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  • I probably exaggerated but when I was still depressed six months were definitely common. And before I came up with the safety pin technique they got undone constantly and were left in that state for days. They don’t really get grimey but they accumulate lint and hair so I used to just vaccuum them from time to time. Changing them every week is surely great as a self care routine but I think six weeks are a reasonable maximum regarding hygiene.









  • Venus_Ziegenfalle@feddit.orgtomemes@lemmy.worldme_irl
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    1 day ago

    Only if you fully identify with your intelligence. I used to and was miserable all the time. These days I see intelligence similar to body height. Helpful to reach some places more easily but not a hard requirement and only one out of many attributes that define me. At the end of the day you’re not your thoughts, you’re just the one listening to them.



  • Venus_Ziegenfalle@feddit.orgtome_irl@lemmy.worldme🥒irl
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    2 days ago

    You forgot an integral part of every recipe on the internet:

    I admit it: I’m that person who can’t resist raiding the refrigerator for a fistful of dill pickles—and any other condiments within reach—straight out of the jar. Some might raise an eyebrow at my love affair with briny crunch, but to me, each icy, vinegary bite is a micro-ceremony of flavor, texture, and nostalgia.

    Why do I eat condiments like dill pickles cold and unadorned? First, the chill heightens that snap when you bite in. The cold keeps the cell walls of each cucumber shard rigid, delivering a crisp, almost glassy crack that you simply can’t replicate at room temperature. Secondly, the low temperature lurks beneath the vinegar’s tang, tempering its sharpness so the pickle’s herbal, garlicky notes shine through—a symphony of dill tops, mustard seeds, and peppercorns all playing in perfect, icy harmony.

    More than pure science, though, is the comfort factor. Those frozen shards whisper childhood memories of lazy summer afternoons, when Mom’s famous potato salad and a jar of Vlasic were all we needed for the picnic blanket feast in the backyard. Today, the ritual remains the same: I open the fridge, grab a cold pickle, and for a moment I’m back under that sunlit maple tree, free and hungry for simple pleasures.

    So stick around: in this blog I’ll share not only my pickle-powered musings, but also recipes, quick condiment hacks, and pairing suggestions that celebrate chill—and crisp—whenever you need a flavorful little jolt straight from the fridge.

    (AI slop if that wasn’t clear but that way it’s more authentic)