One Sunday morning, in an upmarket bakery packed to the hilt with women clutching yoga mats and men proudly carrying papoose-swaddled babies, I glanced around in search of a fresh loaf to serve for lunch. I saw the myriad of shapes, sizes, colours and textures of the loaves on display, and then noticed something. All
imagine trying to paint men giving a shit about their kids as bougie
ugly, cracked loaves of home-baked bread.
wtf are you talking about? “ugly” and “bread” are not words that go together. its wheat and water and its sustained your entire species for 10 thousand years. dumbshit.
imagine trying to paint men giving a shit about their kids as bougie
wtf are you talking about? “ugly” and “bread” are not words that go together. its wheat and water and its sustained your entire species for 10 thousand years. dumbshit.