Left image: trying to follow society’s rigid standards

Right image: following your heart regardless of what others say

No wonder she looks happier - she’s free!

Imagine if we flipped the tables. If it’s all on women to have and raise kids and nothing more, wouldn’t that mean a man’s job is to get laid/donate sperm, impregnate someone once, and that’s it? If that’s all there is and he’s fulfilled his role, there’s no need to stay alive after that. Like a male bee, exploding after mating. Why bother with society, hobbies, learning and growing? OP’s “job” as a man is nothing more than to literally fuck off and die, mission complete.

Obviously I don’t believe that, just taking his argument to its logical conclusion. I’ve heard people say that women are just for making babies so many times in my life, but I’ve never heard men’s role put in the same terms.

It sounds ridiculous because it is ridiculous. We’re all so much more than our biological equipment. I know I’m preaching to the choir here, I just had to rant for a moment.

Ah, so it’s become your weed stash.

Watching Futurama and hearing them say that Nixon was the worst president in history AND alternate history is hard to watch now. The writers get a lot of things right, but Trump completely breaks that joke in a heartbreaking way.

That’s such a cute story. It reminds me of when I go to sweep the floor at work and curious kids ask to try using the broom. Hell yeah, little dude! Let’s turn this chore into something fun!

Well, that’s one way to start the new Axis powers. The internal fascist structure could be a gamble (usually even other fascist leaders want to have more authority than deference), but I guess we’ll see how it goes.

Paper maps weren’t hard to use.

I remember being taught how to use maps in elementary school. Now I can’t help but wonder if that’s taught at all these days.

I know way too many adults who are 100% reliant on their GPS for everything. I find it kind of sad. I spent my early driving years attempting to get lost, then laughing because I always seemed to figure out where I was. I developed a skill that quickly became rare, learning landmarks, recognizing highway numbers, and eventually navigating on vibes because I was already so familiar with the road system that, deep down, I already knew which way was right (even if I didn’t consciously put it all together.)

I bet that kind of navigation seems like magic to young people today.

I remember seeing paper maps of the local area taped onto walls in take-out places.

One time in high school, I dissociated so hard that I temporarily couldn’t understand spoken English. Tbf, I did it intentionally just to see if I could (as nerds do when they’re bored in gym class.) It was very interesting. English sounded like a softer German with French pronunciations, which tracks. I thought it sounded pleasant. I still want to know what non-Native English speakers think, but it was fun to listen to English “from the outside” for a few minutes.

If anybody else has had this experience, I’m curious what it was like for you, too.

Reading this as I pack a bowl and contemplate which version of society I want to build a simulation of today (medieval, modern, or futuristic?)

That’s a plot straight out of Malcolm in the Middle. Reese wanted to get close to a girl he liked and figured that if she’s a cheerleader, he should also become a cheerleader.

The funny thing is,

In the days before “fidget toys” were commonly known and/or accepted, before society understood what autism/ADHD looked like in girls, all my erasers suffered this brutality. It probably wouldn’t have had to happen if teachers didn’t keep confiscating my Silly Putty and these things, whatever you call them.

My grades were good, but my hands needed something to do. When you need to stim, you need to stim. Take away the appropriate outlets for it, and you’re left with stabbed erasers and obnoxious pencil-tapping.

String theory has entered the chat

What a thing to read as I went to take my first bite of the day.

Breakfast has been postponed.

"I apologise it was taken that way. I was with a group of friends and there was nothing serious about it.”

Haven’t we heard that enough by now to know that’s a pathetic, bullshit excuse? What you say with friends reveals something about you and how you think. The guy could’ve said nothing and he’d have been fine, but for some reason the idea of taking over Iceland was in his mind and for some reason he felt comfortable making light of it. If infringing on another country’s sovereignty is such a non-issue that he feels comfortable joking about it, he’s clearly not fit to be an ambassador. (Though as a Trump-appointee, it’s hardly surprising he’s not fit for the job.)

It’s so random, too. I’ll forget the word in languages that I’m fluent in, but remember it in Japanese or French or something else that I only studied a little bit of.

I end up having to describe the concept I’m trying to recall and hope that whoever I’m talking to can put the pieces together to help me find what word I’m looking for. Brains are weird.

Eye contact is a great way to get assaulted by a homeless person who is possibly dealing with psychosis.

Hey now, that’s not fair. In NYC, it’s also a great way to get scammed by fake monks.

No one migrated en masse to Lemmy because making an account here is too much work for someone to just hop on over and check out.

On the plus side, Lemmy doesn’t force you to make an account in order to view it. That’s becoming increasingly rare these days. It used to be normal to lurk for a while and get a feel for a site before taking the jump to making an account, but so many places won’t let you view a damn thing unless you sign up (and then when you have an account, they try to force their app onto you. Because of course.)

At least with Lemmy, newcomers can browse around and decide if making the account is worth it. The choices involved in picking an instance might not draw in crowds, but hopefully it’ll draw in those who actually want to engage with the site. Quality over quantity.

Don’t forget that prescription meds get applied to our deductibles, but OTC meds don’t. In other words, it’s more money from consumers’ pockets and a lower chance of insurance having to pay out.

Buying over-the-counter meds doesn’t count toward your deductible. I swear this is just another way to get consumers to pay more while letting insurance companies off the hook.