If we Catholics tell couples with infertility that they have to just accept their cross instead of using artificial, scientific methods to “cheat” and get what they want just because they want it, then, shouldn’t that same logic apply to people who can’t eat meat? – But then, does something like eating a fake burger carry the same moral weight as the illicit creation of human life? I think not.

    Is every scientific means of “getting around” nature an abomination? Like, anesthesia, or medication for pain relief – is that an abomination too? (See my post on epidurals.) (This also raises the question of vaccines, which I’m planning to address in the near future.) On that note, is air conditioning unethical? Is hand lotion? Are prosthetic limbs? Contact lenses? Surgery in general? Cars?! (I am definitely on board with the idea that airplanes and submarines are an abomination; people are simply not meant to fly or to go down in the ocean, and that’s just facts.) Is it unethical, then, to rescue someone who’s dying of natural causes?! Is it always unethical to use artificial means to make what God has provided for us more pleasant (or less unpleasant)? I’m not being a smartass here, I’m genuinely wondering now.

    Back to fake meat. If it’s not just the artificiality, but the imitation of a real thing that is the issue, then what else is an abomination? Are fake fireplaces an abomination? My house has a gas fireplace, with these fake metal logs sitting in a little iron grate, and you can turn on the propane with a switch to start the fire: is this an abomination? What about lab-created diamonds? Aren’t those more ethical than the ones mined by child slaves? Are fake flowers an abomination? I carried a bouquet of fake flowers at my wedding, because it was the same one my Mom carried at hers. What about man-made lakes? I can think of a couple that are very dear to me.

    Maybe these are, indeed, all abominations. Maybe not sinful, because as I was saying they definitely don’t carry the moral weight that something like creating human life does; but still: they are, perhaps, little abominations.

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    I think part of the issue that the author had with this article was not just the abomination itself, but the fact that they are, as I said, really expensive. I think the author was wondering why you’d pay extra for a fake instead of just buying the real thing for less money. Especially during Lent, which is all about simplicity: a time when Christians traditionally fasted, and used the money they saved on food to give alms. Buying pricey fake meats is definitely not in the spirit of Lent.

    For example, someone like me: I’m vegetarian mainly for reasons of taste, at this point. But Lent is a time to mortify the senses: to not let our taste buds govern our decisions. During Lent, technically no one should be eating meat (except on Sundays), but, if you’re eating meat anyway, it would probably be most ethical to buy whichever option is cheaper.

    Or would it? Don’t we also have to consider the morality of the means of production? Those of us who are on a tight budget, and not personally acquainted with any farmers, simply don’t have the option of buying locally-raised, organic-fed meats. Our only choice is what’s on the shelf at the grocery store. Which is definitely not trustworthy, definitely not humanely raised.

    I don’t want to use my money to support factory farming. I’m no longer the staunch, PETA-supporting, “Animal Liberation” activist that I used to be, but still: we shouldn’t be cruel to animals. Anyone who says animal suffering doesn’t matter at all is ignorant and wrong. It’s true that animals don’t have souls like humans do, but that does not mean they’re incapable of suffering or that we shouldn’t care if they suffer needlessly. Yes, I’m aware that God told man to “have dominion over the fishes of the sea, and the fowls of the air, and the beasts, and the whole earth, and every creeping creature” and “to fill the earth and subdue it.” But to have dominion and to subdue does not mean to torture and abuse. Honestly, given the situation with meat production in our modern world, I am surprised that there aren’t more vegetarian Catholics. (It’s wild to me how many Catholics are clueless about how to eat meat-free! The Eastern Orthodox, with their rigorous vegan fasts, are surely pointing and laughing at us.)

    I think it’s probably less unethical to use my money to support factories that create fake meat products than it is to support factories that torture animals. But less bad doesn’t mean good.

    Probably the most ethical – and also the healthiest and most affordable – way to be vegetarian/vegan, is to eat whole foods: foods that actually come from nature. (I’m not paid to advertise here (who would pay me to advertise anyway, I have like 0 viewers, lol), but, this is precisely why I’m so obsessed with the publication Forks Over Knives, which prints exclusively whole foods plant-based recipes, mostly oil-free and without highly-processed ingredients; every single recipe of theirs that I’ve ever made is freaking delicious; they’re the coolest!) If you’re gonna be meat-free, for whatever reason – whether it’s because of ethical concerns, health requirements, or personal taste – I think you should just accept that you’re making a sacrifice, and you don’t get to eat meat anymore.

    And dairy-free folks? Should they do the same thing and just forego milk, if they can’t have dairy? As someone who vastly prefers nondairy milks myself (who wants to drink a tall glass of another mammal’s breastmilk? Ugh, gag me!), I hate to admit it, but: following this logic, then: … maybe? Or, is soy milk less of an abomination than a Beyond Burger, because it’s just an innocuous liquid made from a plant, instead of some mystery chemical substance, dyed weird colors and shaped to resemble a meat product? I think this is probably the case – but, I’m not sure on this point yet; maybe I’m struggling with it because soy milk has been around so much longer than fake meat, and is even more normalized and ubiquitous. What do we think? I’d be super curious to know the author’s thoughts on nondairy milk and yogurt.

    Dang! This article really made me take a closer look at my whole approach to groceries and my own vegetarianism. See, this is one reason why I love Traditional Catholicism so much.

    Anyway, in conclusion: what I’ve learned is, fake meats probably are, indeed, an abomination. But I don’t think it’s necessarily always a moral failing to buy and eat them. If they’re a regular staple of your diet, or if you’re eating them on abstinence days because they’re “not really meat,” then maybe you need to think about that. But as an occasional splurge or treat on a normal day, or as a time-saver when you’re in a real pinch (as I frequently am, as a mom of three, soon to be four, young kids), they’re probably okay. At first, I thought “abomination” seemed like a really heavy word to use on something as benign as soy chorizo; but the more I think about it, the author has a point.

  • The Most Confident Person I’ve Ever Known

    March 15th, 2025
    Daily writing prompt
    Who is the most confident person you know?
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    How am I really to know who is the most confident person I’ve ever known? Someone might feign confidence, and appear super confident, but secretly feel insecure and just not talk about it, because perhaps they are insecure about the insecurity itself.

    However, I know who is the most confident-seeming person I’ve ever met. I met her my first semester at my first college, and gravitated toward her, because she had what the kids these days call “main character energy.” She was not only very outspoken, fearless, funny, and confident (making her relatively easy for my AvPD to be around, compared to other people), but also on the “quirky/artsy” side, as was I; and this was at a snooty little private university that was a veritable Sahara Desert, in terms of quirkiness/artsyness. So I, who have always been insecure, was trying hard to find some other weirdish people to associate with.

    There’s this false stereotype about confidence that it makes you cocky, that you go around like you’re God’s gift to humanity and think everyone should bow to you. Similarly, there’s a false stereotype about humility, that it makes you think of yourself as a piece of shit and makes you too timid to ever speak up. In fact, confidence and humility can coexist beautifully, which is what this girl showed me just by being herself.

    By humble, I mean that she was totally aware of who she was, and she owned it. She was a nerd, and a chubby girl (and not even trying to change that; she ate whatever she liked, as if she were totally immune to diet culture; she would just openly describe herself as “fat” and not even bat an eye or expect someone to coddle or reassure her about it), who liked some gross foods (like, the processed deli meat slices with the chunks of American cheese mixed right into the meat – to my absolute horror, she used to keep this in the mini-fridge in our suite, when we were suite-mates sophomore year, without even concealing it in a plastic grocery bag or anything, the way I would do with shame-foods), and had some lowbrow hobbies (like video gaming, which she would do in the common room of our suite with the blinds pulled down, even on a beautiful sunny fall day when clearly a morally-upright person was obligated to be outside in nature, exercising); but was she ashamed of any of these? Not in the slightest. She socialized. She shared herself with people. She expressed emotions with ease, from anger/irritation to sadness to delight to anything in between. She could enjoy movies and stories about thin, beautiful characters without being devastated that she was not thinner or more beautiful than them. She spoke to other, thinner people like they were her equals. She wasn’t afraid of them.

    It was a beautiful, fascinating, and, to me at the time, horrible thing to behold.

    I was, in those days, in the thick of my ED, restricting heavily, underweight, and super stressed (as I always have been, and continue to be, 15 years later) about not being good enough. So watching this girl be so comfortable in her own skin made me positively sick: sick because how dare anyone be okay with being fat and nerdy! Those were cardinal sins! And sick with envy, because why couldn’t I ever be so comfortable with myself? How did she do it? What was her secret?

    In the early days, freshman year, my socially awkward ass glommed right onto her, because her big personality and the way she could carry a conversation made her easy to be around. (Also, tbh, my ED was always appeased when it was in the company of people who were bigger than myself; so she made me comfortable on several levels.) I followed her around; I became friends with some of the people she was friends with. Sophomore year, she and another girl, the third member of what I thought of as our little trio, invited me to join them in sharing a suite with a fourth girl (who was around so little that I barely remember her). It sounded like a good arrangement. I had my own bedroom, as did the mystery girl, while my two friends, who were always closer to each other than I was to either of them, shared a bedroom; and we all shared a common room with a kitchenette and bathroom. It should have been a great year!

    But I was really sick that year. And when sick, I shut down and shut people out. My suitemates had brought a large TV to set up in the common room, which pissed me off, because obviously worthy, deserving people only read great literature or made art for fun; only fat losers would need a big TV, and I didn’t want to be a fat loser; how dare they be so shameless about it! And it pissed me off even more when they would invite a whole crowd of annoying friends (actually, this was a great group of really cool individuals: the campus weirdos, i.e. pretty much the only eight to ten kids on campus who weren’t involved in Greek Life; there was this little inherited joke, that we few were members of the elite “ΓΔΙ”, Gamma Delta Iota, i.e. “G**damn Independent,” lol; in the very early days, before I sank so deeply into my sickness and horribleness, I actually enjoyed and was proud to belong to this crowd of friends) over to the common area late into the night to play noisy video games on this stupid TV, such as Rock Band. Only a cardboard-thin wall divided my pillow from that stupid plastic drumset that they’d pound away on late into the night. Be a decent human, I thought bitterly! Learn to play the real drums, if you want to drum something! Losers! And they’d play the same annoying songs over and over! To this day, “Float On” by Modest Mouse gets me triggered AF.

    I was just so irritated. I’d get irritated by my suitemates’ sanitary products, disposed of in our shared bathroom trash can. How vile, how bodily, how shameless! How dare they have the nerve to menstruate! Of course, I never voiced any of these hateful thoughts or complained about the noise or the smells or anything. I just cast passive-aggressive stares at them when passing through on my way to or from the bathroom, and all the while sank deeper and deeper into my bitter little stew, and isolated as much as I could, never joining them anymore, no matter how often they invited me.

    But even though I was a terrible person and a terrible friend, my suite-mates tried to take care of me and look out for me. One night in the common area of our suite, they and a couple of the friends from down the hall had a little intervention on me. We think you have an eating disorder, they said. I was so mortified that I don’t remember how I reacted – stiffly, coldly, brushing them off, probably – but in my head, I was like: yeah, no shit! I’ve had it for like seven years, leave me alone about it, you’re just making it worse! I gave everyone in that circle an even colder shoulder, after that.

    That must have been in the spring. Earlier in the year, I had signed on to rent an apartment with the two friends, the following year: a really nice little apartment just across the street from our dormitory. I’d toured the place with them, met the landlords, even cut a check for the deposit and signed the lease. But at this point, living with these girls any longer had become simply unthinkable. So I did a shitty thing. I dropped out of the lease agreement at the last minute, forcing them to have to scramble for a third roommate. I found an efficiency apartment a short bike ride away from campus, and signed the lease by myself. Finally: for junior year, a place to drink and puke and starve and rot in privacy, unbothered by concerned friends.

    That girl and I stayed loosely in touch – she and the other friend never expressed any hard feelings, about me breaking the lease, or any of it, and we were still on pleasant terms, if we crossed paths on campus – but, we were not really friends anymore. After I had my little crisis and dropped out of that school, two-thirds of the way through junior year, we were still connected on Facebook; but I eventually deleted her, as well as all of my other connections from that university, and since that point, I don’t know what became of her or how she’s doing.

    Of course, I did sorrowfully Google-stalk her a couple times. I think she got married, at some point, to the guy she was dating there at school: a fellow nerd and a gamer, a big quiet but funny guy, a year or two our senior. I think I saw she had a LinkedIn profile and a decent-sounding career. No surprise there. Nothing ever seemed to hold her back from doing things she wanted to do. She was crafty, good with her hands, brainy, productive (even though she enjoyed loafing on the couch with video games, she also had a lot of cool hobbies, like fashion design, theater, reading, and some kind of needlework if I remember correctly, and she was a member of various clubs), and never seemed to struggle with self-promotion or teamwork. Wherever she is these days, I’m willing to bet she’s thriving in her work life.

    And I hope she’s doing well. I remember her as a genuinely honest, humble, and, yes, incredibly confident person, who made other people feel more comfortable in their own skins just by being around her. She was neither cocky nor boastful nor full of herself, nor was she ooey-gooey nice or kind or especially charitable or saintly or anything; she was just thoroughly, unapologetically herself. Many times over the years since we’ve lost touch, I’ve thought of her and contemplated her wisdom and told myself: I should try to emulate her; I should make that a goal, just for today. Be more like her, I tell myself. I always fall short, and will probably never really have her confidence; but, what a rare person, what an exceptional specimen of humanity, what a role model. I wonder sometimes if maybe that is what a saint is: not someone who follows all the rules perfectly, but someone who is really, thoroughly, shamelessly the person that God made them to be, gross feelings and gross habits and all.

    Of course, I guess it is possible that she was never that confident at all. Maybe she was actually really insecure on the inside. We can never really know another person, can we? Maybe she had social anxiety or hated her body, and was just better at faking it, at putting on a brave face, than I ever was. I was never lucky enough to know her that well, I realize in retrospect; I was just a leech, looking for some positive energy to feed on because I had none of my own. I wish that sometimes there were some way I could apologize to her for the way that I was back then – but, true to form, I remain too ashamed.

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