I know a few trans librarian acquaintances who got the fuck out of Florida because the legal environment was getting too spicy. So yes, generally agree that if you fear criminal prosecution for doing your job something is wrong. In the trans librarian case, it’s Florida. In Doge’s case it was their behavior.

Not sure where I’m going with this, thinking on which set of folk feared repercussions enough to change something (environment or behavior)

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It’s for sure paper rock scissors

The online card catalog my library uses recently added an “AI Research Assistant” feature. While debating whether to turn it on (we decided against), this blog post came up. tldr the assistant won’t return results for certain topics. The is Not Cool. That (and the fact the flipping assistant can’t even limit itself to suggesting resources available in our library) is a deal breaker, without even getting into other considerations.

Look, we can’t be blamed for what our parents named us. ^SMH

It’s novel on someone else’s home.

Ah, ok. It sounded like you were advocating for helping the “easy cases” and ignoring those that needed a bit more support.

Reminder: being mentally ill or addicted folks doesn’t preclude someone from holding down a job and/or being a “regular” person. They might just need extra supports.

Source: have mental illness. Am mostly a regular person but need extra supports. Am currently holding down a job requiring an MS.

I could be pushed to 3 homes. One person owns a triple-decker building, lives on one floor and rents out the other two to students. That sounds fine to me.

Rereading: you said houses, not homes. 2 houses sounds good. One main home and a mother-in-law unit seems reasonable.

The sort that would want a Hitler clone would be happy with a direwolf-style pseudo-clone with good marketing.

Me, neither. I think the target market is grievers who believe chatgpt is a magic Oracle. It’s taking the memory of someone dear and diluting it with nonsense.

I’m 4 years out from losing my dad. Can confirm: one of the most upsetting things is knowing I’m unlikely to make new memories of him.

(Unlikely but not unable: his frat brother told last year me about how they used get together in Dad’s room, smoke pot, and play tabletop RPGs. I… I knew about the tabletop games but not the marijuana.)

All potato items 💔

Fist bump for “mother’s outdated psych textbooks”! Mine were about what I guess we’d call now atypical and neurodivergent child development. Lots of use of the R word. 😬

Also, I’m glad you figured yourself out, or are on the path to it (it’s a journey and I’m not sure how to know when it’s done). From experience: life is more comfortable when you’re not trying to fit yourself into a box of the wrong shape, even if politics makes it wicked scary, at least you’re not fighting your own brain as much.

As someone slightly older than you: don’t forget your stretches and exercises. Sunscreen is your friend. (All that’s supposed to be reassuring and friendly)

I have an uncommon birth name. My only known name doppelganger has a high prestige job and has started over taking me in search results. I’m happy to finally be a bit less Google-able.

Borrowing accessories is fine, though.

I once had a grad class that let out at at 10pm. On the bus ride to class, I was fine. On the ride from class my stomach was in my throat, all the nausea. After a few classes I figured out the difference: on the way to class, there was traffic and people getting on and off. On the home the bus just booked it over all the potholes because it didn’t have up constantly stop.

That’s also when I learned Dramamine [anti-nausea med] makes me wicked nauseous on an empty stomach.

[not the person you replied to]No worries. Especially with some is the less well-known identities, if you don’t know it exists you can’t know it’s an option to identify with it.

For me, being asexual was a possibility and identifying as asexual was an option, neither of which I was aware of in high school.

What I’m trying to say is words are hard.

He might have been an engineer unlucky enough to be promoted to project manager

Now, I was lucky in high school. I was one of the “good kids” with impeccable grades and a quiet demeanor, so when I shoved a kid down the stairs for pinching my butt, no one saw anything. (LPT: don’t pinch someone’s butt as they are going up the stairs. They have the high ground and might be startled. I’m still pissed at that kid. He was fine, we were only a few steps up.)