Complaining about the sunlight hurting my eyes.

The other day, my mom was driving and the sun came out. It had been cloudy all day, so I hadn’t brought my sunglasses. She had two pairs of sunglasses in the car and fished around to get them, saying I could use one.

Unbeknownst to me, I distracted her right when she needed to make a turn. We had to make a quick U-turn and get back on track.

Moments later, we had to stop because the road ahead was blocked. Apparently someone had been speeding and there was a fatal accident. We heard the details of the news later that day.

My mom was moved by how, if we hadn’t missed that first turn, we could’ve been at the intersection where it happened. I mean, my mindset is more, “Maybe the accident wouldn’t have happened?” But there’s only so much we can account for in life. If she sees it as, “Hey, our fuck up turned out to have saved us,” I can support that.

Most women’s socks: “Fits size 4-10”

My sock size: 11

And this, friends, is why I buy my socks from the men’s section. I don’t have the patience to pick up my stupid socks every half hour.

Which makes it funny when I hear fellow English speakers knock on French spelling. At least I can reasonably assume what a written French word is supposed to sound like. English doesn’t give us that luxury.

I know this is the cats community, but my old dog was similar. Sometimes I’d be looking for something on the ground, like a four-leaf clover or something I dropped. She didn’t know what I was looking for, but she’d come by with intense interest in whatever I was sifting through. If I were to start digging, she would have started digging, too.

It was funny when it snowed and I’d get the snow shovel. She’d follow me and start digging at piles of snow without any clear direction or goal.

Like the kind of place you go in your dream when IRL your mouth is open and dry af, but you’re asleep and all you know is that you’re really thirsty. It’s a cursed vending machine, where no matter how much you drink, your thirst is never gone.

Like the opposite of “the bathroom” dream where you really need to pee.

My parents wouldn’t have gone there, but my little brother and I would’ve explored the shit out of places like this. Seeing someplace so empty would’ve triggered our imaginations, we’d probably end up pretending the room is actually full of stuff but it’s all invisible or something.

Ever since that episode, the song plays in my head whenever I read his name.

Peter Thiel knows about the Anti-Christ 🎵

I always liked the community events Reddit did. I wish we could do something like /r/place. I guess the next best (low-tech) thing is starting with a blank image file, adding a line, and uploading it for the next person to add a line, so on and so forth. Make some kind of collaborative artwork where everyone contributes a bit. Whether it becomes a graffiti wall, a collection of memes, or nothing but multi-colored dicks, I know I’d have fun.

If not worse. But the worse projections made people sadder, so they were ignored even harder.

Too bad, because we are well passed the “best case scenario.” The projections of the past will seem mild compared to reality.

There are other news links, but this is one I found on the front page, for context: https://lemmy.world/post/48906051?scrollToComments=true

TL;DR: Apparently ESA is calling private servers “illegal.”

Not everyone, but bit by bit the community could be built, just as it happened on Reddit. We already have the members of the Women’s Stuff community to start with.

I’m just not sure if Lemmy has private communities in the first place. I’m tech literate in the way all Millennials somewhat are, but by Lemmy standards I’m ignorant. I really don’t know much about the ins and outs of making communities here. If even direct messages aren’t truly private (by the nature of federation), I’m not sure if a private community is possible?

Not in my experience, nope. I’ve seen and made serious comments, I’ve seen and made joke comments, and haven’t had any issue with either. I haven’t witnessed any one upmanship either, and overall I feel like people here are less judgemental than on other sites. Users here seem more likely to recognize that we’re all people behind screens, trying to contribute to a community, rather than targets for misplaced anger. Owning up to mistakes or being wrong seems to be met with understanding, provided that we do so in a civilized way. Overall, this place seems pretty chill compared to anywhere else online.

At least, that’s been my experience.

The only thing I miss about Reddit was a secret women’s only sub that you could only access by invitation. At one point I got invited and, my god, it was an amazing little space. I posted things there that would’ve been flooded by pervs if I’d posted them on the mainstream site. Like a picture of someone floating in bliss and saying something like, “How my boobs feel when I go swimming.”

The Women Only community here is good, but I really wish it were more private. Although I haven’t seen as many guys getting weird about comments from my perspective on Lemmy as I did on Reddit, it would be wonderful to have an actual private space where we didn’t have to worry about guys coming in, not reading the rules, and commenting anyway.

I’ve never been a cheater, and as far as I know I haven’t been cheated on. However, I did hook up with a guy who I later found out was married. Not only married, but he’d just had a baby with his wife. As soon as I learned that, I shut that shit down.

He argued, “Just cuz I’m married doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have a little fun.” Bruh, you’re digging yourself a deeper hole. I brought up his infant daughter, and he gave no shits.

Just when I thought he couldn’t get slimier, he went and floated a fantasy of having both me and my mom (he knew her from a previous job.) Yeah. Seriously. I went zero contact from there.

Dude still messages me out of the blue every few months despite me never responding. I wish I knew his wife’s name and had a way to contact her, but in the meantime I haven’t blocked him on the off chance I’ll be able to share all his crap with her someday.

I remember middle school computer class, using Mavis Beacon to learn to type. We had a list of game sites on the board that we were encouraged to check out if we finished our work early. Since we had to be quiet, my friends and I would go on Neopets and message each other from across the room.

I also remember, after having completed the class, the school deciding to update their security and they banned all the sites that were on that board. Such a stupid decision, it’s not like kids were on the computers at all unless they had their teachers’ permission. There’s no way it was interfering with anyone’s class time.

I have no idea what subsequent computer classes were to do in their downtime, but I imagine it became a lot harder to keep a class of 12 year olds sitting quietly.

There’s also The Contest, where the core group tried to see who could go the longest without masturbating.

It sounds like a crass reference, but I remember it blowing my mind that they included Elaine in it. It was the first time I recall female masturbation being acknowledged on TV, let alone being acknowledged as equally compelling as male masturbation.

Seinfeld - paving the way for female gooners everywhere.

You are her personal seat-warmer. It is one of your many purposes as her owner slave. Every time you sit down, it’s because you’re doing your job of warming a piece of furniture for your cat to enjoy later. Honestly, it’s kind of weird how you keep trying to go back to spots you’ve already warmed. Don’t you get it? It’s not cold yet, you don’t need to come back to it. Now go get a treat for your master, I can hear her meowing.

I was with you until I got to the last paragraph. You’re not wrong about racism being rampant in the western world, but there’s no reason to sling accusations at OP.

Same, it’s a normal word in my vocabulary. It’s a classic word that’s been in English for centuries. I never thought of it as a “lesser” or “simpler” term.

Though I can’t deny that ever since the Norman Conquest of England in 1066, English words have had a split of “class” between words from native English/Germanic origins vs words from French/Latin. It’s why we have multiple terms for so many things, with the ones from the French rulers often being perceived as “fancier” than the ones that the “common” English natives used. Like how a “boutique” is fancier than a “shop,” or how rich people live in “mansions,” not “houses.”

With that being said, I use it for all manner of people, including for “rich folk.” Maybe I’m subconsciously connecting with the common people (in that I’m one of them), or maybe I just like the way it sounds. Either way, I’m not choosing the word based on the subject at hand, I’m choosing it because it’s a perfectly cromulent word and I like it.

Tangentially, I’d really love it if people stopped calling rich people “elites.” It reaffirms their belief that they’re better than the rest of us. Let’s stop stroking their egos and call them the leeches they are.