Welcome to the small town you chose to live in, Corissa. Sign up for NextDoor and complain about it there.
It's still twilight when these were taken, so it's not like she's living in the ghetto or barrio or neighborhood adjoining a college campus of a big, progressive city—where illegal fireworks going off at all hours during the first week of July (or anytime year-round when certain individuals find leftover fireworks and will light them off after a hard night's drinking) are one of the many joys of living there.
If anyone’s dog is so severely distressed by fireworks that it can’t deal and meds don’t help, they need to have a vet evaluate the animal’s quality of life. A dog like that sounds psychologically unsound and as long as it has teeth, potentially dangerous. Most dogs don’t like fireworks but they get through them just fine with extra pets and reassurance.
Some dogs—and cats—really don't handle fireworks well. But there are practical things you can do to help them out, such as take them down into a basement or into an interior bathroom where it's quietest, or see your vet about prescribing a mild sedative.
PL: I've got a cat who is already on Gabapentin for anxiety/hyperreactivity, and doubling her dosage for a few days got her through her first 4th of July weekend in a small town just fine.
Moving to a small town and expecting them to change their cultural tradition is awfully colonialist of Corissa.
LOL, isn't it?
Among the things she talks about is "aging in a fat body."
She's not even 40. She shouldn't even start to know the first damned thing about real, chronological aging until she's well into her 50s, if not later. And the fact is she
doesn't know.
What she calls "aging"—emergent and chronic health problems, loss of mobility, inability to perform basic personal care, aches and pains, prematurely-aged skin, not being able to get up and down your own front steps without fucking up your knee and requiring PT for over a year after—is nothing more than totally avoidable Fat Consequence.
Corissa's trying to pass off her and Juliana's ever-increasing, self-inflicted debility as natural aging that
just happens to be taking place while they live in fat bodies. But to hear her tell it, there's absolutely no connection between their obesity and poor dietary choices and the fact their bodies are falling apart. Nah—that's just aging;
totally normal, and it's fatphobia and ableism to point out that no, they're not.
As an oldfag, I've got no patience for Corissa's self-justifying fatty death-cult bullshit.
Oh yes, yes, Corissa is so generous and altruistic!
I'd like to know what Corissa gets if some rando follower gets $500.
And did she just learn the word "divest," lmao?
Corissa just learned about the word "divest," but she still doesn't know what it fucking means, or how to use it properly.
If she had AMZN shares in a stock portfolio, and sold them,
that would be divestment. What she's doing is not divestment.
The word she's really after is "distance": "I've been trying to distance myself from Amazon, and become less reliant upon them, both as an affiliate and as a customer."
Frankly, it's all just a weaselly way to say, "Yeah, I know Amazon is supposed to be bad, but I'm a consoomer who is so debilitated by my own fatness that I'm not going to exert any more effort than is convenient to buy from local businesses. I know I'm not going to overcome my Amazon dependency by renouncing it entirely, but I want y'all to think I totally would."
