Pareil, mais à l’envers. Je veux dire que je minimisais, oui, mais c’est mon entourage qui m’a donné de la légitimité.

Quand le merveilleux flics de la brigade des mineurs qui s’occupait de mon affaire s’est platement excusé des mois écoulés entre le signalement et le début de l’enquête, je lui ai répondu que je comprenais très bien, que dans la salle d’attente j’étais seule (très) adulte parmi 10 mômes/ ados et que je préférais qu’il s’occupe en priorité des victimes actuelles plutôt que d’un truc vieux de 20 ans.
Il m’a regardée comme si j’avais deux têtes et a soufflé : “Madame, votre viol n’est pas moins important que les autres.”

Literary translator here. An average-sized book takes 4 months to translate, and I bill around 12k€.
90% of books don’t sell enough copies for the publisher to recoup the costs. And that’s books that have been picked amond hundreds because they’re good and/or might sell.

Additionally, you’d need armies of competent translators. It’s a complex skill that takes years to hone. Who would do it?

And if you don’t watch Stranger Things, you die.

Recently, I was house-sitting for friends, and the dishwasher broke. I had to pause it every few minutes to empty the water by hand. It amounted to 2 shallow oven dishes’ worth of water. And not filled to the brim, either: I had to be able to bring them to the sink without spilling.
It was a really, really small quantity of water.

Churches? For real? Never occurred to me that was a possibility. Where are you from?

In my neck of the woods it’s city hall and schools. Public, secular buildings.

Read that as “the most suave president”, and you didn’t make a whole lot of sense.

I see what you did. Nice.

Butting in to say: your post may be the help I needed to actively consider switching.

Moi je me suis fait une journée cuisine. C’était le pied.

Ce matin j’ai préparé une grande plaque de caramel au beurre salé au poivre de Sichuan (du jardin) avec une petite croûte de chocolat hyper-noir. Ensuite un gratin de chou-fleur (du voisin) avec une bonne béchamel bien parfumée, pour le déjeuner.

L’après-midi je suis allée chercher ma kombucha chez les voisins (elle fermente là-bas, il fait trop froid chez moi), mais elle n’était pas tout à fait prête. Je suis repartie avec des grains de kéfir. Puis j’ai fait des raviolis maison avec les œufs de la voisine, les épinards du jardin, et le fromage des chèvres d’un autre voisin.

(Les raviolis étaient ratés : première fois que je faisais des pâtes. Trop épais, trop durs. Je suis preneuse de conseils s’il y en a.)

Edit Je savais bien que j’oubliais qqch ! J’ai aussi fait 4 kilos de filling pour apple pies étatsuniennes. Premier essai. Comme c’était une recette US, c’était beaucoup trop sucré ; j’ai remplacé la moitié de l’eau par mon vinaigre de kombucha aux mûres, acidulé et parfumé. Le résultat est top. Jaipuka en faire 10 fois autant pour écluser les pommes à mesures qu’elles mûrissent, et on aura de quoi se régaler de pâtisseries jusqu’à la récolte de l’an prochain.

So :
Yes, I wash up after breakfast anyway.

No. I resent even having to go pee.

I love not having to get up, saying toasty in bed (my house gets very cold 6 months a year–around 12C). Also, we tend to make better breakfasts in those cases. With a flower from the garden and everything.

Additionally, in my 9 year old’s case: since she was born, she had at least 80% of her breakfasts in bed. She likes to wake up slow, she reads for a while after waking up, and since she started middle school her days are hectic, so we pamper her that way. It’s twenty minutes of comfort before she starts her 10-hour days.

Probably Syria. Lived there for some years (had to leave because of the Arab Spring.) Amazing people, fascinating culture, loved the language, the open-mindedness, the thriving art scene in Damascus, the sheer beauty of the architecture, the desert, the mountain, the oasis.
Least favorite… Honestly, the US. I lived in DC for a year, moved back to Europe as soon as I could (and I could have gotten a Green Card). People were well-meaning and nice, but so fucking insular. Even the well-read, well-travelled, worldly people I knew honestly thought, at the end of the day, that their country was the best, almost by definition. Or… the one other countries had to measure up to.

Italy, Germany, the UK, Mexico, Iceland, Morocco, the US, Belgium, Syria, Lebanon, Jordan, Senegal, Switzerland, Denmark, Greece, Russia, the Czech Republic, the Netherlands.

I’d be against it even if we could magically know without a doubt the person’s guilty. Even if it had a negative cost. Even for raping a child.
Life is sacred, whatever “sacred” means for an atheist like me.
(And I was raped as a child, fwiw.)

I’m convinced it’s much less straightforward than people here say it is.

I hate Windows, but I only use my computer for OpenOffice, some liiiiight browsing, and old-school light pirating (light enough TPB fits all my needs), so meh.
My new neighbor is an old leftist techie though, and when my 9 year old laptop dies, I may ask him to convert me. Maybe.

Yuuuuuup. Still wondering, tbh.

Lived in Paris for 40 years: buses, sure, but sidewalks? buildings? Always thought it must be hell for chair users.

I put on my seatbelt. I vote very, very left. I drink very little alcohol. I cut off toxic people.

Là où je me sens vieille, c’est quand je lis en titre : Président de FR3 : Rafale […]"

Voui. On filtre devant la préfecture, pas devant l’école ni vers l’hôpital. Ni vers les petits commerces du centre-ville.
Faut pas se tromper de colère.

Some temps (students) for customer-service jobs, but mostly the work is passed on to colleagues and often… just not done. I used to work for a BtoB ad/communication agency, and August basically didn’t count. “So, this will take 4 months. It’s early June… Expect it early November.”
Out-of-office auto replies typically say: “I’ll be away until [Three weeks later]. For emergencies, contact Colleague. Otherwise, I’ll read your email as soon as I’m back at work and get back to you!”
I actually took my vacation weeks in September, because August in the office was almost a vacation by itself. Everybody was gone, you were just holding the fort in case there was a fire or something.