hauntedhanks said: omg but they’re like produced by hasbro as far as i know they were never even used by ‘witches’ or anyone associated w/ them like it was just a toy based on some other witch practice or s/t??
Yeah! It actually was never associated with witchcraft. It was associated with Spiritualism (which coincided with Christianity!). Spiritualism (the belief that the dead can be contacted) was a big “fad” in the 1800s. But the first ouija boards were marketed as toys and always have been. They have zero root in demonism except in entirely fictional horror movies.
I know this because I did the research to prove a point to my roommate, but he refuses to budge. He didn’t throw the thing away though. He put it out in the shed lol. He is so uncomfortable with it being in the house, which I totally respect, but our friends do not.
My roommate is so terrified of ouija boards. He doesn’t understand that they are just toys. A mutual friend left a ouija board here last night, and I’m pretty sure my roommate just threw it in the dumpster.
When people treat you like they don’t care, believe them.
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#and here we see the important distiction:#mistakes from children are okay because they are learning#mistakes from adults who claim to be experts deserve to be called out
Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.
i just want to hug all of them
Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.
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