

That’s an incredible post. Thank you for sharing it!
That’s an incredible post. Thank you for sharing it!
Oh! I had one just like that when I was a kid!
Intimacy coordinators aren’t explaining how sex works to the actors, but helping to make sure that they’re comfortable with each other & what they’re being asked to do. They’re analogous to stunt coordinators in that way.
Part of this is helping actors to work through or find accommodations when they could be running up against situations that could trigger old traumas. So if one party has a history of assault, for example, the intimacy coordinator will work with them and their scene partner to make sure that what they’re acting out doesn’t mimic/mirror their experience.
Does that make sense?
You replied to a comment instead of the OP, so your answer looks a little funny from being out of context, that’s all.
My spouse and I were broke grad students with a baby on the way. We needed a car. Someone in our tiny town was selling a 1992 Accord for $1000 (this was in the early 2010s). We bought it and put in another $1000 to get it to run.
The only problem? It was a stick shift. I didn’t know how to drive standard; at the time, my spouse didn’t drive at all. I tried to learn, but I was so nauseated from my pregnancy that I nearly puked every time the car lurched… which was often. I never did get the hang of it. Eventually we bought a newer automatic car and traded the Accord in for a whopping $250.
These days we could weather a $2000 mistake without too many problems, but back then… yeah, that one hurt.
Pulled pork:
Cook about 3-4h on high or 6-8ish on low. Remove pork, shred with a fork, return to slow cooker & stir everything up together before serving.
Who exactly is examining your purchase orders for childfree ideological purity? You’re a grownup. If you want the comfy pillow, you can buy the comfy pillow.
I had a second-hand bread machine that served me very well for several years, until one day when it started vibrating like crazy and threw itself off the counter mid-knead. The whole lid smashed into about seven pieces and the dough went all over the floor. We still refer to it as “the time the bread maker committed suicide.”
Anyway, that’s how I ended up making all our bread by hand for the next four years or so.
Some books I buy to read now. Some books I buy to read at an undefined “later.” Browsing my shelves is exciting when I know there are books there that I’ve yet to really encounter.