Hey, burnt offerings were made to the gods of old, right?

Avocados aren’t supposed to be sweet. I can’t do dairy, so sometimes I’ll use avocado to get that creaminess I’m looking for, but my favorite way to eat them is in guacamole with some tortilla chips.

Drives me insane. Like, you mother fuckers aren’t here to get a grade, you’re here to learn this shit so you know what to do when you see it in whatever hospital hires your dumb ass.

This is happening because the job market is absolutely fucked. Students are under the impression that grades are what will drive job prospects, because nobody is hiring on merit any more.

My SIL has been a nurse in the cardiac surgery department for nearly a decade, and even her hospital is now using AI to screen potential new hires.

We’re so cooked.

Yeah, US politics has been hugely distressing for me, it’s such a direct continuation of my childhood trauma sometimes, with added new threats to worry about.

It also helps to recognize the areas of my life where I did get lucky breaks. My belief in the cult broke when I was 19, and I was so convinced my stepdad would literally murder me that I ran away from home and started couch surfing with strangers I met on the internet. I knew it might be human trafficking, I knew that these people could rape me and dump my body in a ditch, but between this rock and that hard place, there was a small glimmer of hope.

I got lucky. They helped me establish my residency in a new state, going so far as to notarize an affidavit that I was living at their address, so I could get a state ID and start looking for work. I was able to find a job, and get a cheap dorm-style apartment with shared bathrooms and kitchen/commons, find love.

Then the bottom fell out of the market in the '08 crash.

I got so very lucky.

Yeah, mom was also a teen when she got pregnant, my bio dad isn’t even listed on my birth certificate. She had a string of incredibly bad boyfriends and another baby before settling down with my stepdad, falling into the incredibly cult-y church he was in, and having one more baby. My youngest brother was always the favorite, because he’s the only “legitimate” child out of us, and I was the oldest and only girl so a lot of parenting fell on me even when I was still in elementary school.

I think I got lucky with having my great-grandmother help raise me before the cult. Quite a lot of my personality mirrors hers, but she was a teen during the Great Depression, so I inherited some weirdly relevant worldviews there. These were further reinforced with living in a state that didn’t believe in social safety nets like adequate food assistance, so I got roped into helping mom with finding edible food in the grocery store garbage, because I was small enough to fit into the dumpsters.

I don’t know if it’s PTSD, AvPD, or what, but I do have a hard time connecting with people who haven’t been through similar trauma before. I find that too many people are insulated in a comfortable bubble and don’t want to believe these things can happen, so I always feel like everybody thinks I’m a liar, and I just get so angry and stop talking to them.

I’ve been with my partner for the past 16 years tho, because they’ve got similar trauma and they understand.

In my case it meant “if I can’t cheer them up, they’ll hit me”. They both did it, but my stepdad was worse about the random punishments. Turns out he had undiagnosed schizophrenia, and I was getting hit because he was having hallucinations about me doing/saying something.

Its been a couple years, but I remember my map path thing showed I had to go into a pink hostile area. I figured it was a stealth mission, but I couldn’t pull it off and gave up.

The store I usually go to has been unusually bad about stocking things lately, and it’s infuriating. I’m already having to drive 20min to the store (I hate driving), then I gotta navigate the mess, try to find things, overcome sticker shock at the price (seriously, $3/lb for fresh broccoli?!), only to find out that the cheap version is out of stock and I gotta revamp my whole plan on the fly because they’ve only got the fucking pasta that costs twice as much in stock.

I am about ready to start tipping shelves over.

Red Dead Redemption 2. I played partway through, then ran into that quest where Arthur was supposed to meet one of his party members in Blackwater, but it just kept spawning bounty hunters and I gave up after dying like ten times and not finding this guy.

Ultimate Frisbee Association

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Yeah, I agree that the attempt to engage is the most important aspect. What actually constitutes “engagement” is up to semantic debate.

I do think that new arguments should be evaluated, even if it’s presented in bad faith. I feel that the bad faith nature of the argument is a factor that counts poorly in my evaluation, but it’s good to have a solid understanding of the nuance in your stance, even when it comes to the ridiculous.

But by your own admittance, you did think about it once the question was posed, so no, you’re not an intellectual nepobaby.

We have all had past experiences with how hard brick-adjacent substances affect teeth, so it’s not discarding it as a knee-jerk reaction. If you went to a dental college, and the professor made the claim before you knew better, I’d assume you’d be interested in finding out how he came to that conclusion, correct?

For example, should I engage in the “challenging idea” that the world is run by lizard people?

As a counterpoint, you likely have. You’re aware of the position, aware of the proposed evidence, and determined the evidence falls short of proof, which means you’ve engaged with their thinking before rejecting it.

That’s right, it goes in the square hole

I’ve been listening to them since I found their first album at the ren faire, haha

It just came out, which probably why it’s not on here, but I really enjoyed The Spinning Wheel by Mediæval Bæbes

Schrodinger says “maybe”

Nah, this is depicting animal abuse. Packing peanuts are typically contained in boxes, so this cat was evidently in a box at one point before being evicted into the cruel cold world by uncaring humans. Those mean, nasty humans even took a picture of this poor cat’s suffering to point at and laugh with their friends. They probably even tried to claim the cat was in the wrong, because of some nonsense about the box containing fragile items to be shipped, typical.

I strongly suspect that this sort of thing is done as a gradual rollout to gauge response. You may have just been lucky enough to avoid being sorted into a test group.