I’ll just go on living my life in Norway, fielding questions left and right like “is it really that bad/racist/scary in America?”.
I’ll just go on living my life in Norway, fielding questions left and right like “is it really that bad/racist/scary in America?”.
As a former Catholic, I can say at least personally, religion did not make me feel good. It made me feel like many thoughts and feelings I had made me a bad person. It made me smug and judgemental.
Boobs just stay full and up, despite aging, breastfeeding, etc. if we are going to have periods, at least make them painless. Cells just shut down cancer every single time it starts, making it obsolete. You wouldn’t get out of breath at the top of a staircase/big hill if there’s anyone nearby.
I really liked it, and more than the movie. But I saw them in that order.
But what if you look like, and in fact are, a middle aged person in a traditionally socially closed off foreign land?
Anywhere between 28-32. Old enough that people take you mostly seriously but young enough that the world still feels like it’s set up with you specifically in mind.