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Oh, phrenology’s been back for a while. Or at the very least, these idiots have been taking tape measures to bones because of bigoted nonsense. Phrenology in the historical sense might actually be too complex for them.

Incel communities have long been touting the existence of a dating appeal hierarchy based on “canthal tilt” and “hunter eyes.” They believe that you’re born more or less likely to pick up “Stacies” based on the subtle shape of your eyebrows and chin. Meanwhile, “transvestigators” take the “we can always tell” insistence of transphobes to such insane depths that they think they can tell from photographs and video that every person they see on TV is transgender and secretly part of a literal satanic cult because of minute observations that they think they’re making about celebrity bone structure. Oh, yeah, and it’s a huge staple of transphobia just in general. “Transvestigators” have just raised it to what they think is an art form, but is really just raw, concentrated delusion.

Never underestimate the depths of pseudoscience to which people will stoop in order to create out-groups. You will always be disappointed.

Sometimes I hate being on the autistic spectrum, because I KNOW I’d end up making the same scene that this guy did and launch into the exact same petty argument. Well. . .probably. I’m a woman in my case, so I might just be stuck baking the cake myself and never have it come up. It’s not that, to use this guy’s situation as an example, vanilla is bad, it’s that once something is decided, it gets baked (heh) into my head, so any deviation from what was explicitly established throws me off hard enough that I start feeling way less logical and appreciative than I would otherwise and acting like a child.

Granted, the response from the woman (and the response neurotypicals tend to give to pushback over minor situations in general) confuses me anyway. It’s. . .cake? It’s not that serious? Since I’m also PICKY, I also very much get having to quickly cover my blunt comments with “I’m not saying this because of anything wrong with your cooking, I swear, the dish was cooked well and looked great, I’m just super finicky and dislike (insert ingredient here).” Which. . .apparently wasn’t enough in this case? Like, it’s not personal. It’s REALLY not personal. If I say I’m not in the mood for vanilla today, it means I’m just not in the mood for vanilla today. I assume it’s the same for this guy. No one is trying to “embarrass you in front of your kids.” How does that reflect on you? You’re not the one eating around a line of vanilla and complaining about home cooking made with love. THAT’S embarrassing. When I eat around stuff, I KNOW I look like a clown and just hope no one cares. Then she tried to intimidate him by threatening to stop doing something nice for him and he. . .gave an admittedly pretty rude but also perfectly fair response in the heat of the moment? Like, he DID overreact, and it’s weird he didn’t notice in retrospect, but HUMANS overreact just by nature, and the response to this both privately and publicly is enough to make me live in existential terror because holy crap, THIS is all it takes to be a pariah?

Is all this drawing battle lines in the sand between neurotypical and neurodivergent people? Finicky people and people who just scoop up anything on their plate? Both? Considering all the women responding to the question, is it partially because he’s a guy and there’s some kind of subtext of assumed misogyny, so to a degree I DON’T have to worry about this? Or is there something else here I’m missing?

EDIT All of which is to say, his behavior was still BAD, and frankly I think he lacks a shocking amount of self awareness, I just GET it. Frankly, I SUPER agree with some of the other comments here that say the core issue here is a communication issue. Neither of these people know how to explain their side, so it’s just. . .two people getting progressively angrier at each other and it turning into a mess.

I’m in camp “Midwestern American who says tuna fish”. . .but I’m also right there with the person that said they don’t order them and tuna fish sandwiches are something made at home.

For the record, I don’t know why the fish part is specified. It just always was. It’s not like my family called it a “can of tuna fish” growing up or anything. It’s just the sandwiches. Put that tuna between two slices of bread and suddenly the word “fish” gets thrown in there. Maybe it just sounds more fun if you add more syllables? Either that or somebody in the region had to explain that tuna was a kind of fish years and years ago and it just stuck.

Well, Jabba is wide, wrinkly, and tapers off at the end, so,

Croissant

“But that’s not a bagel-”

Jabba is also a crime lord, and thus does not care about your laws.

Croissant