Imagine - this isn’t really going to affect the guys ability to survive. Maybe he won’t be able to afford a second yacht or something, but he’ll still make unfathomably more than most of us will ever make, despite being a fucking moron and a cruel person. There is no meritocracy in the C-suite.

My neighbors growing up had a sign: “what would you do if you could not fail?” …

It looks like a common issue is for blackmailers/thieves to find men on Grindr to extort, attack and/or rob - knowing the police will do nothing to investigate.

I suspect this is going on in some Oklahoma school districts - I believe that some districts are actively trying to hire uncertified candidates. There is a drastic shortage, but many districts are surprisingly “choosy” - almost intentionally seeking the ability to claim they couldn’t find someone so they can “emergency certify” someone who won’t question orders/join unions.

There’s just something off, and the state is corrupt as all hell.

I’m certified in special education and spent two hours of my day today teaching an adult how to do subtraction. I’ve worked with kids with Down syndrome. I entirely believe that it would be possible for 95% of students, if given the appropriate support, to learn how to take a simple derivative and have some vague understanding of what they did. It just takes visuals, good use of real world examples and metaphor, and patience.

Give him a nice shiny statue, then take it away and give it to Obama after further consideration, because Obama has admitted to fantasizing about men.

Guarantee it would lead to him raving about how much better he is at having sex with men.

That hospital – once the home of a Scottish shipping magnate – would be her home for a month in April 1958, after a judge ordered the then-16-year-old to undergo treatment for “disobedient” behaviour.

Even when these facilities aren’t being used by the CIA to experiment, they are already torture facilities.

The US has an entire cottage industry of “troubled teen” treatment programs which are essentially completely unregulated. No requirements on accreditation, no requirements that staff have any sort of training, no requirements that the care offered be evidence-based. Children are raped and die at these places and it is covered up. Parents can essentially sign away all of their children’s rights.

I guess what always melted my brain was putting everything in terms of the dr dtheta etc of the surface.

Peter Thiel recently put on a four talk series, sponsored by a “Christian” organization, where he suggested that anti-AI people are the Antichrist.

I only managed a “D” in E&M (why are surface integrals). Do I have to detransition?

I found out my mom had spent three decades of my life lying about who my biological father was.

She has always spun some romantic bullshit story about a specific guy. Like I’m talking there was a whole ass story of her life leading up to my conception that she liked to tell me. A pretty fucked up story - she was a teenager, this guy was in his early twenties. But still, a mostly normal and consensual story barring the statuary aspect, not at all shocking where we live. He knocks her up, chickens out immediately, dumps her, etc. There was even a cathartic story about her being a then abandoned pregnant Sonic carhop, discovering the guy as a customer and throwing fries at his face. She describes my eyes and hair as his.

I reach out to the guy as a teenager with help from family, who keep track of this guy throughout the years in case I’d want to ever make connection. I reach out, he denies that he’s my father. Well, sucks, but nothing too unexpected.

As a lark, I get genetics testing kit one year. It’s on Amazon prime (back when that was a good deal and back before I realized how problematic that giving my DNA to a random company.)

I take the test. A woman reaches out. My aunt. And she’s not the sister of my “father.”

My biological father was a different adult man (mid twenties) who raped a teenager he met at a party. Even told me to my face that he hadn’t been interested in her, but more in her older sister.

When I confronted her with this. It was a non reaction. It was “oh.” She’s told so many lies throughout her life, but this was finally the one she couldn’t bullshit her way out of. She lied to me for thirty years, and unlike any other lie she’s told, there‘s no “oh you’re just remembering it differently” or “I didn’t really mean that.”

The most difficult thing is that maybe it was traumatic for her. Maybe it was violent. I’ve met him twice, and neither experience was really pleasant. He has a history. Maybe she did block it out, repress it in that Freudian way and did convince herself that some guy she had a crush on and her had some secret little tryst. Realizing maybe the hell of my childhood had an explanation - that she was trying to punish me, that she hated me as a symbol of rape. Can I forgive her for that?

It’s just such a complicated and difficult thing to wrap my head around. Nothing about her as a person has ever made any sense.

Anger subsided all the other emotions for me as far as climate change. There were people who knew. There’s something along the order of magnitude of 100 people who chose to obfuscate science and sacrifice us all for profit. I hate those people. I can’t even feel sad because I hate them so much.

Apple ][e was my first. We also had an XP machine for internet (Neopets) but I didn’t have to fight for turns on the Apple.

Teaching is being ridiculously underpaid and used as a punching bag.

Parents don’t want to parent - you call them and say little Timmy beat the shit out of a classmate today - it’s your fault. Neveah is failing because she’s refused to even lift up a pencil the entire year - it’s your fault. Don’t forget, you need to spend an extra several hours after your “contract time” to do all of the meaningless bullshit that admin gives you - lesson plans that have to follow a format and will never get read, referrals where you have to have months of documentation of a student cussing you out and breaking things during class, so that you usually are working 60 hours a week at minimum.

My first year teaching was $2200/month, in 2019. I would get to work at 6 am - often had “duty” where I had to search students bags like a fucking mall cop. I usually had to stay until 6 pm cleaning. I repaired my own cabinets, bought my own lab supplies (how much do you think enough vinegar and baking soda to run 6 class periods of labs cost? Going to spend $50/week so that chemistry class isn’t just lectures and notes?)

So yeah, it’s shitty to shit on teachers. Teachers get treated like dogshit in American society, and there’s no need to contribute to that because you’re mad Ms. Brooks got onto you for passing notes in class twenty years ago.

The second Klan was formally disbanded for tax reasons in 1944, a couple of years before The Clan of the Fiery Cross. I think the argument might be more that the Superman episode kept the Klan from rising again. It was already profoundly unpopular in the war era due to some connections with the American Bund.

It’s credited pretty heavily with weakening the Klan

That’s interesting, because the Klan was fairly weak by the 40’s. It peaked in the 1920s (something like 1 in 3 white Indianans were members in its heyday, to the point where Klan chapters would have baseball teams), but there were some huge political scandals and infighting over embezzlement that absolutely demolished the Second Klan.

“I’m not angry” “[entirely made up person I’ve never encountered] can go fuck themselves”

Usually, when I say someone can go fuck themselves, they’re being actively shitty. You’re just mad at someone asking you to use certain words describe them. If that pisses you off, you must have a really short temper.

Also, the “control” aspect remains. You want to decide what people be called. That’s just weird - how does it matter to you? Maybe consider DBT therapy, that’s all about dealing with how the world doesn’t have to be your way all of the time.

Has anyone ever asked you to call them a neopronoun? Like I’ve been in some queer as fuck spaces and I’ve never encountered someone with neopronouns. I don’t most people have. So it seems the anger is more at an entirely imagined scenario where someone might ask you to call them (oh wow, so confusing) a neopronoun?

It’s just so fucking weird, to be upset at a scenario where someone might ask you to refer to them in a way that you personally think is silly. It has literally zero impact on your life. It gives weird control freak vibes - that other people need to live their lives in a way that makes you comfortable.

How do you make the cheaper brown ones not super bitter?

The real trick is to buy the sauces at the supermarket. Ranchero sauce and Diablo sauce on some tortillas with cheese and canned chicken in the microwave/oven is pretty good.

Otherwise, a beefy five layer and make sure to leave with several sauce packets stuff in your pockets.