Marvelous story, but I find myself unpleased at the grotesque neologism, "meatsmith". This kind of rebranding effort for the perfectly descriptive "butcher" is an annoying bullshit-ism, the kind...
Marvelous story, but I find myself unpleased at the grotesque neologism, "meatsmith".
This kind of rebranding effort for the perfectly descriptive "butcher" is an annoying bullshit-ism, the kind of condescending hipster market-speak that turns people away in disgust at what's otherwise a sensible ethical reinvention of an old trade.
You reminded me of the Kingdom of Loathing, and made me feel like an antique because I was a playa before there was gender. For that, I give you a jar of psychoses.
You reminded me of the Kingdom of Loathing, and made me feel like an antique because I was a playa before there was gender. For that, I give you a jar of psychoses.
Marvelous story, but I find myself unpleased at the grotesque neologism, "meatsmith".
This kind of rebranding effort for the perfectly descriptive "butcher" is an annoying bullshit-ism, the kind of condescending hipster market-speak that turns people away in disgust at what's otherwise a sensible ethical reinvention of an old trade.
There's only one true Meatsmith and that's in the Kingdom of Loathing, where he turns meat into weapons and armor.
You reminded me of the Kingdom of Loathing, and made me feel like an antique because I was a playa before there was gender. For that, I give you a jar of psychoses.
Yeah, I just got my 11'th anniversary gift and was a bit shocked it'd been that many years.
Very well put and I entirely agree. There is no reason for it and it very annoying.