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Which is so silly when you think about it: “this tire expert isn’t a REAL mechanic”. Okay…and?? We need both.

A discussion of orthopedic shoes.

Note: the above site is trying to sell you on them, but the concepts/justifications they discuss pertain to your question.

Oh right, I had heard about that: there’s a filter. I’m not sure what instance it’s on and what words it filters, though.

I was using the verb version of a word for a female dog.

America is harder to live in the poorer you are, and it’s on a steeper scale than in other industrialized nations because there are fewer and less robust social services, especially health and child care, and declines in union membership have paired with a rapid increase in wealth inequality that is forcing the shrinking middle class downward and stomping on the poor even harder.

You can live a comfortable life (for now…) if you are firmly middle class and up. Your higher salary than your counterparts in Europe is eaten away at by higher costs, and you deal with risks that they don’t in the form of transportation being car dominated (more accidents and less walking exercise) easy access to guns (the most dangerous being the one in your own home, to you) and less strict food safety laws. Compared to those in Eastern Europe, however, your likelihood of suffering from a foreign attack is drastically lower, not that it was ever very high to begin with.

One thing that Americans take pride in (and rightly, mind you) and full advantage of is our First Amendment right to not have our speech be curtailed, so a large amount of the bitching about America, and especially in English, is Americans bitching about America(ns). So there’s a cultural element to it that may or may not exceed the truth.

You improve at what you do often and with mindful intent. You’re already doing that; what’s tripping you up is the guilt you feel at getting things wrong because it feels like you’re being dismissive of people.

But you’re not: you’re actively working on a problem you’ve identified you have, and for partially personal but also kind, interpersonal reasons. There’s no timeline or final grade to worry about, so just focus on enjoying your media and discernment will come to you.

This comment right here.

With burnout and depressive states your ability to foresee the good in life, or even experiences outside of the grind, is severely curtailed: you essentially develop emotional tunnel vision. A psychiatrist can help you break the negative spiral.

The question as posed paints with very broad strokes. I’m guessing by “religious people” you’re probably thinking of American christians of the larger denominations.

Why do you think that religiosity is necessary to oppose queer people? In my experience, opposition to the queer community and expressions of queerness is tied to views on gender and conservative/regressive views overall. While there is certainly overlap between orthodox/regressive religiosity and said roles, you can still see a lot of bigotry from people who don’t care about what any god says, they just think “that limp-wristed fairy isn’t a REAL man”.

As with anything outside the mainstream, the experience of being an atheist (and being “out” as an atheist) can lead people to question more things that are considered normal and empathize with others, but it isn’t a given.

Sometimes deviance enforces a sense of humble and earnest examination of common truths and connection with others and their own struggles, and sometimes it enforces the view that this person knows better than the crowd so no need to really question what is definitely their own views.

God helps those who help themselves.

Also God doesn’t know your kinks and doesn’t want to know.

…shouldn’t you be in 1985?

Good bot.

Whenever I think of bots selling to other bots I think of this, with apologies for Youtube.

Does it feel like these “game changing” techs have lives that are accelerating? Like there’s the dot com bubble of a decade or so, the NFT craze that lasted a few years, and now AI that’s not been a year.

The Internet is concentrating and getting worse because of it, inundated with ads and bots and bots who make ads and ads for bots, and being existentially threatened by Google’s DRM scheme. NFTs have become a joke, and the vast majority of crypto is not far behind. How long can we play with this new toy? Its lead paint is already peeling.

Dictionary.com has an interesting page just on this topic, and it’s more complicated than you might expect.

For the same reason, they walk faster, too.

[…] in blog posts and videos and published memoirs, autistic teens and young adults described living for a decade or more without any way to communicate, while people around them assumed they were intellectually deficient.

On a related note… only 5% of hearing parents with a deaf child will learn sign language.

Do you think kittens are cute?

Do you want to fuck them?

No?

Then there’s nothing wrong with calling cute things cute because “cute” and “sexual” are not the same word or concept.

Well yeah, that’s just kind of the nature of conversations. That’s why a witty retort made an hour later just doesn’t have the oomph as a less funny one made in the moment.

In order to facilitate conversation, comments need to function like conversations, and those things just aren’t set in stone.

What it really comes down to is, when you comment, are you here to talk to people, to listen to them, or to get votes?

If it bothers you, why not sort by New and ignore votes?

You’re not going to avoid herd mentality when socializing within a social species. That’s just how we work. So if it bothers you, curate your experience to how you want it.

Unless they’re “as seen in the hit TV show!” in which case it’s okay to tear those covers off.

“…and I gotta warn you, these fancy European hotels, they got the strangest names, so you better be careful about ordering your ticket. You don’t wanna miss it!” “Yeah sure.” “So the first part’s in January, at the Top Of The World, and the second’s next week, in Summer.” “…pardon?” “I said, it’s in January, at The Top Of The World, and-“ “Where in the world is January right next to summer?” “Oh they’re both 3rd floor.” “What? How’d I get on the 3rd floor?” “Well you gotta order your ticket, first.” “…in January?” “Yes.” “Okay, so I call the ticket office on January 1st and-“ “No no no, you’ll miss it! You gotta so it earlier than that or you’ll be late! You’ll wind up in Summer, next thing you know.” “I don’t know what I know and what I don’t!” “It’s so simple: in January, The Top Of The World.” “Am I doing drugs?” “Why would you be doing drugs?” “How else am I gettin to the top of the world?” “Why, with the stairs of course.” “…okay I think I got my wires all crisscrossed and such.” “Just remember: Summer’s later, January comes first.” “First time you’ve made sense today! So, I get my ticket…sometime, and I go and see the bands in…at…January?” “At January, yes.” “In summer?” “No, that’s next week. Now that one’s at the top of The World.” “…they got booze at the top of the world?” “Try telling me they don’t” “Good, I’m gonna need it. So when I’m in At January, I go-“ “No, January.” “That’s what I said.” “No that’s totally different. It’s happening in January.” “…at the top of the world?” “Yes.” “And just where do you figure that is?” “3rd floor.” “Why am I on third again?”