I don’t know. Some people who experience abuse and escape it become far worse abusers when they’re in position to do so.

What if they’re American vegans who use the imperial system of measurement, don’t own a bidet, and microwave their water for tea? Should I break out the cross and hammer?

I recently deleted my LinkedIn for two reasons:

1. Endless horseshit recruiters coming at me with bullshit jobs

2. I come from a large firm. LinkedIn became what I would describe as occupational hubris as I would see partners from there making prideful post after post about increasing the toxicity of the place in words that made them sound all wise and stuff

I would further see many posts about young people abandoning pursuit of the profession and there being a dire shortage of entry level recruits. Responses to these posts always address lowering the educational and certification requirements, but never address the reality of working eighty hours a week, getting shat on, berated, and dehumanized the entire time for about sixty grand a year with maybe a five to ten percent chance of moving up to the real money.

Fuck all of them right in the eyeball with the white hot barbed penis of Satan himself.

Every once in a while, I’ll drive by that building. When I do, I open up the sun roof and throw them a Bronx salute out the roof as I pass by. I know somebody actually saw me do it because word got back to me about it. Petty I know, but satisfying nonetheless.

I make maybe one third of what I could if I had stuck it out, but I still make plenty to live on, and that increase would require me to be somebody I refuse to become.

Send the scam a hundred bucks, lose it, sue Google for fraudulent endorsement.

(Yes yes, this wouldn’t work in the real world against Google’s legions of lawyers, but I like the thought exercise)

I don’t know why we’re even remotely concerned with some businessmen, well respected in their communities, conducting perfectly reasonable financial transactions when just last week, I saw a BROWN person in an orange grove, taking all the jobs from “the blacks” and forcing them into poverty!

Heavy /s though with use of actual sound bites from our burgeoning overlords.

I archived this cancerous bloated paywalled shit show of a website just on principle

https://archive.md/5qN2M

The comments are pretty much all with you save one person. If I were you, I’d calmly walk away with that satisfaction before you get baited into a comment that “proves” you are what has been said of you.

(Note that “proves” is in quotation marks there.)

Are you asserting that nobody should ever have any preferences? Do you meet your own standard?

OP didn’t say he’s throwing women out of bed for having piercings. He expressed a preference for them not to.

I prefer dark hair. Sometimes it’s red or blonde or blue.

I prefer pubic hair. Sometimes it’s there, sometimes it’s not.

I prefer a few extra pounds. Sometimes those pounds aren’t there. Sometimes a few extra is more like a lot extra.

In no example above did I shut down the interaction, nor did I experience any less pleasure.

But I still have preferences. That’s all they are though.

That’s always been my response when manager and owner use that whole “nobody wants to work anymore,” thing because they can’t get people to take offers for six bucks a year.

Every single time I hear that, I say out loud, “Well I certainly don’t want to work. Who in their right mind does? That’s why we get paid to do it.”

I prefer my trans sister to be twisted

Usury was indeed the term that immediately came to mind.

I would agree, but it’s not my life, not my money. You can’t really go around telling people they fucked up every time you see it.

Most of the math I do at work is related to compound interest. Of all the math I believe the general public should understand, the concept of how paying interest to others is a total screw would get my top vote.

I have a co-worker who took out a car loan last week at, wait for it, FIFTY THREE PERCENT INTEREST! No concept of what that was costing her. She could only see, “I can afford the monthly payment.”

(1 + r)^n and its friend 1/(1 + r)^n have been the two most important concepts in work and personal life that I’ve ever learned and applied.

I know several of those. One I don’t see listed is stuff made here. If you’re a fan of backyard scientist, you’re gonna love stuff made here.

Smarter everyday is really a special one. The way that guy involves his kids and his own boyish excitement when he finally gets an experiment right is downright heartwarming. Then there was the whole episode checking in on physics girl. He had no particular incentive to do that. He just really seems to care.

It’s just a thought exercise. There are several reputable YouTube videos on this topic. None of them claim that the speed of light isn’t the speed of light. They’re just demonstrating that we can’t prove it with current technology. Similar to the difficulty it took to finally prove that one plus one equals two. We know that’s correct, but it took years to prove it.

On those drug testing kits, does that mean I would be able to demand testing of every drink I order?

I’ve tried looking them up and the only reference I could find to price was from 2018 where they were retailing for five to seven dollars a piece.

It also appears to only be for a certain type of liquor license that sells spirits. I guess you can’t roofie a beer or a glass of wine?

I like the idea, but I see a whole lot of kinks to get worked out.

Edit: I found twenty tests for fifteen dollars on Amazon, so maybe those 2018 prices were incorrect.

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Maybe they’d be less antagonistic if the prices were metric

No duck and cover for this Xer, but we did a shiton of stop, drop, and roll. Spontaneous combustion was apparently a big deal in my childhood.

I’ve found myself repatronizing half priced books lately. I’ve gone through five books since mid May.

I was a voracious reader before mobile devices existed.

I’d forgotten just how much more satisfying it is to let yourself go in a good story rather than bicker about minutiae with countless strangers all day every day.

(Sidenote: I’ve been looking up reviews for the books I’ve read and am surprised to find indignation at sexual scenes in novels. Like, if you’ve ever read a John Irving novel in your life, and you’re surprised and offended that the next one has sex in it, you should maybe reconsider your chosen career path)