The revolution will not be televised.

I feel the same way, but about places that sell coffee having an obligation to provide a public bathroom.

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I don’t know about OP. I went to a public school on the eastern seaboard and we certainly weren’t taught “Spain Spanish.” The pronunciations and pronouns we were taught would’ve been very different if that were the case.

If any specific dialect was taught in those classrooms, it would’ve been because a teacher spoke that dialect natively. All of our teachers were either non-native Spanish speakers, or from somewhere in Central or South America. Maybe OP had teachers from Europe?

If there were regional differences for vocabulary, we were told about them. For example, for the English word “bus,” we were taught that “autobus,” “guagua,” and “camion” all work but in different countries/regions. To be clear, we weren’t expected to remember all the variations, but we were informed that they exist.

Here’s a fun trick to stop using Reddit - simply install and use a VPN.

Just like that, Reddit blocks itself for you!

Excellent comment and very informative!

Just a quick note on the last sentence: 1 yard = 3 feet, which means a yard is approximately one meter, not 100m.

It was slower, the graphics were basic, and we could get knocked offline by someone picking up a telephone. But damn, it really felt like reaching out and touching the world for the first time. It took so long for my mom to understand that yes, I can be chatting with friends online at 2am. She would always ask, “Why aren’t they asleep?” and I’d have to remind her that other time zones exist.

Thankfully, there are some designs that improve on this! Here’s what’s in my kitchen:

The brand is OXO, for anyone curious.

The keyboard I’m currently using has a key in the F-row that’s tied to a lock screen. I accidentally hit it several times a day, and end up having to put in the passcode to unlock the computer every time.

I wish I could disable that stupid key. I’m tempted to pop it right out. But I use a shared computer, so I’m limited in options here.

I know you’re joking, but clearly you’ve never seen it performed by a rando with a guitar in a nursing home.

For the residents, clapping to Sweet Caroline is the highlight of their day.

Not that there’s a high standard in nursing homes, but that song in particular seems to light the people up. Considering what hell such places can be, I can’t help but appreciate the heart-lifting power of Sweet Caroline.

I can only ever somewhat begin to understand the amount of stress that my “not normal” existence has caused my normie mom.

Yet it must be a drop in the bucket compared to the amount of stress I experienced being raised by someone who cares more about what others think when they look at her kid, than by anything her kid is actually experiencing.

It sounds like this dad is at least trying. If my mom showed even this much ability to listen to my concerns, I’d consider it a win. Instead I just get shut down at Christmas when I respond to, “How are you?” with, “Not sleeping well, not eating well,” and when asked why, respond honestly with, “Concerned about my and my loved ones’ safety under the upcoming authoritarian regime.”

Everyone else at the table: Knows exactly what I’m talking about. Offers understanding and support

Mom, and only Mom: “Hey we shouldn’t talk about politics at a party, it makes people uncomfortable.”

Everyone else at the table: Acquiesces

I mean, we picked the discussion back up as soon as she left to go home, but it’s still disheartening to know that my mom would rather appeal to “not offending” imaginary people who aren’t even at the table, than to listen to the valid concerns that threaten her own child. Even my dad came up to me after this and offered tangible support. It’s just my mom, my “apolitical” mom who truly believes “bOtH siDeS sAmE” and refuses to entertain the slightest political thought - no matter how close to home it hits.

It doesn’t surprise me that fascism is winning, when I consider that there are millions of people across the U.S. who view “politics” through the same lens she does: Can’t rock boat. Must blend in. Silence those that don’t comply, before they can threaten our own safety.

knowing the still lotion to the world’s problems

Autocorrect for “solution”?

The invisible man is upset because his hot bar crush doesn’t know he exists (how could she, the dude’s invisible)

I missed it the first time too, but that isn’t what he’s saying. She probably doesn’t even know I don’t exist. It’s got a double-negative. If you cancel them out, you get: “She probably doesn’t even know(s) I don’t exist.”

The kid’s been breaking the windows one-by-one with a paddle ball.

I’d really love to find a new radio for my car that: 1) can serve as a monitor for my back-up camera, and 2) isn’t a fucking touch screen.

There are models that are one or the other, but I haven’t found anything that’s both. The closest I’ve found is a compromise - a touchscreen that also has a few tactile controls. But I don’t want to have to rely on any touch screen when I’m driving. I simply don’t feel compelled enough to spend $400+ for a frustrating half-measure.

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As far as ways to filter for such positions, maybe look for roles that require traveling? At the very least, you’d be in a different location throughout your week.

By this logic, the less predictable your daily life is, the more “alive” you are.

So for a lot of us, to be “alive” is to experience constant anxiety about what’s about to happen.

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Actually, that tracks.

That sounds like a fun twist on it! I like the idea of including the parents, it shows that we’re all responsible for our own actions, as well as capable of mistakes and improvement regardless of our ages.

I totally get what you mean about him being more motivated when other kids are around. I’ve worked with kids in a number of different positions over the years. Sometimes it’s easier to handle a group of 20 than a single individual, specifically because peers influence each other.

I can’t offer much more besides my support from afar, but from what I’ve read in this thread, you’re doing a great job. Either way, raising a kid isn’t easy, but it sounds like you’ve informed yourself and are doing the best that you can. Thank you.

You might find some success with a token system. A kid earns a “token,” and when they obtain a certain amount, they can earn a bigger reward. For example, you could draw a smiley face on a dry erase board every time the kid completes a required task. Once the kid gets 10 smiley faces, they can choose a reward for it. Preferred activities (such as playing a game, taking a trip to the park, or watching an episode of their favorite show) or being able to have a favorite snack, work for a lot of kids. The best call is to make a list of simple rewards that you know your kid enjoys and offer them choices from that list once they gain enough “tokens.”

It not only serves to satisfy the need for a dopamine spike when a task is done, but it also teaches delayed gratification and decision making for the child. They learn how to work toward a greater goal through taking small actions. Giving them a choice in what they earn gives them space for some autonomy, while curating what choices are available gives you, as a parent, the ability to work within what you’re able to provide in that moment.

It sounds like you’re part-way to such a system already, which is why it came to mind. Token systems are already commonly used in schools and in children’s therapy practices, so there are resources available if you’re interested in giving it a go.

It’s also worth noting that at the time, Samaritans were seen as an enemy. “To the Jews, a Samaritan was more revolting than a Gentile (pagan); Samaritans were half-breeds who defiled the true religion.”

So when it was written that a good Samaritan was an example of a neighbor, it was more impactful than the phrase implies today. Part of the point was to say that even those perceived as “enemies” are ordinary people that should be treated with the same dignity and care given to one’s own tribe.