You say this, but I once was trying to cook a meal in my grandmother’s house and discovered that her peeler was incompatible with my body: it was left handed and I am not.
For some reason, I find the phrasing “her peeler was incompatible with my body” delightful. I think it might be because the way we usually talk about this is in terms of “correct” bodies and “broken” bodies, when it is actually just a compatibility issue
You say this, but I once was trying to cook a meal in my grandmother’s house and discovered that her peeler was incompatible with my body: it was left handed and I am not.
For some reason, I find the phrasing “her peeler was incompatible with my body” delightful. I think it might be because the way we usually talk about this is in terms of “correct” bodies and “broken” bodies, when it is actually just a compatibility issue