ancient greek word of the day: κακοθερής (kakotherēs), unfitted to endure summer heat

this literally means “bad at summer” pass it on

Reblog if you, too, are bad at summer

animated fantasy films just don’t make fucked up evil castles like they used to

[ID: king haggard’s castle from the last unicorn (1982), the horned king’s castle from the black cauldron (1985), and maleficent’s castle from sleeping beauty (1959) /end ID]

aesthetic of the day is fucked up evil castles

Lika&Notkin

Мельница — Ночная кобыла

I was just explaining how I saw “To Wong Fu,” in the theaters as a 17 year old with a bunch of highschool friends and absolutely nobody was scandalized. This drag panic is entirely orchestrated and much ado about nothing.

I mean, somebody’s going to mention Dustin Hoffman in Tootsie, or Flip Wilson as Geraldine, but way back in the fifties, Milton Berle was on Texaco Star Theater and your grandparents or great-grandparents loved it.

A reminder that drag is old. It's so old it's ridiculous. Drag has been done in theater since the beginning of theater. And sometimes those characters are supposed to be another gender [Peter Pan is usually played by a small adult woman, and Edna Turnblad from Hairspray is famously a woman's role that's supposed to be cast with a drag queen]. Sometimes it's just a part of the show. [Some Like It Hot, where the two male characters are disguised as women to hide from the mob, and one ends the movie with a wealthy man] Drag queens as a trope have always been sassy, world-weary, and absolutely confident in themselves and their ability to attract men. Hell, sometimes the joke is that they're [deliberately] making a straight male character uncomfortable and we're supposed to be laughing at the straight male's discomfort. Law & Order has shown drag queens for decades with asshole detectives referring to them as "ma'am" when they're in drag even as they're trying to avoid the sequins.

This rhetoric is frightening because of how quickly the neo-fascist movements in the US have managed to get it to take hold.

Had some people over for lunch last week and I had told them about my bakery woes so they all came with a baguette, half as a gesture of support, half to remind me that I'm a loser who doesn't know what a baguette is. There was way too much baguette so I ended up making pain perdu—of sorts, I didn't slice it and toast it, just put all the ingredients in a cake pan along with some apples because I also have too many apples at the moment.

It tastes good but the texture of a baguette-based cake is too dense, I should have gone for the traditional French toast method. I thought it was going to be one of those eureka moments when you tweak a recipe out of laziness and you end up with something new and even better but no, it was one of those humbling moments when your recipe notebook is judging you from the shelf like I could have told you that, but you didn't ask