

I don’t think insulting people for any reason is okay. We’re just blind to it when it’s directed at people we too don’t like. We’re hypocrites.
Freedom is the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.
I don’t think insulting people for any reason is okay. We’re just blind to it when it’s directed at people we too don’t like. We’re hypocrites.
Thriving is subjective but every single 30+ I know is able to financially support themselves in the common sense of the word so I’d say a quite high number. Probably around 80 to 90% if not higher.
It’s good to keep in mind that not showing emotions doesn’t mean not feeling them. Men don’t generally act that way with each other because there’s a real and always-present danger of actual violence. Disagreements usually either get solved, or we just bury those feelings until someone pushes us over the edge - and then we punch them in the face.
That’s not an option when you’re a man working with women. You can’t let things escalate because they can take it further than you can. He might be boiling inside, but there’s no outlet for it. We just deal with it and we’re usually quite good at that since we’ve been doing it all our lives.
It’s normal. Worn out clutch has different and more noticeable symptoms.
Looking at my ChatGPT “random questions” tab and the things I’ve asked from it, much of it are the kind of things you probably couldn’t look up on encyclopedia.
For example:
“Is a slight drop in the engine rpm when shifting from neutral to 1st gear while holding down the clutch pedal a sign of worn out clutch”?
Or:
“What’s the difference between Mirka’s red and yellow sandpaper?”
I don’t see how working in the trades is supposed to close the door for intellectualism or then we just mean different things with that word. Just because person rather works with their hands than deals with office politics and stares at a monitor for 8 hours a day doesn’t mean they’re stupid. Your future job prospects also look much better if you’re a plumber rather than computer scientist.
I prevent my customers from leaving a bad reviews by trying to do a good job. I’d never sign a form like that, it’s a huge red flag and I doubt it’s even enforceable.
This works both ways: you can also always claim it’s a deepfake even if it isn’t.
If the government is after you they don’t need excuses so I doubt gen-AI changes anything in that regard.
Almost every single post from you mentions that you’re a single mom to a 13 year old boy and you ask about things like co-sleeping, wether it’s okay to wear bikinis in front of your son and his friends, how to teach them about bodily changes during puberty and now you’re a stripper as well.
I’ve been seeing you around here for a while now and there’s seems to be a theme here.
I do the opposite. The less apps I have on my device the better.
I disagree with the premise, but I’d wager that people who say “suffering is good” are probably talking about things like lifting heavy at the gym or working long hours - not spitting blood in a ditch.
It’s called a rage bait - and it’s working.
True! Then instead of spilling my coffee on the counter I could spill it on the counter instead.
The best coffee I’ve ever drank was from Aeropress but honestly, if you use freshly ground beans on a Moccamaster they’re quite difficult to tell apart.
It’s not to protect it from cracking - it’s to stop the leftover coffee from burning onto it, since I only rinse it after use.
I don’t waste good coffee.
It’s intentional. Leaves an air gap between the pot and the hotplate.
When I make coffee just for myself, I always measure out the same amount of water and this never happens. But my SO is slightly less autistic about it than I am and makes inconsistent amounts when brewing for the two of us - and I just can’t stand the thought of pouring even a drop of coffee down the drain. So, I spill it on the table and floor instead.
I live in a small granny cottage and “my desk” means the kitchen table 2.5 meters away. I technically could move it to my desk and it would still remain in the kitchen.
No. It describes a person whose much more obsessed about it.