Clear-cut facts are dry as hell, too. No emotion, no worldbuilding. Saying “I went to the baseball game this afternoon” is not as engaging as “Scott’s kid hit his first home run today, you should have seen his dad cheer!”

What answer? Oh, you mean that string of words you just sorta regurgitated from some echoing pit of men who furiously agree with each other on the internet? Yep, pretty easy to criticize that.

Not creepy, normal guys don’t feel the need to point out how not creepy and normal they are.

Not creepy, normal guys don’t wonder why women don’t talk to them.

Not creepy, normal guys don’t treat women as a monolith.

We don’t all share a goddamn hivemind, sending out weekly fliers on hot topics and who we’re ignoring on the internet today.

You talk like someone I would avoid.

Oh yeah you got us. It’s a conspiracy. We all sit upon our mountains of unsolicited dick pics, passing along tidbits of affection to our harems of beta males in return for money and favors. Committed, sexual relationships are a childish male fantasy compared to everlasting detachment of the dick throne.

I bet that’s why poisoning was so big before guns. Like who has the time to learn archery.

Brian Thompson is such a nothing name, I was wondering who it was by the time I got to your comment.

Beautifully phrased. Make science about science again, not about flash in the pan personalities.

Easier in winter if you have good survival skills. There are cabins that sit empty most of the year, especially since a lot of people got them to work remote and then had to return to apartments in the city. Not suggesting anyone should illegally cross the border to steal a cabin, but if you do, send us updates.

I’ve dated a few people who seemed progressive, and I’m a woke-ass queer, but names were a sticking point. I have a complicated welsh travesty of a name I would happily trade in for something shorter - so when I got engaged and I didn’t like his name either, and neither did he, I suggested we both pick something new and change our names together. I mean, if it’s no big deal for me to change my name, it shouldn’t be for him either, right? Anyway, I’m single now.

The war with AI didn’t start with a gun shot, a bomb or a blow, it started with a Reddit comment.

I’m an artist. Once you go method, you don’t go back.

this is a long shot but… i was walking by jesero’s crater when u fell from the sky like an angel, did it hurt lol? anyway i tried to talk bout the weather (like pick a temperature scale lol) but u busy checkn systems or something anyway i thot i saw u lookn at rocks out about ne syrtis and figured id hit u up since u around pls respond wit a pic of u latest regolith sample so i know it’s u

The treatment gauntlet is brutal. I’ve done illegal drugs before, but now I just microdose mushrooms in addition to my prescribed stims, which were legal the last place I lived, where my psyche knew about and okay’d it, but not here. They wanted me to come to the hospital daily to get my meds and take weekly piss tests. I average about one alcoholic drink a week, so it’s fucking ridiculous knowing people who get wasted three times a week who have no problems getting meds.

It’s hard to get help because medical doctors are just people who won the birth lottery for financial stability and they’re skilled at rote memorization. They don’t have to be smart or better than average at their jobs.

I’ve seen these barbeque boats floating around tourist spots. They have a grill in the center, seats all around and a driver steers them while they cook and eat. So you get one of those, “accidentally” spill some lighter fluid all over and have a pack of hot dogs for a cover story. After that, it’s as simple as lighting the grill and riding the flames to valhalla.

First we will form a committee that monitors and tracks posts for subject matter that may be political. There will be extensive lists of what is acceptable and what isn’t, topics that will be debated at length every week.

Then, roughly two months into NoPo days, a tampon v pad debate between a childfree estate lawyer and a closeted scentsy sales rep with a breeder fetish will spill over into other instances, inflaming users to pick sides. Both women will become icons on their respective feminine hygiene products until they are both viciously doxed and swatted by opposing communities.

One week after, NoPo days will ban any words related to period protection and thus incite a backlash from lemmy feminists and allied persons.

The committee will be fediversally disbanded only ten weeks into NoPo days and it’s members will be forced to make alt accounts in dishonor.

I support independent creators of all kinds.

Sorry about that, it’s the internet. I’m not a doctor, but it was explained to me that proteins from different sources are not all the same and, while I can process protein from a variety of foods, I don’t do it as efficiently as with muscle proteins. The nutritionist I spoke to - who was a vegan and a vegan activist - said people like me need about 1-2 chicken breasts per week. It’s not uncommon, a lot of people who try to go veggie and can’t hack it just go back to meat without trying to figure out why they felt sick and tired. Other people have said it’s genetic based on your ancestors, but I haven’t seen a lot of evidence to support that. Other sources point to evidence you can alter the way your body processes things by following specific diet plans, but I’m not prepared to feel that shitty again to figure it out.

Oh gee I didn’t try eggs or dairy in the months I felt like shit after going veggie, and neither the doctor nor nutritionist suggested that either. You solved all my dietary needs and I can give up meat now after years of trying to figure out the most sustainable diet I can manage.

Where I live the beef is local and cheap. I’m not able to obtain enough protein without meat, as confirmed by a doctor and a nutritionist when I tried to go vegetarian. With food costs so high it’s cheaper to buy cow than anything else, but when I have the money I opt for fish or turkey. I looked into hunting but it’s prohibitively expensive for me with permits, tags, guns, licenses, days off and transportation. I tried fishing for myself as well, but whenever I get time to do it, there are warnings about eating fish in the area. When there aren’t I never catch anything big enough to legally be allowed to keep. I’d like to get chickens if/when local government ever lifts the bylaws preventing it.

Looks like a knotted string of butt hairs connected across the diameter of the anus, splitting the turd in twain. At some point the pressure of the bowel movement overstressed the butt hair bridge, snapping it and allowing the remainder of the shit to come out as one.