That really doesn't sound good, ita.

I had a fried food bonanza last night to the point that I didn't have breakfast this morning, which I think has never happened before in my life. Yikes.

msbelle, West Nile?

White gravy is possibly the nastiest thing that people who aren't Jamaican take for granted, nay SEEK OUT.

A friend's father ate white gravy on pancakes, which is the nastiest thing this side of white gravy on grubs.

And, "You aren't grilling the steak right; let me show you," when said to a professional grill cook. Say

Yep. The fundamental assumption of mansplaining is that women have no areas of expertise, and cannot be trusted to get anything right.

The most common form I see on the internet is that, whenever sexual harrassment at conferences is discussed, women will submit real-world examples: "I was harrassed at this time and place, here is what happened to me, and here is how an anti-harrassment policy would have helped."

Then, inevitably, a dude shows up to point out that really, that guy you just accused of sexual harrassment was just flirting with you, and also he probably has Aspergers and if men aren't even allowed to talk to women how will anyone ever get a date????

That's mansplaining. Your interpretation of your lived experience is wrong because it challenges my manly-man-worldview, and you should be thankful I showed up to point out to you how wrong you were being, and thank goodness I'm a nice enough guy to take the time to explain this to you in small lady-words you can understand.

white gravy is comfort. milk, flour, butter, salt and pepper. nothing nasty in that. chicken gravy is even yummier with bits of fried chicken crunchies.

On John Rogers' blog, a man once explained to me carefully, with smily emoticons, that big things are larger than small things, and thus easier to see! Get it? ;-) ISTG.

big things are larger than small things

Wait...you'll have to start that one over again. I'm already confused. Estrogen, you know.

I make white gravy to serve over biscuits and it's LOADS of comforting carbs. (Teppy's stomach aches just reading this.)

Lola got out of the house this morning and started following a lady who was walking her two, well-behaved, leashed dogs down the street. I went out to explain to her that no, I simply couldn't coax Lola back into the house, NOR could I run around for two hours trying to chase her down through the neighborhood.

"Well, maybe she shouldn't be off the leash," Said Bitchy Lady.

NO SHIT! Wouldn't it be a perfect world if one of my children didn't open a door and have her slip out on occasion. She always comes back after a few minutes and I'm not ready to strangle her if I don't have to give chase.

I hate people today.

I love what ita ! said years ago:

We must counter pernicious mansplaining with a grandiose vagenda.

Connie-

The heart of "mansplaining" is explaining to you that your experience isn't real. So when I (who have been sewing for over 30 years) tell my boss at the theatre that it will take me an hour to hem a skirt, and he says "How could it possibly take that long?" and I tell him each step of the process, about the size of the skirt and that I like to have students do hemming, and it takes them much longer than me to do a nice job, he interrupts me and says "It couldn't possibly take that long," and starts offering suggestions to me on how to improve the hemming process THAT's mansplaining, even though there wasn't much explaining going on.

Now the first question is sort of annoying because I am an expert, it is the NOT BELIEVING ME when I detail my expertise that is mansplaining.

I think.

My male students do it to me and the designers, too. I think they are just trying to sound smart, but they will speak in fittings like they are design experts. I usually just laugh at them, though, because I have the power there!