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  • Rediscovering reading

    April 10th, 2026

    There will never be a good time, so now’s as good a time as any. It’s time for me to get back into reading.

    Believe it or not, I used to be an avid reader. For the first thirty years of my life, I read all the time! I was never not reading for fun. I love books, stories, prose, poetry, and literature — always have.

    But in the past few years, it seems like I’ve barely read for pleasure at all. What happened to me?

    A few things. Mainly: I had kids. Four of them, in what strangers in public like to describe to me as “stair-stepper” fashion. My youngest is currently nine months, my oldest is six years. So, it’s been busy.

    But other moms manage to make time to read for fun. Why haven’t I?

    As you know if you read this blog, I’m someone who’s constantly plagued by a sense of “I should be doing something better,” “I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much,” “is this the most ethical way to do this,” et cetera. This inner voice has gotten much louder and more talkative since I converted to Catholicism and began to get serious about living an upright life. I don’t have much of an innate sense of balance, regarding moral questions. I’m an addict, I tend to extremes. Sometimes it goes haywire.

    Which has kinda thrown a wrench in my relationship with reading.

    For the past few years, I have a hard time reading just for pleasure. I have such limited free time, and when I do have free time I usually end up writing things. I figure if I’m gonna pick up a book, it should be for some purpose. Something edifying. Sacred Scripture or the Lives of the Saints or a parenting book or some saintly book. If I must read a novel, it should be one of The Classics. Something beautiful and holy. There are so many great books in the Western Canon. We have a responsibility to read beautiful, important works and to fill our brains with good content. I truly believe that.

    And so whenever I go to the library (which is not as often as it used to be, because solo-parenting four small kids in a public library is a fucking marathon and always leaves me sweaty and anxious and mortified and completely drained, emotionally, mentally, and physically, for the rest of the day), I find myself just kind of paralyzed. Which Great Classic Work should I make myself read? Where to begin? — ah, who am I kidding, I’m not gonna make time for something difficult; may as well just not check out anything; and besides, back at home I have like six books on Catholic stuff, Catholic parenting and homeschooling, that I’m only a third of the way through! (On my limited budget, these are the only kinds of books I actually spend money on: the important ones.)

    Don’t get me wrong. Like I said, I do love literature. Always have. I like dense and wordy books. In high school, I read the complete works of Nathaniel Hawthorne and Ivanhoe for fun. In college, I was majoring in German Lit. I’ve always been a book person, since childhood. Like 3-4 of my many tattoos are literary references. One of my all-time favorite authors is Donna Tartt (The Secret History, amirite?!). I loved The Mysteries of Udolpho too. Before getting pregnant, I read the entire works of David Foster Wallace, and have read Infinite Jest three times start to finish. I genuinely love it. I love long sentences and beautiful language and profound stories.

    It’s just, I feel like, in recent years, my mental energy has been depleted, and I haven’t had the capacity or the energy.

    I have read some, in recent years. Some guilty pleasure material: I read all of Canterwood Crest (Jessica Burkhart), and re-read Riding Academy (Alison Hart). I’ve read just about everything by Shari Lapena; her books are dangerously addictive, proceed with caution. I read The Haunting of Hill House, after watching the show. And, also, some more “highbrow” works: notably: Kingdoms of Savannah by George Dawes Green; The Bee Sting by Paul Murray; Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh, all of which I did truly enjoy (the former two being new works by old favorite authors, and the latter being more of an “I should really read this because everyone says it’s such an important work of Catholic literature”-choice, which surprised me by being, of all things, a gay love story).

    But these were aberrations. And barely a fraction of as much as I used to read. And honestly, the busier I get, the less I read. The pattern keeps devolving.

    Part of it is also that my beloved husband is more of a TV/movie guy than a book guy. He’s the one who got me into TV as a storytelling medium — I never really cared for shows, before, and would never have even wanted a TV in our house, but he insisted. And he showed me the light. I love TV now. There are so many good TV shows. Tv has become a big part of my life. And, in the limited time that we have together, my husband and I like to do something we can do together, to relax: we watch TV. It’s something we can share in real time. It helps us both turn our brains off at the end of an exhausting day.

    I know, I know: “just listen to audiobooks together!” Maybe we should. Maybe this is an excuse, but I kind of don’t like audiobooks. The reader’s voice and inflections can be so distracting and affect my experience of the story. I prefer the privacy of my own brain. Also, for end-of-day relaxation, I prefer something with a visual element, because I also like to snack at night, and don’t like to be looked at while snacking (weird ED layover habit), so it’s nice to have something to look at besides each other’s faces.

    So: I avoid reading for pleasure, and find myself just watching TV, blogging or writing little stories, or just scrolling the internet for fun, when I have time for fun.

    Which is a shame!

    A few things lately have moved me to get back into reading. For one: a bunch of you lovely people here on WordPress are always blogging about what you’re reading, and it makes me jealous. I can do that, too!, I exclaim pitifully in my head, stamping my little foot. I’m smart too! (Spoiler: I’m not.)

    For two: my sister, whom I’ve always looked up to and kind of copycatted whether consciously or unconsciously, is a reader, and spending more time with her in the past year or so has inspired me to (once again) copycat her. To be cool like her. She’s a busy mom too, and she reads The Classics for fun! Why can’t I be like that?! Textbook sycophant little sister behavior.

    For three, I know you can’t really be a writer unless you read. Anyone who says otherwise is being lazy and conceited. And, silly as it sounds, I still like to think of myself as a “writer.”

    Four, and this is the main reason: I also just honestly miss it. Reading books is fun! Insanely fun. It really added to my life, much more than scrolling Instagram or reading Reddit or talking to ChatGPT.

    So: it’s time.

    The other day, while at the library with my kids, I decided: today’s the day. I’m going to get back into reading. Edifying or not, holy or not, I need to get back into reading books. Because even if it’s not the Summa theologica or St. Augustine’s Confessions, at least it’s better than staring into this accursed internet rectangle and becoming a drooling dead-eyed slave to The Algorithm.

    I’ll even post my little discoveries on this stupid blog, because I too can be a book blogger, dammit!

    So I asked Dr. Chat to recommend some authors, picked a couple at random, and grabbed a couple other random things off the shelf, and now, a couple days in, I am already back at it.

    Stay tuned for upcoming posts to hear about what I’m getting into.

  • Back when I used to play The Sims,

    April 9th, 2026

    the funnest part, by far, was creating new Sims: choosing their name, appearance, outfits, personality, voice, strengths & weaknesses, basic relationships, & etc. I’d spend so much time on this, on figuring out who my Sim was. It was pure molten fun, almost too much fun. I get a little ghost of a thrill even remembering the Create A Sim screen and its little elevator music.

    Designing and building the Sim’s home — that part was exciting, initially, but it got boring quickly. All that constructing, shopping, installing, color-coordinating, making sure things were in the correct places: it got kind of tedious. I’d often rush through it, towards the end.

    And then, the game itself: actually playing. Doing life. Events, occurrences, interactions, incidents. Eh; that was cool and all, but significantly less thrilling than making a new Sim. I’d often get bored with the action and just go back to the drawing board to start over with a new character. Designing the Sims themselves, that was the most engaging, and for me the most time-consuming part – the one part that I was a perfectionist about.

    Sometimes, I get the sense I’m doing this same exact thing with my actual life. Spending all my time trying to figure out the character, rather than just playing the game.

    Look at this blog. All this navel-gazey business of “figuring out who I am.” Questions that keep me up at night. My thoughts. “About Me.” Look at me, I am this way, I am that way. Personality typology. Daily prompts. What is going on in my brain. I am this, I am not that, I hate this, I love that, and why? Even writing this post, right now, I’m doing the thing. I’m still in Create A Sim, at 36.

    Maybe this is a bad way to be? Maybe this is the wrong way to play the game? I wonder if after I’m dead I’ll look back on my earthly life and go “damn!, I spent all that time figuring out the character, and so little time being her. Did I even play? Where was the action? What was the plot?”

    But on the other hand, ya know, maybe, this is how I be this character. Our society loves doers, but thinkers are just as valid, aren’t we? Maybe this is an okay way to exist. I do love a good character-driven story; plot is, after all, overrated. And I mean, The Sims was a game with neither plot nor rules, after all. I think that’s why my brain liked it.

  • Ultimate Baking Championship Season One Episode Five: Mith Reacts

    April 8th, 2026

    CAUTION: CONTAINS SPOILERS for Ultimate Baking Championship!!

    It’s like nothing surprises me anymore, in this show, after we lost Robert a couple weeks ago.

    Casey, who was the only one with two wins, and has been consistently really strong, serving a “disaster” of a collapsed cake in the first challenge, and then getting sent home? Not a surprise.

    Clement, who’s one of the absolute best, only scoring 11 points out of 20 in the skills challenge, even though his blueberry looked fantastic? Not really a surprise.

    Adalberto, who’s been in the bottom consistently, having a great week and actually tieing with Juan and Molly in the Master Challenge? – Actually, this was a pleasant surprise! I was so glad to see Adalberto make a comeback. That black forest cake looked phenomenal! Keep it up, Adalberto, we’re cheering for you!

    (I still miss Robert, though. This just isn’t right without him. He’s supposed to still be here.)

    But, look at Christopher stepping into the spotlight! The first contestant on this show to get a PERFECT score on anything – okay, Chris! We see you. I was so pleased for him; that panna cotta dessert that he made was really a masterpiece. Watching Duff and Zac lavish praises upon it, was the most satisfying moment of the night. Wow. I was beginning to think maybe the judges just didn’t award perfect scores on principle. Even though Chris only placed fifth in the Master Challenge, this victory carried him through to win the whole night.

    Florencia seems to have just scraped by again. I’m a bit worried about her. Both of her desserts were good (and her second one was jaw-droppingly beautiful, with that immaculate mirror glaze and chocolate ball on top, encircled in a rustic tart shell – “a study in dichotomy,” as Duff said), but, regarding the actual flavors and textures, she failed to really “innovate” either the gas station coffee cake or the Sachertorte. She’s clearly very good. I hope she has a great week next week.

    And, Molly and Juan: they were amazing as usual, nothing new to report there.

    Finally, just for lols: at the beginning of the show, when they were doing the recap of last week, my husband paused the TV to talk to me about something, and froze the screen on an image of poor Rochelle looking distressed; here’s a very silly, very unflattering little doodle that I did of her face while listening to my husband talk (sorry, Rochelle):

    Anyway, HERE’S THE RECAP:

    Skills Challenge: Innovating Gas Station Treats: contestants got to choose their item to innovate in order of last week’s leaderbord, so Molly went first. Points awarded out of 20.

    • Molly: peanut butter pretzels → Peanut Butter Pretzel Petit Gateau w/ peanut butter mousse & cookie made w/ pretzel flour
    • Florencia: coffee cake → Coffee Cake w/ Tiramisu Bombe
    • Juan: oatmeal cream pie → Deconstructed Oatmeal Cream Pie w/ cookie crunch & cream cheese mousse
    • Casey: chocolate cupcake → Seven-Layer Chocolate Cake w/ ganache & marshmallow cream
    • Chris: toasted corn kernels → Toasted Corn Panna Cotta w/ candied corn, pickled corn, popped sorghum, & fried corn silk
    • Clement: blueberry muffin → Blueberry Trompe L’oeil w/ muffin in the middle
    • Adalberto: Snoball → Double Cappuccino Namelaka w/ chocolate butter cookies

    SKILLS CHALLENGE STATS: Chris 20; Juan 16; Molly 13; Adalberto 12; Florencia 11; Clement 11; Casey 8.

    Master Challenge: Innovataing International Favorites to uniquely reflect “you”: randomly assigned, points awarded out of 30. Blind judging.

    • Chris: Tarte Tatin → Creme Fraiche Cake in Caramelized Puff Pastry w/ caramel mousse, caramelized apples, apples poached in cider and red wine, & apple gelee
    • Casey: Opera Cake → Macaron Wreath w/ Hazelnut Joconde Sponge, coffee buttercream, mini macarons, & chocolate ganache
    • Clement: Princess Cake → Princess Cake Layered Entremet w/ vanilla sponge, marzipan pastry cream, raspberry compote, whipped creame rose, & sugar dome
    • Juan: Baklava → Phyllo Pudding w/ Pistachio Sponge, kataifi crumble, pistachio praline, & honey-yogurt mousse
    • Molly: Banana Cream Pie → Banana Entremet w/ vanilla pastry cream, banana jam insert, feulletine base, blond chocolate mousse, & banana tuille
    • Florencia: Sachertorte → Sachertorte in chocolate tart shell w/ peach & apricot jams, chocolate mousse, salty chocolate crumble, mirror glaze, & chocolate sphere décor
    • Adalberto: Black Forest Cake → Pate a Choux Crown w/ cherry compote, chooclate buttercream, cherry liqueur ganache, & cherry chantilly

    MASTER CHALLENGE STATS: Clement 27; Adalberto 26; Juan 26; Molly 26; Chris 24; Florencia 22; Casey 20.

    Winner: Christopher

    Sent Home: Casey

    A dessert is called “sexy”: 0 times (running total: 3)

    Superlatives from the judges: 0 (running total 1)

    Dead family members mentioned: 1, Casey’s grandma (running total 2)

    Duff’s gaping maw spotted: 2 times (running total 12)

    The dessert that I would most have liked to eat: Molly’s peanut butter pretzel petit gateau

    Wins so far: Christopher (1), Juan (1), Molly (1), Casey (2)

  • The “Health & Fitness” Craze is Modern-Day Idol Worship.

    April 6th, 2026

    I admit, the idea for this post was not really my own. My sister, who’s much smarter than I, idly mentioned to me a few months back that it had occurred to her that our modern culture’s obsession with “health” (i.e. diet, exercise, & weight management) is analogous to religion in medieval culture. That, for us nowadays, “health” and “fitness” are basically our substitute for God.

    And I’ve been mulling over that for a while, and I think it’s really true. And, tbh, really messed up.

    “But Mith,” you may be saying, “health is so important! It’s a great thing to care deeply about.”

    Of course health is very important! But “health,” in the classic sense, does not mean the things that people today have been led to believe it means.

    A person is physically healthy if they’re: basically eating a pretty balanced diet, they’re at a pretty normal weight, their body does what it’s supposed to do without issue, and they don’t have any serious illnesses or glaring physical problems or abnormalities. Things like: taking a walk to get some fresh air and aid digestion. Staying generally active to keep your strength up. That’s a pretty general picture of “health,” right, and a pretty good standard.

    But these days, physical “health” means: thinness, intentional muscle building, macro- and micronutrients, weight lifting (with perfect form), striving for the ideal body shape, whole foods, protein maxxing, intermittent fasting, skinniness, creatine, pedometers, BMI, this that and the other ratio, gym memberships, thinness, personal trainers, expensive name-brand water bottles, expensive skincare products to reduce the appearance of aging, thinness, expensive all-natural organic locally-grown this that and the other, being skinny, looking “sexy” into your fifties and sixties and beyond, being skinny, being as thin as possible, and so on and so on and so on. All of this is pretty newfangled and trendy. And I don’t think it really has much to do with “health.”

    Like, people online are seriously out here calling fashion model Ashley Graham “morbidly obese” and “unhealthy” — when she is not only insanely beautiful, but also an objectively average body size. (And I don’t mean “average for an American woman,” because in America our “average” is heavily skewed due to how many of us actually are obese; I mean average for a healthy human woman regardless of context.)

    WTF. Where is this skewed, exaggerated definition of “health” coming from? And why are we so obsessed with it that we treat it like our religion?

    It comes from companies who want our money. That’s what it comes down to.

    Every time I see someone calling someone like Ashley Graham “morbidly obese,” I see someone who’s completely brainwashed, who’s fallen prey to the money-grabbing schemes of the corporations, the retailers, the advertisers, the content creators.

    No shame. Most of us do fall for it, at some point, to some extent. I fell for it myself, as a kid, with disastrous consequences. As so many of us do.

    It’s really only recently that I’m coming to this realization that this obsession with Health is just a modern-day paganism – it’s idol worship. It’s a hypnosis induced by another flashy advertisement for some product that neither I, nor anyone (except maybe high-level athletes, ballerinas, bodybuilders, etc.) actually needs. It’s really pathetic.

    “But Mith, my body feels great when I lift weights and proteinmaxx and drink my weird little fitness smoothies and count macros and–” OK cool! great! You do you. But let’s stop telling everyone they need to do all of this, because all of this is not normal. And it’s not necessary.

    Most people feel just fine eating a normal (i.e. not an Instagram influencer’s) diet, at a normal (i.e. not a runway model’s) size, exercising a normal (i.e. not what Big Gym tells you is “normal”) amount. Sure: maybe they’d have a bit more energy if they lifted weights and proteinmaxxed and etc., but would that boost really be significant enough to be worth the sacrifice of your precious free time, of making it a whole obsession, as if your life depends on it?

    That’s not health. Health is about so much more than how skinny you are and how much weight you can lift.

    All these greedy vendors trying to get our attention with alluring images of this extreme, exaggerated, unrealistic ideal of “Health” – it’s all a lie.

    It’s like if they tried to tell us we’re not really “eating food” unless we’re eating Wagyu beef steaks and caviar every single day. “Don’t have these? You have nothing to eat! You’re literally starving!” Or if they tried to tell us we’re not really “driving a car” unless we’re in a Lamborghini. Or if they tried to tell us we don’t really “live in a house” unless that house is 5,000 square feet and outfitted with all the trendiest finishes and the latest energy-efficient amenities. “Anything less is simply not a house! You’re literally homeless!” See how absurd that is? This is how stupid you look when you call someone like Ashley Graham “unhealthy” because she has visible fat on her body instead of just pure rock-hard muscle and bone.

    People make so much money off of telling us we’re not good enough and we should hate our bodies. Don’t even get me started on the anti-aging industry.

    I know that for some of you this is old news – you’ve been trying to tell us for years! But it’s really only just sinking in for me now, now that I’m 36 and long past the age of any hope of sexual desirability by conventional standards. I begin to see it now: neither you nor I will ever be “healthy” nor “pretty” enough.

    I’m realizing how true it is that, by these modern standards that we idolize, no one will ever be healthy enough – and anything perceived as “unhealthy,” any deviation from this strict standard, is cast as a moral failing!

    It really is a religion, for so many people! The analogy is plain to see. How did we get like this?

    This health cult is a societal disease in itself!

    I’m no expert, but if I had to guess, I think this disease is the result of (1) our Godlessnes as a society — our lack of an actual, real religion, and (2) our fast-paced post-industrial world, in which everyone’s expected to chase dollars and sell things and appeal to the masses, and (3) the modern media: the internet and social media, of course, but before that there were magazines and TV and tabloids and all.

    The most important of these factors is (1), because it’s our Godlessness that leads us to fall into the traps of (2) and (3).

    And also, because living without any real religion leads us to have an inordinate fear of death.

    We’re deeply horrified by the vulnerability of our bodies. We refuse to accept that they are dust and to dust they shall return, sooner rather than later. We’ll kick and scream and do whatever we can to try and wrestle against that truth, to lengthen this earthly life, because we believe it’s all we have and when this is done, it’s done: curtains, lights out, party’s over.

    That’s not a healthy perception of life and death. Our bodies, even the ones that are celebrated as so “fit” and “sexy” and “healthy,” are vulnerable! We’re all susceptible to disease and death, and no amount of time spent in the gym, no step count nor perfect macros, can change that.

    Case in point: I once worked with this girl, an absolutely lovely girl, really smart and funny and fun to hangout with, a hard worker and a really likeable social butterfly, who also happened to be ridiculously hot: petite and tiny, super “fit,” maybe ninety pounds soaking wet, she looked like an Instagram model, and indeed, she was a former competitive cheerleader, so her body looked about as close to “perfect” as can be, by today’s conventional standards. All the men in the workplace fawned over her. And of course a part of me envied her body.

    — That is, until I got to know her a bit better, and learned that she was being treated for a persistent cancer: colorectal cancer, in fact, which gave her all kinds of gory symptoms and painful trips to the bathroom and sometimes gave her uncontrollable diarrhea (she often laughed with us coworkers about these incidents, including an anecdote about shitting herself in a grocery store once; I guess if you can’t laugh, all you can do is cry). She’d gone through chemo before, and was getting ready to do it again soon. And shortly after we fell out of touch, I learned through the grapevine that this cancer, and its treatments, had caused her to tragically lose a pregnancy late in the second trimester.

    Needless to say I no longer envied her body. I just felt bad for her. I’d rather have my sturdy, unsexy, healthy body any day than her beautiful sick one!

    See? If you saw her on the street, you’d look at this petite girl and go “wow! She’s so healthy!” But she was actually not healthy at all!

    So what is this idea of health? It’s a false idol, is what it is, and we’re all fools, enslaved by it.

    Sure, being overweight is generally bad. I’m not one of those “health at any size,” “body-positive” advocates. That’s silly. Being too big is bad for your health, and if you are obese, you need a lifestyle change. That’s a simple truth.

    But let’s not conflate that with “anyone with any visible fat on their body is a failure and a loser and deserves to be scorned and shunned” – to be excommunicated, if you will, from this Church of Health and Fitness.

    It’s idol worship. It’s futile, it’s pathetic, and if you’ve fallen for it, I’m sorry, and if you’re out there perpetuating it, I’m embarrassed for you.

    Let’s do better. Let’s return to the one true religion — or at the very least, let’s open our eyes and climb up out of this Plato’s cave that we’re trapped in.

    Because living like this, worshipping this ridiculous extreme, offering it the bloody sacrifice of our hard-earned money, our limited time, our very self-worth – it’s not good. It isn’t (wait for it!:) healthy.

  • The Worst Movie I’ve Ever Seen

    April 2nd, 2026

    CAUTION: SPOILERS for the movie Calvary (2014).

    TW: the movie I’m discussing in this post deals with some extremely uncomfortable topics, such as clerical sex abuse, other terrible things happening to children and animals, suicide/self-harm, marital infidelity, & etc.

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    Calvary (2014): while watching it, and for about a day afterwards, I firmly believed that it was the worst, most miserable, most pointless movie that I’d ever seen. I was, in fact, royally pissed that I’d given it an hour and forty-two minutes of my life, an hour and forty-two minutes that I’d never get back.

    But upon reflection, I think it’s actually a really good movie.

    Not an enjoyable one – I absolutely do not care to watch it again, and I can’t say I “recommend” it – but, a good and important one.

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    To be fair, the movie made it clear from the very first line what kind of movie it was going to be. It literally opens with a scene of a dude walking into the confessional and just immediately telling the priest: “I first tasted semen when I was seven years old.” – … oh. okay. This is gonna be that kind of movie. They make it abundantly clear right from the get-go. If you’re not mentally prepared to watch that kind of movie, which I was not, then this is where you realize what the movie’s about, and turn it off. I could have just turned it off.

    Why didn’t I? Not for any noble reason. I kept watching because my husband had paid money, actual money, for us to watch it. We virtually never shell out for those rent-to-own movies, because why should we have to pay additional money when we’re already paying for the damn streaming service? But this time, my sweet husband was really eager to try and find a movie that I would love, because it’d been a while since we’d found a show or movie that really did it for me. He’d scoured the internet, grilled ChatGPT relentlessly, researching titles, narrowing down options, and finally found this one, Calvary, from 2014. It looked like something worth paying for.

    Based on the descriptions, it ticked a ton of boxes for “things Mith loves in a movie”: slow-paced, character-driven, thought-provoking, human drama, beautiful Irish scenery, Catholic themes. It sounded so promising!

    But then… it was just misery upon misery. Just senseless torture from start to finish. As if the creators challenged themselves: “how can we completely ruin the audience’s day?” “How can we take a normal, healthy viewer and turn her into a clinically depressed and anxious one?” “How can we paint as grim a portrait of human nature as humanly possible in an hour and forty-two minutes??”

    Like there was one scene where the protagonist, the priest, was just sitting in a pub minding his own business, and some dude comes up to him and is like “hey, I heard this horrible thing one time…” and proceeds to relate the most disturbing anecdote I personally have ever heard; I won’t go into details here, because you don’t need that in your life today, but suffice it to say that it had to do with a three-year-old boy suffering intensely. (As the mother of a three-year-old boy, I lost a lot of sleep that night, and had to do some research into whether such a horrible thing were even medically possible; technically, it is, albeit extremely unlikely.) To which our protagonist, understandably enraged, just kind of pauses and stares, and then replies: “WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME THAT?!” and the dude just kinda grins and shrugs.

    That is exactly how I felt watching this whole movie! The protagonist, in this moment, is me, the viewer. I was pissed! Because why?? “Why would you show me that?!”

    It didn’t sink in until later that there actually is a reason why the filmmakers decided to inflict such suffering. An important reason. And it goes back, once again, to the very first line of the movie.

    This is a movie about sexual abuse of children. – Think about it: why even watch a movie about such an unspeakably horrible thing? Isn’t a movie supposed to be entertaining?

    I remember one time back in college, in one of my writing classes – journalism, maybe – a professor assigning us an article to read and analyze, about some horrible thing that had happened to someone: a house fire or something tragic, just a real downer, I can’t remember exactly. And after we read it, the professor asked us: “now, why did we even read this? Why read, or write about, something so horrible? Any ideas?”

    No one raised their hand right away, so I slowly, shakily raised mine. (I loathe speaking in public, but absolutely love the thrill of answering a question correctly, so, it always put me in this weird tense emotional state, when I knew the answer to a teacher’s question.) “As an act of service to the victims,” I said, or something like that. “The same reason we read holocaust literature. To share in their suffering. It honors what those people went through.”

    Professor was, I remember, very pleased with that answer. (I, as a 36-year-old mom, am still chasing the high of being praised by English teachers and writing professors.) We read/watch stories about victims of horrific suffering as an act of service to those victims – to share in their suffering. Because what else can we meaningfully do for them?

    And so, what would a movie about sexual abuse of children even be, if it didn’t inflict senseless suffering upon the viewer? It would be an insult to the real-life victims.

    To try and put a cheesy, happy “but everything’s really okay and all people are really well-intentioned on the inside and everyone’s a victim after all so let’s try and have compassion”-type of spin on this story, would be a huge injustice to those whose lives were destroyed.

    And yeah, the movie did offer one tiny little slightly-redemptive thread, with the widowed woman on the airplane at the end, and the implied forgiveness in the very last scene where the daughter goes to visit her father’s murderer in prison. But still, it can hardly be said to be “uplifting” or “hopeful.” And that’s correct; it shouldn’t be.

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    The depictions of Catholicism bothered me, too. All the priests and even the bishop were made to look like disingenuous flakes who didn’t really believe in any of the actual teachings of the Catholic Church; there was no actual faith. What we saw was a picture of a Church that’s entirely lost sight of its purpose. It appears hopeless. The burning of the church at the end is actually a very apt metaphor.

    Which upset me, of course. That is not the Church that I attend on Sundays! My parish priests are not like that. That is not the faith that I’m familiar with! – But, if we look at this through the lens of the suffering of the victims of clerical sex abuse, then yeah, of course this is accurate; this is the picture of the Church that we, as Catholics, have shown them, and by our actions and indifference have convinced them is true.

    Which brings me to one of the most interesting moments, that upset me the most and in retrospect is one of the most powerful: before the guy shoots the priest, he denies killing the dog (apparently it was the bartender that did that, I missed the clues), and then he asks the priest “were you sad, when your dog was killed? Did you cry?” Yes, of course he did. “What about when you read in the newspapers about what your fellow priests had done to those kids? Did you cry then?”

    …

    No.

    And then he kills him.

    It’s just human nature though, isn’t it? The death of one is a tragedy, especially if it’s one of our own; the death (or suffering) of many, especially those we don’t personally know, just becomes a statistic, in our mind. Even if we are genuinely compassionate people and deeply disturbed or even horrified by the news, most of us aren’t likely to weep over it the way we would over the loss of a dear friend. That’s just normal. So our priest did not deserve to die.

    But that’s the whole point, isn’t it. Christ didn’t deserve to die. A priest’s job is to live as Christ in the world. Christ willingly took on the punishment for our sins, and voluntarily went to his death, accepting that punishment.

    Which is exactly what our protagonist does. He may not be an exemplary Catholic priest or represent the whole faith well, but he does certainly model Christ in this way. He was told that he was going to be killed for the sins of his brethren, and instead of resisting, he accepted. He saw all the sins and ugliness of mankind (that’s the whole plot of the movie: him seeing how ugly mankind is), and chose to die anyway. Christ died for us in spite of our ugliness, but in the case of our protagonist, I think seeing the depth of that ugliness actually made him all the more willing to die; like, it was so far gone, what else could he do?

    “A spotless victim” – the dude in the beginning even says, “no point killing a bad priest, I need to kill a good one.” The unblemished lamb must be sacrificed.

    An interesting premise, right? And there are all these other parallels to the Passion story: the characters Simon and Veronica, for one, and you could even argue that his daughter, whom he meets up with during the course of this week leading up to his death, is sort of a Mary figure. I didn’t notice all of these until after watching the movie, when I was lying there in bed pissed off and trying not to think about it but unable to think of anything else.

    So, I think it accomplished what it set out to do. I think it’s actually a really good movie. Enjoyable? Hell no. Important and well done? Absolutely. Do I recommend it? Again, hell no.

    But, also, maybe kind of yes, if you’re mentally prepared and think you can stomach it.

    — Although, the children who were abused, did they get to be “mentally prepared”? Did they get to be “ready”? They didn’t get a “TW”, did they? – so, yeah, you know what, on that note, maybe I do recommend it. Maybe we should all watch it and suffer; it’s the least we can do, as fellow humans, isn’t it?

  • Ultimate Baking Championship Season One Episode Four: Mith Reacts

    April 1st, 2026

    CAUTION: CONTAINS SPOILERS for Ultimate Baking Championship!!

    Four weeks in, what do we think of the rotating guest judges, friends? Guest judge tonight was Bryan Ford, whom if you’re a baking show addict like me you may remember we saw as a judge on Sandra Lee’s Blue Ribbon Baking Championship a couple years ago – which, that was one of the best baking shows that’s come out recently! When are they going to do a second season? Bryan was an excellent judge on that show, and it was nice to see him back at it again. Since that show, he’s published a cookbook and he and his ridiculously-gorgeous wife have had a baby, hurray! I’m a fan of his.

    Although personally, I do miss the familiar, regular panel of Duff, Nancy, and Kardea; but, I also kind of like seeing these illustrious guest judges come and go; it adds to the high-end, fast-paced feel of the show, and keeps things unpredictable.

    Anyway, the highlights of tonight were Juan and Christopher being best bros, and Rochelle and Florencia being… the exact opposite.

    Apparently, Juan and Christopher used to work together, so they’re already friends and really good teammates. The whole theme of their pastry display was the story of their friendship, which was so adorable I just about died, like, they even made a little chocolate clock with mini-croissants for the numbers and set it to three o’clock, because that was when Juan’s shift would begin on the days that they worked together in the restaurant, HOW CUTE IS THAT. 😭🥰 I just love friendship, I love seeing people who are friends – it’s just such a cool and fascinating thing when two people just like each other for who they are and enjoy each other’s company. To make things even cuter, they both scored exactly 38 points; #twinning.

    Rochelle and Florencia, on the other hand… oof. As Adalberto observed while watching their judging, “this is torture. Torture.” It really was painful to watch them. And I’m sorry to say it, because I’m a fan of Rochelle, but it did kinda appear that Rochelle was the one being difficult to work with – the way she snapped at Florencia to “just worry about herself” when Florencia was trying to make sure their pastries would be approximately the same size. Ouch!

    To her credit, Rochelle did apologize later. And I can certainly understand how she must have felt; it would suck, for me, if I were already in some high-stress, highly-demanding situation and then, to make matters worse, had to cooperate with a teammate on something creative, ugh. I’m not a good team player, and apparently Rochelle also prefers her independence. This challenge threw off her vibe; her sweet croissant came out “bready,” and her savory one tight, flat, and dense. Florencia did a bit better and managed to stay safe.

    Meanwhile, “Girl Power” team Molly and Casey won the night – my girl Casey is now the only one with multiple victories! 🥳 She did a beautiful job, drawing inspiration from her Italian heritage; that raspberry cheesecake danish sounded dreamy.

    And Clement was predictably amazing, being an expert of laminated dough – Duff said his looked like a machine had made it. It was kinda hilarious to me, though, that he made a hot dog croissant for his savory pastry, lol! All this talk about the Frenchman being so good at pastry because it’s so quintessentially French and French this and French that and how very French it all is — and then he decides to stick an all-American hot dog in it! I guess his idea was to show the blending of his native culture with his new life in America. In any case, he certainly made it work.

    But I was disappointed that his teammate Adalberto didn’t do as well as he’d hoped. I keep wanting him to pull back into the lead! He was up there for a minute in a couple challenges in the first two episodes. Come on, Adalberto, we know you’ve got this!

    And tbh I’m still over here reeling from the loss of Robert. It just feels wrong that he’s not on this show anymore. I almost want them to pull a Spring Baking Championship Season 8 and “resurrect” him (remember that? My husband and I still joke about how stupid that was, lol).

    Vocab words I learned on tonight’s show: cacciatore, queso fundido, humita, duxelle-au-vent, flamiche, guajillo. It’s nice to still be surprised by a baking show, after all these years.

    HERE’S THE RECAP:

    Only One Challenge: Pastry Shop – Partners Challenge, teams randomly assigned: each team must create two dozen savory and two dozen sweet pastries with laminated dough, and a “pastry shop window” display to arrange them in. Flavors and theme must be cohesive. Points awarded out of 50.

    Casey & Molly: European theme

    • Casey: savory Italian ham and cheese croissant; sweet raspberry cheesecake danish
    • Molly: savory sun-dried tomato-mushroom cacciatore danish; sweet cannoli croissant

    Florencia & Rochelle: International theme

    • Rochelle: savory queso fundido guajillo croissant; sweet matcha yuzu croissant
    • Florencia: savory puff pastry mille foglie w/ caprese filling; sweet croissant w/ humita & blue cheese sauce

    Clement & Adalberto: Immigrant theme

    • Adalberto: savory open-face Cuban meat pie w/ picadillo filling; sweet croissant muffin w/ cream cheese & blueberry-lime filling
    • Clement: savory hot dog croissant; sweet brownie croissant crown

    Juan & Christopher: a testament to their bromance; as Juan said, “to honor the relationship that Chris & I have”

    • Juan: savory flamiche roll w/ bacon & leek; sweet chocolate pretzel caramel danish
    • Chris: savory mushroom duxelle-au-vent; sweet rice pudding-filled pastry w/ mango compote

    STATS:

    • Casey & Molly: 46/41
    • Chris & Juan: 38/38
    • Adalberto & Clement: 32/42
    • Florencia & Rochelle: 32/30

    Winner: Casey

    Sent Home: Rochelle

    A dessert is called “sexy”: 0 times (but we did get one “naughty”) (running total: 3)

    Superlatives from the judges: 0 (running total 1)

    Dead family members mentioned: 0 (running total 1)

    Duff’s gaping maw spotted: 2 times (running total 10)

    The dessert that I would most have liked to eat: Juan’s chocolate pretzel caramel danish! With that sponge and chocolate ganache.

    Wins so far: Casey (2), Juan (1), Molly (1)

  • TOP 10: TV characters as contestants on a baking competition show, Season Three

    March 31st, 2026

    It’s been a minute since I did one of these! If you’re a regular here, you may remember Season One and Season Two (and/or the Infinite Jest spinoff). Now that time has passed and I’ve watched a few more TV shows, it’s time for Season Three.

    Presenting our competitors:

    12. Aaron Corval from Run Away. Unfortunately, Aaron does not remain on the show, but suddenly, mysteriously disappears from the set halfway through the second challenge, leaving his station a mess the likes of which has never before been seen on this show; how did he even do that? He also somehow managed to steal an expensive stand mixer and quite a few bottles of imported vanilla beans. Automatic disqualification– although, he probably wouldn’t have made it very far had he remained, as his first cake was a sloppy disaster, like he didn’t even follow a recipe.

    11. JJ Maybank from Outer Banks. Although he’s a fan favorite, a good team player, and gets along swimmingly with Chance, who’s his same age, and although the whole South was cheering for him when he represented with flavors like banana pudding, peach-bourbon, and sweet potato, JJ predictably lacks the finesse and the elegance to really last in a competition like this.

    10. Karen Calhoun from The Watcher. After winning the first challenge this week on sheer luck, as an advantage Karen got to assign the flavors for the second challenge. She thought she was setting herself up for victory by selecting champagne (a flavor she knows quite well), but as anyone who watches these shows will know, champagne is a tough flavor to work with. Barely a ghost of a taste of champagne, in that beautiful cake. You could even say this decision came back to haunt her. She’ll miss hanging around Nile Jarvis, whose attention she was embarrassingly desperate for this whole time.

    9. Danny Cho from Beef. The judges appreciated his bold, Asian-inspired flavor choices, but cameras caught him sabotaging the other contestant’s desserts as they chilled in the deep freezer. Danny denies it fervently, but it seems like his rhythm is thrown off after that, and in the second challenge he managed to burn his cake to an inedible crisp.

    8. Chance from Castle Rock. Chance isn’t even sure how she got here. She doesn’t really do a lot of baking (not the domestic type), and her bakes are all very low-effort, but, all these other contestants somehow got kicked off before she did. She had fun partying with JJ but ever since his elimination she’s just been waiting to get sent home, and honestly seems annoyed that it’s taken this long.

    7. Josephine “Carrie” Murphy from All Her Fault. Josie could have won the whole thing. Her synesthesia makes her bakes really interesting conceptually, and her flavor combinations are always thoughtful and unexpected, like when challenged to create a three-tier cake, she made an ethereal kiwi-lime masterpiece filled with cucumber-mint mousse, because the number three is green; and when asked to create a lattice-topped pie, she filled it with caramelized banana and honeyed pecans because the word “lattice” tastes like breakfast cereal. She’s very driven, too, and a fierce competitor, but unfortunately, when the bottom three were her, Nile, and Cal, somehow the rich guys came out on top. It’s always like that, isn’t it.

    6. Nile Jarvis from The Beast In Me. A natural predator, he doesn’t even need the prize money but is simply in this competition because he wants to be the best. The judges and the viewers at home all fall for his charming personality, but alas, when he gets into a pinch towards the end of tonight’s second challenge, he loses his temper and ends up smashing his whole red velvet cake to a gory mess with a rolling pin, leaving it in a heap on his station and then pathetically trying to blame it on Misty, who just shrugs him off, unfazed. There’s really no coming back from that.

    5. Cal Bradford from Paradise. How could you not cheer for him? The quintessential Golden Retriever. Everyone loves his classic, rich, all-American flavors — chocolate chip cookie, apple pie, buttered popcorn — simple and clumsy as they may be at times. He’s also a great team player, and really shines in the team challenges. Tragically, his self-sacrificial nature is also his downfall, and he finally got eliminated because he spent the last thirty minutes helping Manousos and Sadie finish their pastries instead of working on his own.

    4. Barry from Barry. With his eye for precision and his unshakable stoicism in high-stress situations, he’s actually a really good baker. He especially shines in highly technical challenges where other contestants get overwhelmed. But he’s not great at decorating, and the judges have consistently found his desserts just a little…well, boring. Viewers are glad to see him go; people online all agree that there’s something creepy about him.

    And now, our three finalists:

    3. Sadie Dunhill from 11/22/63. She’s a phenomenal baker with a retro flair that the judges love; she bakes a mean pound cake, and is a master of gelatin. She’s probably actually the best baker here, and tbh should have won, if it were only about baking skills, which, come on, we all know that’s not the only thing being judged, on these shows.

    2. Misty Quigley from Yellowjackets. Misty is not only an extremely good baker, but also ruthless and insane, which works to her advantage in a competition like this. She may or may not have cheated several times to get here — tampering with Chance’s ingredients one, cranking up the temperature on Josie’s oven, et cetera — but no one can quite prove it. Her fellow competitors all hate her, at this point, and I think the judges are kind of afraid of her. Misty seems virtually undefeatable, but even she, with all her cunning powers and unscrupulous ways, comes in second to:

    1. Manousos Oviedo from Pluribus, our grand champion! This guy just cannot be stopped. Coming from such a humble background, his determination to defeat the powers that be in this Baking Championship has been unrivalled. No technical difficulty, no stroke of bad luck, no malicious meddling from a competitor, has been enough to slow him down. Not only that, but the judges have loved his use of Paraguayan flavors, such as dulce de leche, papaya, and creamy custards. What is he going to do with the prize money?: go sit alone in his house and not talk to anyone ever again.

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    Was it fair? Did the best man win? Which tv characters should compete next?

  • My favorite thing I saw on our family trip to the zoo this week

    March 27th, 2026

    was not any of the animals, but: the unsolicited kindness of other women: the solo one who, while walking the opposite direction, saw my three-year-old trip and fall, and stopped to make sure he was okay before proceeding on; the field trip chaperone who, in the cramped and stuffy indoor desert exhibit, noticed me trying to get through with a stroller and barked at her pack of unruly adolescent boys (who either didn’t see me or didn’t care) to move over, there’s a baby right there, and allowed me to pass; the older one in the ladies’ room who saw me trying to manage my four- and six-year-olds while also trying to change baby’s diaper, and asked me if there were anything I needed; the college lacrosse player in line for the restroom at sheetz, where we stopped on the way home, who noticed me holding my three-year-old and was the only one of her large group of teammates who allowed me to cut in front of her in line; and all the other moms pushing strollers and holding tiny hands who smiled at me in quiet acknowledgement as we crossed paths: I see all of you, God sees all of you, & I hope that He rewards you greatly. Because women who, for no reason at all other than plain & simple kindness, go out of their way to help other women as we try to navigate this hectic world: you really are, imo, some of His best ideas.

  • Ultimate Baking Championship Season One Episode Three: Mith Reacts

    March 24th, 2026

    CAUTION: CONTAINS SPOILERS for Ultimate Baking Championship!!

    “Go do the Boston skyline and mind your own business, okay?” – Robert to Juan, when Juan was casually checking in on the other team’s progress

    What an intense week! They claim that these themes are “randomly assigned,” but is it just me, or did tonight really seem like the creators had deliberately assigned certain desserts to certain contestants in order to maximize the drama.

    Like, in the Boston Cream Pie group: Christopher is literally from Boston, so this is personal for him and he has a lot of experience with it — but!, Juan’s boyfriend is also from Boston, and Juan makes him this cake all the time, and the couple even visited the famous hotel together recently – so, it’s a very personal dessert for him, too. Meanwhile, Adalberto made it personal by incorporating Cuban dark rum and a fierce determination to come back from his lackluster performance in the last two episodes.

    And in the Coconut Cream Pie group: Florencia had literally never made a single pie before in her life! Not a one! Excuse me but what?!? Why would you sign up to go on this huge American competition show and not even practice making an American pie crust once or twice before walking onto the set, lol? (I mean clearly she didn’t need to, though – she still made an amazing pie and nailed the textures!) Clement, also, is not a pie-maker; he’s French, and shamelessly asserted that the French do tarts instead, which are basically the same “but better.” And, since pie is unfamiliar to him, he seemed to actually be struggling to get his pie crust to work – it wasn’t looking good for him, for a few minutes there. Meanwhile, their competitor, Robert, has made zillions of pies, and not only that but hails from Miami and has grown up with coconut-flavored desserts — so he really seemed to have the edge here.

    And then, the Italian Rum Cake group: Casey, who comes from an Italian family and is very familiar with this dessert, was up against the adventurous Rochelle (and her chaotic evil alter-ego Shelly) and high-scoring Molly with her sleek modern design. Would Casey’s classic cake be too classic and old-school, or would her familiarity be an advantage?

    I wasn’t too surprised with the results of the Italian Rum Cake contest; I was glad to see Casey win; she’s one of my favorites. Although, part of me also wants Rochelle to win the whole thing, because she’s geographically the closest to me so I feel kind of a natural affinity. However, when they were showing Rochelle assembling her layers, and she was commented on how the pastry cream may look loose now, but “relax, it’ll set up” – I had a feeling that one was going to come back to bite her.

    I did take some issue with the results of the Boston Cream Pie contest, though. Why did they do that to Adalberto?! I don’t understand! He didn’t get any negative critiques (not that we got to see, anyway). Juan, on the other hand, was told that his cake actually had too much vanilla flavor (which, how the heck does something taste “too much” of vanilla? Is that even possible? Have you ever eaten something that tasted too strongly of vanilla?? That’s like water tasting too watery, or air smelling too airy), and also his marble cracked, and the judges seemed less than pleased with him. I really, 100% thought that, based on that, Juan was going to be in the bottom of his group! What happened here! And poor Adalberto – just as he was celebrating “I’m back, baby”, then he gets told he’s in the bottom three again? Not cool. At least he made it through, but still: not cool.

    However, it was cool to see Christopher win, being a native Bostonian and kind of an underdog up against Juan and all.

    But the wildest thing of all was the fate of the Coconut Cream Pies! First of all, it looked like Clement was not even going to make it through – it looked for a minute like he might not even have a pie to present – but then, he managed to whip out something flawless and beautiful, with a delicious crust, and place first in his group! What sorcery is this?!

    And second of all, Robert! ROBERT! What happened, my guy!! You were supposed to be a shoe-in! You were one of the top three in this whole contest, alongside Clement and Juan! I literally gasped. I’m shook. This was just so unexpected. I mean, yeah, his crust was too thick and he didn’t have enough filling, so it was fair, but, dang! How could this happen? Are you as flabbergasted as I am? I need someone to talk to about this, lol I’m gonna go drink some water and lie down, but leave me your comments!

    THE RECAP:

    Only One Challenge: Pastry Cream Classics – themes randomly assigned; groups of three competing against each other – the losers from each group up for elimination, with the lowest-scoring one of those three going home

    Italian Rum Cake

    • Rochelle: festive cake with blown sugar cherry in a “splash” of molded chocolate
    • Molly: tall, modernized cake with cherry jam truffles on top
    • Casey: classic, rustic Chicago cake w/ toasted almonds, shaved chocolate, & maraschino cherries

    Coconut Cream Pie

    • Florencia: topped w/ coconuts filled with coconut-lime-white chocolate ganache
    • Clement: topped w/ coconut diplomat and coconut macaroons inside chocolate coconuts
    • Robert: w/ coconut milk pastry cream, coconut mousse & coconut rum gelee

    Boston Cream Pie

    • Adalberto: cake coated in chocolate rum ganache and gold Italienesque modeling chocolate décor, made w/ Cuban dark rum
    • Juan: toasted “gold” almonds on the sides and chocolate marble “floor” décor on op
    • Christopher: almond praline on bottom, chocolate mayflowers on top

    SCORES & STATS:

    Italian Rum: Casey (46), Molly (41), Rochelle (36)

    Coconut Cream: Clement (44), Florencia (39), Robert (29)

    Boston Cream: Christopher (45), Juan (43), Adalberto (41)

    Winner: Casey

    Sent Home: Robert

    A dessert is called “sexy”: 0 times (running total: 3)

    Superlatives from the judges: 1 “the fanciest Boston Cream Pie” Duff’s ever seen (running total 1)

    Dead family members mentioned: 0 (running total 1)

    Duff’s gaping maw spotted: 4 times (running total 8)

    The dessert that I would most have liked to eat: Clement’s coconut cream pie topped with those little coconut macaroons hidden inside chocolate coconuts!

    Wins so far: Juan (1), Molly (1), Casey (1)

  • Is attractiveness in the eye of the beholder?

    March 23rd, 2026

    …or is it objective?, and if so, is something wrong with me if I’m not attracted to what’s objectively attractive?

    Here we go again, another reaction to an IG reel! What did Mith see on Instagram and get pissed off about today?! I should really just quit that Godforsaken app. — but then where would I get my inspiration for all these blustering blog posts?

    With it being Lent, I haven’t actually been on Instagram much lately, but on Sundays we don’t fast, so yesterday I had the opportunity to indulge in some mindless scrolling. And while doing so, I stumbled upon the offending post, the subject of this little essay.

    Tl;dr: OP was comparing the attractiveness of actors Henry Cavill and Timothee Chalamet, and trying to use them to make a point: that hormonal birth control, which is so ubiquitous among women these days, is affecting our perception of what is “attractive.” The OP pointed out that if a woman finds Chalamet more attractive than Cavill, her body is clearly not functioning the way it naturally should. Cavill is much more masculine, thus, the OP hypothesizes that if a woman finds Chalamet (who’s more delicate and “pretty” or even, some say, “reptilian” in his good looks) more attractive than Cavill, it’s because she is on BC which is messing her up and she probably “hasn’t ovulated in a decade.” Moral of the story: birth control is evil, and Timothee Chalamet is not hot.

    OP is right: birth control is evil. One of the worst societal evils of our time, even. And it is doing bad things to women’s bodies and tampering with their sexuality. And, I agree: Timothee Chalamet, while incredibly beautiful, isn’t that “hot” — to me, at least. Regardless of how Mith feels, though, it is true that Cavill better exemplifies traditionally masculine qualities, so I get where OP is coming from.

    So if I’m in full agreement with OP, why am I pissed off?

    Because of the implication that failure to be attracted to someone like Henry Cavill means a woman is “broken.” OP is wrong; OP has identified a couple true things, but drawn an illogical, nonexistent connection between the two truths.

    Keep in mind that I am no psychologist nor sociologist nor any other -ologist. But, I think it’s clear that “sexually attractive” is a highly subjective descriptor. Sure we can make some generalizations, like: most straight women like Henry Cavill and most straight men like Sydney Sweeney. But really, there’s a lot more to it, physiologically, than just “if you’re a healthy, functioning straight woman, you should like Henry Cavill.”

    Don’t tell me who I should and should not find attractive.

    Speaking as a straight woman who hasn’t been on hormonal birth control in fifteen years, and who’s had four babies in the last seven years, all conceived naturally, I can assure you that my reproductive system is working exactly the way it’s supposed to. And frankly, I don’t find either Timothee Chalamet or Henry Cavill that attractive.

    Sure, I can see how they are both very aesthetically-pleasing and well-formed male specimens. I guess if I were single and had to pick one of them (which, me being a dumpy, lumpy, poorly-dressed, 2.5-3/10 white trash matron with cankles, it’s pretty hilarious to even imagine such a scenario, lmao) I’d go with Cavill, but, he wouldn’t be my top choice of celebrity; I can easily name like six to eight male celebrities more “attractive” than him. But so what? That means nothing to anyone but me. Sexual attractiveness is such a completely subjective matter.

    People have all kinds of weird little preferences and peculiar tastes, in this area. Some things may be more popular, but that doesn’t mean someone’s broken for not liking popular things. If someone doesn’t like the taste of chocolate or pizza, would you tell them their mouth is broken? — well, you might, I guess, if you were trying to be funny, but you know you’d be wrong.

    Now, some opinions are wrong. Some people have sexual preferences that are objectively bad, like pedophiles and necrophiliacs. Something is indeed very, very wrong with those people. Continuing with the food analogy, we might compare them to someone who’s afflicted with pica, the insatiable urge to eat non-food items.

    But when we’re comparing the attractiveness of two healthy adults: it’s basically a case of apples and oranges. Some people prefer one or the other.

    “But Mith,” you might be arguing, “You said ‘healthy adults.’ That’s the thing. Cavill looks healthy but Chalamet does not! Cavill appears hardy and hale, while Chalamet looks like a strong wind would blow him over. And it’s natural to desire a partner who’s in good health.”

    Both true. Which is why most straight women will prefer Henry Cavill (I’m not sure where OP even came up with the claim that “most” women these days prefer Timothee Chalamet; I think it was just ragebait, because people are still pissed at Chalamet for his recent ballet comment). But like I was saying: within the parameters of moral acceptability, there’s no such thing as “correct” or “incorrect” opinion of sexual attractiveness.

    “Oh sure, you’re allowed to like what you want, no one’s saying you can’t; but still: being attracted to someone who appears unhealthy, makes no sense from a biological standpoint. If you’re attracted to someone unhealthy-looking, something is probably wrong with you biologically.”

    You’re not wrong that it makes no sense, from a strictly biological standpoint, to be attracted to someone who appears “unhealthy.” But does it follow that something’s wrong with you if you’re attracted to someone who appears “unhealthy”?

    No! It does not! Because we are humans.

    I think OP forgot to consider that a human being’s sense of sexual attractiveness is not just biological.

    Humans are not like other animals. Hence, an individual human’s concept of “sexually attractive” is not simply a biological impulse (clearly; otherwise gay people would not exist), but is heavily influenced by both cultural norms and their emotional/psychological state.

    Look at Venus of Willendorf. Back in old times, men liked heftier women because it was a sign of health and wealth: she could afford to eat well, and would survive the winter, bear many children, and etc.

    Even among present-day cultures, there are variations. Compare mainstream white pop culture to hip-hop and rap culture. The former values the lithe and rail-thin look, for women; the latter seems to celebrate “thick” and “juicy” female bodies. Different cultures. I used to follow this aspiring rapper who was a white girl, naturally skinny as a pixie, like, most white girls’ dream body — but because she wanted to make it in the rap world, she intentionally gained weight and even (rumor has it) underwent surgery to make herself “thick.” Kind of blew my mind, as someone who envied her “before” body.

    My mind is as warped as anyone else’s. I’ll admit that.

    Here’s something most people in 2026 (myself included!) don’t want to acknowledge: for women, it’s actually healthier to be slightly overweight than slightly underweight! Ask your doctor if you don’t believe me. So if we’re gonna talk about sexual attraction being “strictly biological,” we need to ask why people think Victoria’s Secret models are the picture of “health.” True, a small percentage of women are naturally that thin (different body types do exist, and different people have different “resting weights”), and that’s fine; but in reality, for most women, “healthy” actually looks like approximately 20-50 pounds heavier than your average Victoria’s Secret model. Most women, when they attain the weight of a Victoria’s Secret model, will actually stop ovulating altogether, and become sick — so tell me how that size is “healthier” and “biologically ideal for reproduction”? A slightly-heavier woman is more likely to survive harsh conditions, to bear children, to not break any bones.

    I think it’s plain to see that our perception of über-thin women as sexually desirable, results from a few different factors, none of which are “natural” or “biological.”

    Let’s be honest. Men like skinny women because they are easier to physically control and push around — because it makes them (the men) feel stronger. It makes it easier for them. If you want to be the kind of man who can pick up his wife and carry her around, it’s easier to seek out a paper-thin woman than to get stronger yourself so you can carry a heavier one. So, it’s physiological; it’s the man’s emotional/psychological state, desiring to feel big and powerful and dangerous, so when he sees a skinny woman it excites him in a self-centered, “I’m a big tough man” kind of way.

    Men (and women) also like skinny women because — modern-day Venus of Willendorf situation — it signals wealth. See a skinny woman: she can afford healthy food and leisure time to work out! It is natural, in a way, but distorted: humans want to go where we think there is abundance, we want to associate with winners. And in 2026, that’s how we have been programmed to perceive skinniness.

    So there’s definitely an emotional and psychological aspect to our perception of “sexually attractive.” Isn’t it obvious? If sexual attraction were strictly biological and objective, then uggos like me would never get married!

    So if a woman, for whatever reason, prefers a Timothee Chalamet to a Henry Cavill, is something “wrong” with her? No. I don’t think we can say that. Perhaps her sex drive is further removed from that of a soulless primate. Perhaps she’s more cerebral. Perhaps she has some kind of unconscious emotional baggage. Maybe Timothee’s face reminds her of something that makes her happy. People, and their motives, are complicated. But as long as she’s not desiring something immoral, then why is that “wrong”?

    Sex and sexual attraction are not just physical, in humans. We’re not dogs.

    I dunno about you all, but for me, if I can’t picture an emotional connection with someone when I look at them — some kind of emotional depth — I can’t get into them physically, no matter how beautiful they are. A clean, flawless, perfectly-symmetrical, textbook example of a “Hot Guy” is so uninteresting to me. (I’m not attracted to women, but I feel the same way about women: the really stunning ones, imo, are not the angel-faced beauties, but the ones who look a bit unexpected or imperfect or real.) I need a person to look a little real, like someone I, with all my weirdnesses, could relate to, on a “heart” level, in order for me to find them attractive. Maybe that makes me some variant of “demisexual” and I’m “queer” now and need a pride flag — I don’t subscribe to all of that, though. We’re all gross and messed-up humans; no need to slap a label on all our little sexual foibles and make them into an identity. I’m only mentioning myself to demonstrate that people’s preferences can be vastly different depending on their personality and disposition.

    But I guess some people out there really are just moved by biology and nothing more. That’s cool. Those people are valid too. But let’s not accuse those of us who yearn for depth and psychological engagement of being “broken.”

    “Breaking news! Local straight conservative woman butthurt about being told who she ‘should’ and ‘should not’ find attractive! — Hypocritical much?” Lol, I see what you did there, & that’s pretty funny; but like I was saying above: there’s nothing moral about finding Adult A more attractive than Adult B. “Should” is a word that carries moral weight. And thus we can’t say that someone should prefer to eat chocolate instead of vanilla. Because that’s not a moral issue. We can, however, say that they should not prefer to eat human flesh. Or asphalt. Or anything else that isn’t food. But as long as we’re within the parameters of moral acceptability, you really can’t tell someone what they should and should not find attractive. So, not hypocritical actually. But if you have any other, better arguments, feel free to leave a comment.

  • “What is one word that describes you?”

    March 19th, 2026
    Daily writing prompt
    What is one word that describes you?
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    Depends… who’s asking?

    I actually have personal beef with this question; I hate it, and it will never not make me cringe. Because (story time!) way back in tenth grade, my World History teacher made us answer this question for some accursed “getting to know each other” game on the first day of class (an introvert’s nightmare). And, trying to make sure everyone knew that I was edgy and dangerous and troubled and mysterious, do you know what my dumb ass wrote down for an answer?

    “Problematic.” 🤦‍♀️

    Not entirely untrue, lol, but, come on. As you can imagine, people just kind of frowned and scratched their heads and gave me a wide berth. Best believe that incident set the tone for my sophomore year of high school. Ugh, the cringe is painful.

    But whatever. Honestly, that whole class was lame anyway. I’m pretty sure that the teacher, a very charming and youthful twentysomething ESE (my conflictor type, me being an ILI) was just there because he wanted to party with the cool and popular high schoolers; so, he wasn’t a big fan of mine. My only fond memory of that class was when my BFF and I collaborated on a presentation about the emporer Nero, recording a sock-puppet show full of our goofy ironic humor and random gags that left the whole class (and teacher) once again frowning and scratching their heads like wtf is wrong with those two, while we sat there crying with laughter. See, this time it was funny, because someone else was being weird with me.

    But, I digress.

    One word that describes me, now that I’m 36… it depends who’s asking. If you’re someone that I don’t know too well and want to stay on safe/neutral grounds with, I’d probably just smile and mumble some sheepish, guarded response like: “introspective,” “overthinking,” “boring,” or something like that — all of which are true of me but don’t really get to the heart of the truth.

    But since it’s WordPress’s Daily Prompt that’s asking, and since this blog is my little space to be really honest with you, since I don’t know who you are — you could be anyone — and since probably no one will read this anyway, so what does it matter; I’ll try to give an answer that gets to the heart of the truth.

    My best answer today: conflicted.

    I feel like “conflicted” sums it up, what I essentially am and what it’s like to be me. And basically sums up what this blog is about. It’s the but in between two clauses, creating the tension that I live in. Like: I’m a homeschooling Traditional Catholic SAHM who wants to fit in with the other TradCath mommies, who are all so feminine and classy and well-mannered, but I’m also a tomboy with AVPD and a weird sense of humor and a fine arts degree. I’m married and love being a wife but, also, ain’t no freakin’ wifey. I want to be a writer, but my ideas are shit and I’m pretty sure no one will like them and am too afraid to try and find out. I am proud of my body for having four perfect children, but I also hate it because it’s a hideous meat-tank and I wish I could trade it in for a different model. I’m all for body positivity and fat women being free to be themselves, but I also believe the body positivity movement is sick and wrong and needs to be undone. I’m a closeted alt kid who loves blue hair and weird fashion but I also believe that modesty and conformity to societal norms are important, and I ain’t no woke liberal. I want to love and serve God but I’m still so entrenched in sin. I’m vegetarian/vegan but I also understand carnivores and why they do what they do. I love hip-hop & rap but I also believe that popular hip-hop culture is unhealthy and steeped in sin and we shouldn’t listen to it. I’m a conservative, but I kinda relate more to liberals most of the time. I’m this but I’m also that, and it creates conflict.

    I can see things from both sides. Which way to be? Which side to lean towards, or, how to find a happy medium? About most things (not all things; the few things that I’m sure of, like Catholicism, provide an anchor, without which I’d surely just float off into the ether and never return), I’m conflicted.

    And that’s why this blog exists, really. If any of this resonates with you, we should be friends. Like I was saying, it’s so much more fun being weird with someone else.

  • TOP 10: Moments from “Succession” that still live rent-free in my head

    March 18th, 2026

    🛑 Contains SPOILERS for the show Succession! 🛑

    These days, in between weekly episodes of Paradise and Ultimate Baking Championship, there’s really not much on TV.

    It makes me long for something, anything, that’s even half as good as my favorite show of all time, a show that I wish I could remove the memory of having watched from my brain in order to experience it again for the first time.

    Succession is, imo, the single greatest TV show ever. (Greatest scripted series, that is; obviously — baking competition shows are my special favorite; but among serial dramas, nothing beats Succession.)

    I’m a really stupid person, as you know, and this show is actually way over my head — my appreciation of it is like that of a dirty little illiterate street urchin pressing his chapped little ear against the door of a grand lecture hall, gaping and wondering at the eloquence and brilliance of what he hears from within — so I honestly feel ambivalent even trying to say anything about it; I worry that some ~Smart~ fan out there who really ~Understands~ the show, will read this and laugh at me. But I love it so much that I will attempt to say something nonetheless:

    Because really: how often do you find a show that doesn’t jump the shark after one or two seasons? Not a second of filler, in all four seasons; not a single moment where the writing feels lazy or the energy dips.

    “What’s so great about it,” some ask, in response to all the critical acclaim. If I, being the dimwit that I am, had to take a guess, I’d say that it comes down to two things: the characters, and the subtlety of the delivery.

    The characters are, for the most part, despicable. Just awful individuals. They are “not serious people.” But, they aren’t just boring two-dimensional villains. They are a believable kind of despicable. There are depths, layers, complexities. They are as rich figuratively as they are literally. They are vivid and pathetic and human and fascinating; you kind of start to adore them.

    Some have said that they couldn’t get into the show because they don’t find the characters likeable enough. I agree that I would hardly want to hang out with these characters irl – but as characters, viewed through a TV screen, I love them; for me, there’s a huge difference there.

    For me it’s the subtlety. The writers used such a light hand, such a masterfully soft touch, in telling us about these characters; it’s really elegant. One of the best examples I can think of off the top of my head is the way Kendall’s infertility is implied, but never explicitly addressed, all the way up until the end of the last season. Even though it’s a huge, defining element of his character and the whole plot of the show.

    It’s been a few years since I watched it, but there are still quite a few moments that live rent-free in my head. Here are the top ten:

    13. Siobhan being disparagingly referred to by some business bigshot at a conference as “Kinder, Küche, Kirche” because she was pregnant. (S4 E9) Dismissing her. Like, she can’t possibly be taken seriously in this world because she’s just a little ol’ mom now. Similarly, the way Shiv told her own mom “it’s not like I’m gonna see it,” (referring to her child); “we’re gonna do it the family way.” The attitudes about parenting in this world are so twisted.

    12. The three sibs at their mom’s house late at night eating the forbidden cheese and goofing off in her kitchen. (S4 E10) They weren’t supposed to be eating the cheese because it was the mom’s new boyfriend’s special cheese. (Not from this scene, but “New Dad just dropped” is one of my favorite Roman quotes of the whole show.) It was at once hilarious and sweet/poignant, to see these three ridiculous unserious and arguably evil people just having a silly funny time like normal siblings. A little reminder of their humanity.

    11. Kendall: ah, Kendall, poor, disgusting, pitiable, wretched Kendall. So many moments of Kendall being Kendall:

    • 11a. Absolutely flabbergasted and pearl-clutching because he asked poor little Cousin Greg to bring him some cocaine, and Greg brought “park coke,” i.e. procured it from some rando in the park at night, as if Kendall Roy were some kind of peasant drug addict, lmao, y’all know this is like my favorite moment of the whole show, I quote it all the time.
    • 11b. The infamous Logan Rap. “L to the O-G”, ugghh!, I’m dying just thinking about it.
    • 11c. Indirectly killing the bunny rabbit by ordering the housekeeper to “just give it some bagel.”
    • 11d. Casually shitting the bed while passed out and wasted at that one party, and waking up and just hiding it inside the sheets and going on with his day.
    • 11e. Once again flabbergasted, unable to comprehend that money can’t get him somewhere in the helicopter in season one, because the skies were closed i.e. air traffic was literally prohibited and the pilot wasn’t about to break the law for him.

    10. Shiv’s little speech at her own wedding reception. (S1 E9) The jokey way she calls her new husband by his last name — people say she’s “emotionally avoidant,” but I think it’s pretty clear that she just isn’t that into him, and just thinks of him as a tolerable accessory that she can use to her advantage, who won’t compete with her nor interfere with her business ambitions. It’s pretty sad. This moment really encapsulated their whole dynamic, for me.

    9. Speaking of Tom, the way that one lady, Cyd, in S2 E4, called him out for his “hundred dollar haircut” as if that were such an insult, lol (and speaking of insulting Tom, there was also the scene where the three sibs are not-so-playfully picking on him, and Shiv, his own wife, points out that he has an “agricultural walk”, lol what was even that?!)

    8. And speaking of Tom + Shiv, their final scene (S4 E10) in the back of the car as they’re riding off after it’s been announced that Tom, humble Tom with his $100 haircut and agricultural walk, is going to inherit the company… and now Shiv is just his pregnant wife who works for him… the silence between them as they’re both looking in opposite directions was 🤌.

    7. Connor’s Wedding (S4 E3). Just the way the episode is named “Connor’s Wedding,” but it ends up being about Logan’s death. The way Connor’s whole life and identity and psyche are so overshadowed, and so completely messed up, by his father. He can’t even have his wedding day. For me that was even sadder than Logan’s death, since we’ve known that was coming since Season One (the show is literally called “succession”). Connor is undoubtedly most tragic character in the whole show and I think about him frequently.

    6. President picking party (S3 E6). This one lives rent-free in my head because I’d known, in theory, that it’s the ultra-wealthy who wield the power in this country, but somehow, seeing it played out in this episode (which, who knows how realistic that was, anyway), ngl, it kinda affected my feelings about how the US government actually works; I’ve been just a bit more cynical, since this episode.

    5. Lukas Mattson’s revelation that he hasn’t bought a mattress for his big fancy house yet, because he has all the money in the world so could afford the very best on the planet, but keeps researching what the best one is and can’t make up his mind; he’s overly analytical and slightly insane and has contracted choice paralysis. (S4 E2) I also am prone to choice paralysis sometimes, but dang. What a nutjob. I think about this one all the time, I’ll just be shopping for groceries and I randomly think about Mattson’s mattress.

    4. The opening credits. I always looked forward to it, and never wanted to skip it. Best intro in the history of TV. It’s not just the song, which fits the vibe of the show to a T; it’s the imagery as well. It actually adds something to the show that we don’t get anywhere else: a bit of backstory. Elsewhere in the story it’s alluded to, but in this intro, we get to actually see it. But again, as always, impeccably subtle. How often do a show’s opening credits actually add something of substance to the story?

    3. The house where Logan grew up. (S2 E8) There was so much build-up to their visiting this place; for the three siblings, it’s legendary, a part of their family lore, and they talk about it as if it were a slum, a barely-habitable shack with an outhouse in the backyard, just unfathomably uncivilized, like it was so unbelievable that their noble, respectable father had come from such a place… and when you get there, it’s just… an ordinary suburban house. 😂

    2. Logan eating fast food cheeseburgers alone (S1 E6, and I think a couple other times throughout the show as well). His love of fast-food cheeseburgers is one of the most telling things about his character imo. He’s really just a regular guy who busted his butt and worked hard and did some unethical stuff to build this empire – so unlike his children, who never knew anything other than extreme wealth and would find the concept of eating poor people food unthinkable. Logan says that everything he did in life, he did for his kids, and I believe he really meant that – but I think we see him also experiencing some kind of regret (to the extent that he is capable of experiencing that emotion) for the way that they’ve turned out. As a young man, he wanted a better life for his kids, and would go to any lengths to achieve that – but now, at the end of his life, look at where that’s gotten them. The way I see it, that’s kind of a hub for the whole plot.

    And finally, the one moment that I think about the most:

    1. The server in the kitchen at Nan Pierce’s house when the Roys are over there for dinner (S2 E5). There’s a brief moment when everyone at the table is gushing praises for the entree, and Nan is standing there thanking them with fake humility as if she’d prepared it herself. And just for a second, you see a hired woman, the one who actually did prepare the food, peeking in through the doorway with a peculiar expression. That one little fraction of a second told a whole story. It’s things like that that make this show so remarkable.

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