Conspiracy theory of mine - I’m European, so not sure if valid for the other side of the pond, but there was a massive campaign here to recycle the bottle caps by donating them for the creation of incubators for premature births. The local authorities placed massive donation boxes shaped like a heart and they were getting filled constantly.

Here’s the theory: When the campaign started getting up to speed, they started attaching the bottle caps to the bottle, because, I strongly believe, that out there, there is an absolute evil cunt who only feels something when a baby dies, so he wants fewer donated caps, because deep inside he knows people don’t care enough to snap the cap off.

Which country are you from, my friend?

Apologies, I never intended to sound ableist. I see now how my comment came across.

you are the first person that I’ve seen to finally mention his voice. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with his entire vocal box?? How can a person, any person, listen to RFK Jr for any period of time, and think to himself “This person seems to know a lot about health”???

Holy shit this is dope!

But how did historians come up with the conclusion that, in the case of XIIX, the Romans substracted from the second X, and didn’t just write 12+10?

Not arguing, just extremely curious

I have been blissfully unaware of this… I can’t believe how quickly civilisation is turning into a pile of shit.

As a father to a young boy, outside of blocking all social media (tiktok, instagram, facebook, twitter, snapchat) which I already do, is there another medium or method in which this crap can be spread? Of course, I’ll try to instill the same virtues and moral principles that I carry, but I recognise I probably have a few more years, before peer pressure becomes a thing for him. If this is a disease that spreads amongst young men, I’ll try to rip that off, root and stem.

The beauty of this movement is, that no woman would accept a man like that as a father to her children

We’ll forgive you, UK.

That’s a problem, I agree. I feel privileged then, because I actually get to research, and interview, and split test. It was a long battle, I’ve been trying to build that culture for a good 5+ years. Once the features started flopping, I started by doing 2 prototypes - one, based on the PRD from the product team and another, based on my personal research. I had to work 12, sometimes 15 hours a day, but when, instead of showing problems, I was showing solutions, without the “i-told-you-so”s, and when I made it clear that I care about the product’s health alone, that’s when I became the mirror. I reckon it’s not an industry term, but it’s what I like to call it - product presents their idea, you reflect it, and more often than not they do not like what they see. That’s when the real work starts.

If you say it that way, then yes, even the nicest person will call you a cunt and fire you. If you ask questions, as a user, and showing patterns that support your thesis, this becomes a conversation, rather than a “do it that way”.

edit: People are not all knowing. Once you start asking the right questions, you’ll see that - “Ok, and what happens when the user presses this? And what happens if they delete that?” It’s obviously a very abstract example, but if their ideas can’t stand a single user test, then they shouldn’t be surprised if the feature flops.

As long as you treat yourself as a pixel pusher, this is a side effect. When you understand that you are a mirror for ideas, you will empower yourself.

Developers don’t decide that. Blame UX folk for making things simple.

¯_(ツ)_/¯

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shut up shut up shut up i’m not old you are

My dad was born 1948. That’s 40 years ago.

nymea.io was one of the few who were full private, but I think they got bought out or something

CHEV FUCKING CHELIOS

I was obsessed. Had the Nokia 8800 (he had sirrocco, but I was poor af). Had the same ring tone. What a movie

Well, time to grab some blowtorches and get medieval on someone

Depends on the easter egg though, no? Look up FF:06:B5 and see how deep is that for you.