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It’s kind of wild It’s just never come up on this blog before, but I HATE holsteins. Bottom 10 cow breeds for me. I hate how they’re so common they account for the majority of milk produced. I hate that they’re the “default” cow to the point where some don’t even know cattle HAVE other colors. I hate their tiny horns (IF THEY EVEN HAVE THAT. LOSER ASS HORNLESS COW) and their painfully massive udders.
Legit I’m trying so hard to not launch into a No Mouth Must Scream style AM speech– shoot my hand slipped.
(AM speech about why i dont like holsteins below the cut)
you’ll get the urge as an artist or a writer to say out loud the things you’re worried about “the proportions are off” “kind of out of character” “i’m not good at summaries” “didn’t get as much detail as i wanted” “i made a mistake and here’s how” and that’s the self-conscious part of your brain telling you “it’s bad and if you don’t tell them you know it’s bad then they’ll think you’re stupid” but you’ve got to ignore that little voice and pretend you think it’s good or else that little voice is going to ruin your life
