End of February CUPCAKESPLOSION!

It's that time of the month again, kiddies! We are just about finished with February and that means it is time for a CUPCAKESPLOSION!

It also happens to be Fat Tuesday; the feast before the fast... for some folk, anyway.

Seems like a good enough reason to shower you with some MARDI GRAS CUPCAKES!

Would You Be My Patron Saint of Plague?

Ah, Valentine's Day. The one day of the year where most feel obligated to shower their significant others with flowers and food and lingerie and folded pieces of paper and candy that tastes like rejected classroom chalk. I mean, yeah, you could do these things on any day of the week, but for some odd reason, Valentine's Day is special.

Many of us think it's because guys like Hallmark and Godiva invented the day just to increase profits. I won't argue that they and other companies have certainly raked in their fair share of the bucks, that's a bit too cynical a view about this day... and I'm a cynic!

And as it is ever my joy in life to educate my fellow human beings, come and take an ever so brief jump into some of the hidden truths about Valentine's Day.

Picking the Low-Hanging Fruit

Sometimes, I feel quite impotent in my anger and it might be self-imposed. Several times in the last nine days, I have started writing only to just delete everything and walk away from it. Not because I don't want to vent my frustrations, but because of what I desperately want to vent about. Not because I think it may upset some people, but because everyone else is talking about it.

End of January CUPCAKESPLOSION!

I've said it in the past and it still holds true today; Misanthropy And Cupcakes is nothing without cupcakes.

When I restarted this, I figured one of the things I could do at (or near) the end of the month was troll around the internet for some cupcake recipes to share with you guys. After all, you have to put up with my verbal dribblings, so the very least I can do is offer you something sweet in return. Granted, I'm not gonna make them for you, but I'm always happy to share what limited knowledge I possess.

...this blog's proof of that.

Now, since this month has been a little taxing on all of us, I figured you could use a drink of sorts. So, delve right into these ALCOHOLIC CUPCAKES!

The Essence of My Misanthopy: An Old Topic Revisited

I figured it was time to revisit this one topic. It was one of the first I wrote during the previous incarnation, and I know I can't hope to match its eloquence. Still, it must be tried. After all, I do feel a need to explain myself. After all, I do walk through life calling myself a misanthrope.

And there always seems to be a strangely odd stigma attached to misanthropy. Not the same kind as with misogyny or misandry, but it is there; we simply don't talk about it as much. And why would anyone? If a misogynist, a misandrist, and a misanthropist see each other in a bar, it's more likely that the misogynist and the misandrist will tear into each other while ignoring the misanthropist as they sit silently in the corner.

So, let's start at the basics.

Conspicuous Consumption: or Why My Lunch Needs To Cost More Than Your Rent

Conspicuous consumption. Hoo boy, conspicuous consumption.

Of all the things on this planet I can't truly understand, and believe me when I say that the list of those things is legion, conspicuous consumption is easily within the top five. Maybe one day, I'll make a list of those top five things, but for now, you're just getting this one.

I really don't want to talk about it, but...

...it needs to be said by someone. I mean, I started this back up so I could talk and rant and vent for as long as I could stand it, so I had better post something.

And while I am loathe to do it, gods damn it, it has to be done.

So yeah, I gotta talk about Trump and his wall.

We're back, bitches!

How long has it been, now? Four years? Five? Doesn't matter.

Well, kiddies, decisions were made. After so long away, we here at M&C are back.