[-] porkchop@midwest.social 24 points 4 weeks ago

Melania is wife #3. Ivana was first (Mom of Jr, Eric, and Ivanka), then Marla Maples (Mom of Tiffany), then Melania (Mom of Barron).

[-] porkchop@midwest.social 20 points 3 months ago

I thought it was illegal to be, say, or have anything openly Nazi in Germany. How can they so openly be doing the "Heil Hitler" in their ads?

[-] porkchop@midwest.social 7 points 3 months ago

I did this. I'm starting in my final semester this fall, after going back for my degree at 38 and 8 years experience in my field. For my field, "testing out" wasn't an actual test, it was displaying to the professor that I could show that I had done work very similar to the curriculum for that class and could speak the jargon of my field. They only let me out of a couple requirements though, and only made it so that I didn't have to take those classes, no credit was given to me. Mostly, my experience has led to me having a serious foot up in a lot of my classes and being able to act as an unofficial TA in some of the hands on classes. And for the classes I really should have been allowed to test out of, I still generally learned enough new material to consider it worth my time and money.

[-] porkchop@midwest.social 18 points 5 months ago

One of my previous cats used to get so stressed in a carrier that he would pee in it. Then, he'd have to get a bath afterwards, making the whole situation even worse for him and us. My partner did some research and bought a couple of soft sided carriers that didn't look at all like hard ones the cat was used to. We unzipped all the sides, decked them out in blankets that smelled like our cat and then liberally sprinkled them with treats. Within a couple of days, our cat had come to think of these as cat houses instead of carriers. When he needed to be zipped up in it, he was docile and willing. He thought of it as a safe space, and it helped lower his stress levels when he was taken outside the house in it. Those carriers are now constantly in use as cat houses in our home. It was truly one of the best cat tricks I ever learned!

[-] porkchop@midwest.social 12 points 6 months ago

One of the skills my dad taught me that I've been the most grateful for over the years that is generally considered a "male "skill is to take things apart and use tools to fix them. My dad has two daughters, so he showed us how to do the stuff he loved. Power tools, electrical work, not being afraid to take out the screw and see how it works and if you can fix it. Not as many things are simply mechanical as they were in the 90's, but it taught me to be curious and unafraid of exploration and capable in a way that continually surprises the people around me.

[-] porkchop@midwest.social 5 points 10 months ago

We have Alfred and Mrs. Doubtfire.

[-] porkchop@midwest.social 15 points 1 year ago
[-] porkchop@midwest.social 7 points 1 year ago

Paul Simon, Crazy Love. The line is "sad as a lonely, little wrinkled balloon." Even as a kid, I always found that image so evocative.

[-] porkchop@midwest.social 10 points 1 year ago

This happened to us a couple of times when one cat went to the vet and came home smelling wrong. The only way we could get the other cat to "reset" was to give the wrong-smelling one a bath.

[-] porkchop@midwest.social 6 points 1 year ago

I want to agree with you, but I think the minimum number of ingredients has to be three. Otherwise, the unbelievably sad bowl of iceberg lettuce and Italian dressing that was served to me would qualify as a salad and I simply cannot allow that to be.

[-] porkchop@midwest.social 11 points 1 year ago

Normally, I sleep too deeply to remember my dreams. I only remember them if I wake during them. However, if I don't completely awaken, sometimes I can go right back into the dream, but I have some autonomy now and some control over the narrative. Like, I know it's a TV show and I can change the script. I've always been able to do it, I feel like it's a trade off for nearly never remembering my dreams.

[-] porkchop@midwest.social 10 points 1 year ago

We used Hello Fresh. Both my partner and I had basic cooking skills, but were not very good cooks. He was also a very picky eater. Hello Fresh reduced the overwhelming amount of recipes in the world down to a more reasonable number to choose from. As we kept going, we started to see the same techniques, like reduction sauces, happen in new configurations and we started to understand how they work, not just follow the instructions. It also helped my partner overcome a lot of his pickiness by being in control of what recipes we had each week, allowing him to explore new ingredients when he felt comfortable.

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I'm not sure what I'm hoping to get out of this, but I thought I might shout into the void for a moment. I'm a lifelong Midwesterner, but I've always tended to live in larger, college-type cities with a notable liberal leaning. Two and half years ago, my partner and I moved to central Iowa so I could return to college and get my degree. This was my decision, as was the choice of school. There is a good, relatively inexpensive degree program for an uncommon field, and my partner has friends in the area. I love our home and my school, those choices I don't regret.

But, I hate Iowa so much. It's so overwhelmingly mediocre. Except for the politics, which frankly are abhorrent and are getting worse by the day. It's a cultural wasteland, even in a college city. Even on campus, I don't think Ive ever been anywhere with so many white people, and I say that as a white person. The restaurants have little variation, the shops are all big boxes. Even Des Moines is only the size of Madison, WI, and without hardly any of the personality (yes, the East Village is nice and we love the botanical garden, but that only goes so far). The landscape is flat and unchanging, and the only beauty, the prairie, has almost entirely been stripped away to plant more corn. So much corn across unending flat, treeless terrain.

It also doesn't help that I have been completely unable to make any fiends here. Friendly acquaintances, sure, but not someone I can grab a beer with and kvetch about life with. I'm in my early 40's, as is my partner, and we are happily child-free and non-religious. So, there go two major ways of meeting people around here: kids and church. My partner is from Iowa, although not this area, and has a circle of 5 or so guys that have been friends since college that live in the area and they get together weekly to play games. I am welcome to join them whenever, and I do sometimes, but they are people with his interests, not mine. I've tried Meetup a few times, alone and with my partner. I'm a student, but 20 years older than all my fellow students, and with life and work experience closer to my professors, who I'm not allowed to be friends with. All our neighbors are retired (or close) conservatives with whom we have a polite but distant relationship. I've looked for crafting communities to try to find a hobby group, but only find old lady quilting clubs meeting in churches in the small towns nearby. I'm outgoing and talkative, and have a variety of interests, so I'm not used to being in an environment where I literally can't make any friends.

I'm going crazy in a place I feel like an alien in. I've never been so lonely and felt so isolated in my life, even during COVID. I still have a few years here while I finish my degree, so I have to make peace with my choice and find a way to exist here. Surely there has to be a way for a liberal person to find a community in central Iowa?

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