You glare up at the sky.
"I didn't wound you out of hatred,
But I don't have wings,
And the sky is so high..."
..."Go ahead and use my wings, spider.
But even you, who is yet to know the hardships of flying, will someday realize that you were only flying within someone's hand,
And that you were calling that freedom..."--Hide with Spread Beaver "Pink Spider
Gordon Ramsay doesn’t care about your gender, race, or creed. All he cares about is that you can cook.
The contestant, Christine, is blind, and he lets her know exactly what he thinks of her dish.
OMG I was preparing myself to be enraged by him making some horrible comment but now I’m crying in Starbucks GOD DAMMIT
Christ I am not okay with these fEELINGS
That’s so cute I wanna cry
When people call Gordon out on being an asshole I nod in agreement, because frankly? He is.
But when people say he’s a heartless bully who doesn’t care about the people on his shows or around him? I think they’re delusional. He has high standards for the people he works with, he shouts and curses and uses terrible language. But he is an accurate depiction of what working in a professional kitchen is like. It’s hot, stressful, and probably your boss is going to be a crusty old bastard who has spent too much time on their feet. You will spend too much time on your feet. You will face your own mistakes and have them shoved in your face by your boss. These things happen. He’s preparing people for that reality.
He pushes people because in his way he wants them to be the best they can be, and his shows in America show an unfairly prejudiced side of him. Because Gordon Ramsey has taken more chefs under his wing than people realize.
He knows when someone needs and deserves a kind word, and when someone needs and deserves a resounding verbal smack down. And he doles both out. We just only see the resounding verbal smack downs because they make good tv.
I finished cutting my wig and sewing wefts into the bangs of my wig, I wasn’t feeling to good about it until I stubbed the ponytail bdso it would be higher on my head and I’m so happy with my decision. Last year was a rush job, I bought a Jeannie from Arda in black, this one is a Jasmine in dark brown. I’m almost ready for next month’s photoshoot.
Okay so fun story time:
My dad is Scottish. And I don’t mean like “MY GREAT GREAT GRANDFATHER WAS BORN IN EDINBORO” I mean like he was born in Fife and he has an accent and he kind of has a love/hate relationship with America and really is kind of obsessed with his place of birth. So what does it mean to live with my particular brand of expat-parent?
Documentaries. All the documentaries. All of them about Scotland. About the history, the architecture, the music, the scenery. I, honestly, probably know more about Scotland than I do about America because if he can put on a documentary he feels a bit closer to home and…well. Mom and I don’t have the heart to complain. Also the nerd within me loves them.
But my dad put on this one called A Portrait of Scotland tonight and up strolls Peter Capaldi.
And I’m just like ‘shut the fuck up the newest doctor is on my tv’. And guys he’s a super talented artist? Like all my whovian buddies (spoiler alert: not my fandom) are all like “WOW HE’S A GREAT ACTOR” “WOW SEXY ACCENT” “OOOH SILVER FOX”.
But no one is mentioning how he’s this really fucking brilliant artist?
I’m disappointed in all of you. jsyk.
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