It never ends

So last night, on the way home from getting groceries, I noticed that my brakes were acting a little funny. This morning I checked the brake fluid and indeed it was super low. I'm going to go pick some up and top it up. However it's hydraulic, *if* I do have air in the system, it's a problem. So I wend around looking for some info on how to take care of this. I found this lovely sexist article.

How to bleed your breaks

The article is actually the most useful in terms of giving you the most useful information on how to do the job, but then there is lovely tidbits like this:

Sneak into the kitchen and appropriate the small turkey baster.

Which wouldn't be so bad if it weren't followed up with:

Cue the Helper
Your helper needs to be someone who can follow instructions exactly. He or she won't get dirty hands so you don't need to pull one of your pals away from the ballgame. A teenager in a white dress will do fine.

Because clearly you are the family man who would *have* to sneak into the kitchen to steal a turkey baster, it certainly wouldn't be your own. And there is no way you could pull your pals away from something so precious as a ball game to perform some menial helper task. That would be far to degrading. Really, was the white dress image necessary?

That said, anybody want to be my teen in a white dress sometime this weekend?

However I do really love living in an age where I, who have never done this before, can hop online and read a ton of articles and watch video clips on how to do it and then feel confident enough to do it myself.

Random body acceptance post!

I like my facial hair. Really I do. I have come a long fucking way in the last 6 or so years. From hatred and loathing, to OMG must be rid of it at all times and oh one day I will have enough money to have it permanently removed and blah, blah, blah, to whatever, people can deal, but I still don't *like* it, to hmmm, the people *I* like, like it, to actually liking it myself.
That said. I properly shaved this morning and it was pure delight. It was done without shame that I *had* to do it. Also with the knowledge and joy that by the next morning I would have the usual stubblies but for the moment my jawline would be silky smooth. It was also a lovely fresh feeling. Mmmm.