This article is disgusting

Another repost of a repost:

While scrolling through Glamour's Health & Fitness section this morning, I stumbled across a repost and link to this article in AskMen.com entitled "Top 10: Subtle Ways To Tell Her She's Getting Fat."

A few gems?

• Take her to places where she has to wear a swimsuit
• Leave "now" and "then" photos lying around and talk about how hot she looks in the "then" shots
• Sabotage her chair—so it breaks.
• Buy her clothes that are too small.

The pictures are terrible too.

While it doesn't relate to food exactly, it definitely relates to body image and the way we communicate with each other about our bodies and the changes they go through.

Pieces like this make me so angry. I try to keep a clear head and think about ways in which women might tell their significant other that they've put on weight, but nothing like this. God...I feel like women are much more tolerant of changes in men's bodies, yet we're expected to adhere to the impossible standards set upon us by the male-dominated gaze of the media/society/etc.

I'll get off my soapbox now because this isn't supposed to be a blog where I vent about this stuff. But goddamn. Way to be part of the problem, guys...

"Sandwich Steak"

Question: Has anyone ever heard of "sandwich steaks" before? I'm assuming they're a similar thing to minute steaks since they cook so damn fast...

Any male readers squeamish about girly period stuff, stop reading...

Okay, so I have the good fortune to be strangely in sync with the full moon (clearly, the menstruation goddess or whomever has a sense of humor), and given that Tuesday was a full moon (and an eclipse, no less), let's just say this week has been something of a mini roller-coaster.

I had a physical today and had to get some blood taken (for an anemia test—ironic, no?), and after getting sucked dry, I was feeling kind of shaky and weepy and pissed off over phone troubles.

A lot of blood for a tiny girl to lose in a matter of hours. By the time I got home, I needed chocolate and caffeine and advil...and steak?

Now, a lot of you guys who know me know that I kind of hate red meat and only eat it a few times a year. That's why when I get a craving for it, I know it's for a reason—I need it, damnit. I reminds me of that Friends episode where pregnant (and bewildered) vegetarian Phoebe wolfs down hamburgers ("for the babies").

Only, I'm kind of the opposite of pregnant, but you get the idea.

I've probably mentioned the sketchy meat market down the street and how I go there for cheap non-meat things like oatmeal (also high in iron but just not the same). Well, this afternoon, I decided to purchase actual meat there.

This place has a refrigerated room for the all the meat (see photo). I spent a long time looking for something cheap that came in a small quantity and that I could use in a variety of preparations.

I ended up walking home with a $2.82 package (about 12 oz) of these sandwich steaks, which are very cute and tiny. I put a little pepper and rosemary on them (not sure why, I just figured I should put something on them) and grilled them. They were very tasty topped with truffle salt (another weird addition, I admit) and served with sauteed spinach (to which I added more truffle salt and garlic powder for some reason...)and a baked sweet potato.

I'm a little afraid of what I'll concoct with the leftovers tomorrow...

It's probably a good thing Chris wasn't around for this meal (aside from the whole non-meat-eater thing). Clearly, I am not at my culinary best this time of the month. Still, the over-seasoning was oddly satisfying. Or maybe that was just all the direct animal protein.

Of course, I had chocolate gelato for dessert—perfect. Covered all the bases. The only thing that would have been more perfect would have been if I'd happened to have dark chocolate peanut butter m&ms lying around the house.

Do they even make dark chocolate peanut butter m&ms? They should if they don't.

I could read up for my microbiology class tomorrow, but I'm kind of leaning towards Hemingway instead...