which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?
y- you were putting it in cold water?????
Radish. Answer the question radish.
yeah??? i thought for like. 5 years that ppl just put it in hot water 2 speed up the tea-ification process didn’t realize there was an actual reason
You dont have the patience to microwave water for 3 minutes???
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why are you. putting it in the microwave to boil it
Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove
Its takes less than a minute
Bestie is ur stovetop powered by the fucking sun
How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove
Like seven minutes
Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat n it boils in like two minutes… less than that is u use a saucepan…
Crying you’re putting the whole mug on the stove ???? On medium heat???? Ur stove is enchanted
Every single person in this post is a fucking lunatic
Yet another post that reads like four shakespeare characters who come out in the middle of the play to talk about something completely unrelated for comic relief
(Enter RADISHN’T, MOTHMAN MISATO, BOIMG FROG and CATS’N RAINCOATS, stage left. They are having a HEATED DISCUSSION.)
RADISHN’T: Prithee, which one of you had planned to tell
Of diff’rent flavours gained by simple act
Of brewing tea with water hot, not cold?
MOTHMAN: Egad! you poured the water cold? Wherefore?!
FROG: An answer from you, Radish, I must beg.
RADISHN’T: Indeed I did, dear friends – why does this shock?
Without the guide of others I assumed
That heat was merely added for the sake
Of expediting this solution’s brewing!
Half a decade I have spent, or more,
Not questioning this worldview I had made.
In fact, I am myself a bit surprised
That you might think that I, your dearest friend,
Might have a patience of sufficient stock
To wait until a pot of water boils.
FROG: Three minutes overtaxes patience so?
The microwave will beep when it is done!
CATS’N: My friend, this answer vexes me the more!
Can it be true that thou dost boil by nuke?!
FROG: Are you in turn, my friend, so shocked to know
That I have not the patience, like our Root,
To boil upon the stove our favour’d drink?
CATS’N: It takes less than a minute!
FROG: On what plate?
Perhaps your dinner cooks atop the sun?
CATS’N: How long can take your stove to fill the task
Of boiling but a single cup alone?
FROG: In minutes?
CATS’N: Yes!
FROG: I counted seven, once.
CATS’N: Perhaps you ought to have your timepiece checked!
If on a middle heat you place the cup
You soon will have the scalding drink you crave.
Two minutes, in a mug upon the plate
Or even less, if you should have a pot.
FROG: You cause me tears – is this how thou dost live?
You place upon the iron stove a mug?
A mug, ceramic, filled with water cold?
How do these flames, though medium in height,
Not shatter like a glass this fragile thing?
Surely, then, your kitchen is bewitched
With magicks far beyond the mortal ken!
(The FOUR realise they have wandered into the THRONE ROOM. The ROYAL COURT watches with fascination.)
KING: Ev’ry single person in this group must be a fucking lunatic, it seems.
Computers are very simple you see we take the hearts of dead stars and we flatten them into crystal chips and then we etch tiny pathways using concentrated light into the dead star crystal chips and if we etch the pathways just so we can trick the crystals into doing our thinking for us hope this clears things up.
How does it feel to be the most Galaxy Brained person in this entire thread
I’m Christian and respect the order of creation as God intended it but I’m not gonna lie if I could take a massive vat of agar and grow an alive shopping mall made out of red blood and meat and feed it living human bodies to make it expand larger with more shops and amenities, Without hesitation, Without question I would do exactly that
What passes for feminine beauty tends to reflect the dominant class standards of society. […] In feudal China the mutilation by foot binding transformed upper-class women into class commodities, who would have neither the capacity nor the need to walk, because they were served by others. A luxury, by the way, that was not available to the peasant women, who worked in the fields. When you hear the phrase “Oh, Chinese women used to have their foot binded”, that’s not true, I mean, it’s a very small percentage in the landlord class who did. Chinese women who were breaking their backs in the fields never had that grotesque luxury. At the turn of the century pale skin […] was a sign of your class elevation. Women went out in parasol, they wore gloves, they wore broad rimmed hats. To be out in the sun was something you didn’t want to do. Who could afford not to be out in the sun? It was those people who didn’t work in the fields […]. That was a sign of upper class beauty. Later on being out in the sun became something of the playing traits of the rich and famous. They’re boating and they’re traveling and all this sort of thing. Suddenly, […] having a sun tan in the middle of December became the thing to have and people who used to not be out in the sun were now faking it themselves.
Michael Parenti, The Political Economy of Gender Oppression.
Thinking about how my great-grandma had bound feet so by the 20th century, I guess, it was indeed a “luxury” afforded by the lower classes.
