I didn’t know what it was at all until I came to the comments. I just thought, “Why is there a random cooler rolling around? Did somebody lose it?”
Ah, can’t wait to look back on this comment a few years from now and slowly shake my head at how naive I was…
Sounds like an appropriate Christmas gift for Kristi Noem.
My mom learned how to train her dogs… long after my siblings and I had grown up. She now sees my aunt with her new puppy, doing the shit she might have done with us, and criticizing her for it.
I mean, I’m glad she learned, and can recognize shitty instruction. Would’ve been nice if she’d understood that reward works better than punishment back when I was a kid, though.
Which is weird, because with Lemmy’s small community, all it took was a glance at the username for me to go, “Oh, I know SatansMaggotyCumFart, they’re cool. Which means that comment was definitely sarcasm.”
I work with kids, including a bright little boy who told me that “Why?” is his favorite question. I explicitly tell him that I hope he never stops asking it. His questions challenge the depths of my knowledge and compel me to look up questions I never thought of before. I love it.
I call him my “little scientist.” He’s only 4 and he teaches my coworkers new things all the time. I feel so lucky to get to work with a little knowledge-sponge that’s as curious as I am!
How do you choose who the unlucky bastards are that get sent to the field to grow food for the people who don’t have to work?
Preferably, they’d be people without disabilities that prevent them from doing that kind of work. OP didn’t say, “Nobody should work,” just that being able to live shouldn’t be dependent on working.
For millions of people with disabilities, the difference between those two ideas is life-changing. It’s important not to conflate them.
I just watched the Magic School Bus (Rides Again) episode that explains magnets this past weekend.
Worth it, by the way. That series still has a way of making some things seems so simple.
Uh oh. I’m afraid JD Vance heard about you having a rumored “Bone Couch.” He’s now coming over for a visit.
Y’all are still shopping at these places? It’s been over a year since I last went to HD (just before I found out about their pro-Trump donations) and even longer since I shopped from Target or Amazon. Fuck all three of them.
Look, I’ve used a variety of toys throughout my life, but my hand still works better tha- oh you mean a different metaphorical “happy button.” Carry on, then.
Where’s my “Wed-nes-day” crew? I can’t be the only one who likes to phonetically pronounce that day.
See also: Feb-ru-ar-y
And for bonus points: my brother insists that “grand prix” be pronounced as grand pricks. I can’t deny his logic.
If there’s nobody in your area doing anything politically exciting, it’s not Run for Something’s fault. Individuals from all over the country choose to sign up with RfS. They’re not a touring group going around recruiting from some major cities, but not others.
Perhaps you need to spread the word about RfS locally? I mean if you really want local change, it can totally start with you.
… and if we don’t get a dopamine hit from exercise?
I don’t have anything crucial to respond with, but I like hearing what you have to say. Feel free to go on and on if you feel so inclined!
I love to make a positive impression on the world. I love to empower children, give comfort to those around me, to volunteer my energy and talents for a greater good.
But in the back of my mind, sometimes there’s a little voice that reminds me, “Whatever good you put into the world, your mom can vicariously claim to have created. This will never not be true, because she is responsible for your existence.”
And I hate it. I learned what not to be by observing her. I learned how hypocrites are able to function, how some people are able to override reality with their “feelings,” and how manipulators manage to get their way. Credit goes where it’s due, for sure, but she really shouldn’t be proud of the things she taught me. I became who I am in spite of her, not because of her.
I will always accept more hope. These are really strong points.
There are probably numerous similar bands of scorned professionals working together after being burned by Trump.
I came to the same conclusion. I know how my mom reacts to news she doesn’t like - she defaults to denial. My memory has always been stronger than hers, so there’s no shortage of incidents that I remember, that she has long forgotten. (The tree remembers what the axe forgot, after all.) If I were to attempt to bring things up, she’d deny such things ever happened. Instead of me having catharsis and her having self-recognition, I’d be put in a defensive position and she’d say I’m exaggerating or making things up. Which is to say, attempting to have a serious talk with her always makes me feel worse.
Thankfully, I have siblings, and they remember what our childhood was like. We have all given up on trying to get our mom to see the light. Instead, we have a secret group chat where we can vent as needed.
Thank you! I’m still not ready to hope for things, but this is fantastic news!
Did you mean, “Trump is to MAGA, as Taylor Swift is to swifties”?
That is, the MAGA cult around Trump is comparable to the fan-cult around Taylor Swift? (Neither of which can accept imperfections in their idol?)
The way it was originally written compares Trump and Swift to each other (and MAGA and swifties to each other), which doesn’t make much sense. But from the context it’s clear you’re comparing the nature of their fans. It follows more to switch a few words around.
Not trying to be a jerk, just trying to make sense of things that don’t add up with my tired, stressed, autistic brain.