Front seat? Sure. Back seat? Nah. You have to remove paneling, pull a tab up, then pull a cord forward. That is a three step, non-obvious and non-intuitive way to open a door.

Okay, but pop-tarts are raviolis, not sandwiches. That doesn’t even make sense. What kind of sandwich is enclosed on all sides?

Here’s your monkey’s paw.

Time goes on, and you overcome a lot of those anxieties with age. You get married, start a great job, buy a house, have a couple kids, and generally start feeling comfortable with life.

Then in a flash you are back in your high school head, knowing that no matter what you do, you’ll never get the mix of circumstances just right to do it again, which means at best your kids cease to exist and at worst, you lose everything that gave your life meaning. And you can’t share that pain with anyone. And on top of that, you’re now mentally a 45-year-old in a teenagers body, and rather than feeling attraction to your peers, they now look like children to you. You’re full of confidence, but any attempt to use that confidence feels like taking advantage of a child (even though you are physically the same age).

I think of that, because your wish is a horror story for me. Whenever it’s brought up, I think no amount of getting in on the ground floor of k-cups stock or bitcoin, no preventing catastrophes, nothing I could do would make me feel it was worth losing my kids. And worse, making them never exist.

By the way, mine is “I wish for a blowjob.” I’ve got what I need. But I’ll always take a blow job (FROM MY WIFE, TO BE CLEAR).

This is the type of thing that could be answered if people followed banal statistical data the way sports people follow sports data.

“This is the first time since 2017 they’ve scored over 30 points in the third quarter in a home game during the pre-season.”

I didn’t like Chandelier by Sia, was annoyed when it came on the radio all the time, didn’t really pay close attention to the lyrics.

And then a TV show I was watching, Selfie, with Karen Gillan and John Cho, and the whole plot of the show was this attractive, vain, party girl becoming someone that other people could take seriously, and at the end after taking a… well, without spoilers, a confidence hit, she sings a slowed down version of Chandelier, and I not only heard and understood the lyrics, but had spent a series watching and caring about someone who was the posterchild for the song… and it just immediately changed my outlook on the song. It was deep, and painful, and far more meaningful than a song about swinging from a chandelier.

Also that show was surprisingly good and didn’t get nearly the recognition it deserved.

Say it out loud.

“Do you like fish sticks?”

'Yeah

“Then you’re a gay fish.”

Kanye in the show didn’t get it and thought people were calling him a gay fish. So if real Kanye didn’t get the joke, and got mad because he thought South Park was calling him a gay fish… that’s just incredible.

Except, of all people, those idiots Crabbe and Goyle busting out a living dragon made of fire. I mean, they shouldn’t have, but they managed it.

Nothing but direct strikes from aurors and death eaters.

I live in Alaska, so… Basically just a pair of Xtratufs by the door. Sandals and running shoes get added during the summer. Big snow boots come out for the heavy snows.

Inside I just wear socks. If I need to pop out, I pop the xtratufs on.

I can’t imagine not taking shoes off and just wandering around the house with shoes on, tracking the outside in everywhere. I don’t even know anyone who does that.

The way my dog squeezes his body and face into my leg to fall asleep (wiener dog), I’d say no. Keep in mind, we’re still warmer than ambient temperature, so it’s not like we’re not pumping out heat.

I didn’t read this, but did you know that the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV has a free trial, and includes the entirety of A Realm Reborn AND the award-winning Heavensward expansion up to level 60 with no restrictions on playtime?

I do that, too, and I regularly get the “you’re always right, I’m always wrong” commentary. I respond, no, I’m often wrong, I just don’t make a big deal out of it so you don’t notice. I’d be happy to move on without a fuss when you’re wrong, too, if you’ll allow it.

Because seriously, being wrong is not a big deal. Everybody is wrong at some point, and regularly. Just correct yourself and move on, it’s not a hit to your identity or person.

That’s a fair comparison, and would give me the appropriate “Oh shit!” that this headline just didn’t offer.

Even a single, well-known point of reference makes it better. We all know world income inequality is absolutely nuts. But to pick out a particular one needs at least some kind of reference point (unless it’s an Indian article for Indian people, like an article from the U.S. for the U.S.).

I think you are confused about the source of the deficiency.

When we make an exception for a particular gender, race, religion, etc, we imply that an exception is necessary for this class. Which is to imply that there is a deficiency, but not that it is inherent to that class.

The deficiency being corrected is in society. How society has treated that class is a failing in society itself, and an exception needs to be made to correct (and fix) that deficiency. To take an example you made of handing a crutch, the crutch is going to society to help get their leg (that class) healthy again after what they had done to it, so it can be whole. Ideally, the crutch would be a temporary thing until the body can heal its leg, but the crutch isn’t the solution in itself.

Broadening that out, society has a deficiency as it mistreats, say, trans people. Trans people exist and should be an accepted part of society treated the same as everyone else, but bathrooms, sports, etc, have excluded them or mistreated them. That may not be able to be fixed immediately, but while we work toward a society where bathrooms, sports, etc, are inherently inclusive of trans people (I can’t sat for certain how that would look), exceptions must be made to keep society functioning reasonably while it heals its deficiency (like a crutch for a person who broke their leg).

I hope that clarifies things for you. Your assumption that the deficiency is inherent to the marginalized group is what is faulty.

One of my coworkers was talking about how his wife (a truly hateful woman) was complaining about having been to a bathroom at a particular airport, and how they had changed them for trans people (she presumed). In particular, they had made all the stalls have floor-to-ceiling doors for privacy. I responded “wait… she’s mad because they made the bathrooms better for everyone, because they did it for trans people? That is an objectively better bathroom situation. I can’t imagine being upset by that.”

People can still manage to be upset, but if they did do that for trans people (and I’m honestly not convinced), that’s fantastic, and is a perfect example of what you’re talking about, I think.

Oh good! I would have come back later and wondered why I had stopped reading.

You convinced me to stop reading your comment after “and boy did it pay off” and add it to my queue.

I’ll come back and finish reading your comment after I’ve finished the show (so far).

What the hell are we doing?

We’re sending food as a humanitarian emergency operation to people starving from the seige perpetrated by the side we support with weapons. We’re helping to make them starve while sending “emergency aid” to them as if it’s not us keeping them in need of that aid.

The main purpose of words having meaning is to effectively communicate.

Ignoring the context that words are used and insisting on very narrow definitions is not only pedantic, but hinders the ideas being communicated.

Thanks, I’ll try that!

Wait, is the two-day shipping taking forever happening for everyone? I thought it was just because I moved to Alaska. It takes 2-4 weeks (and doesn’t show up about 10-20% of the time) for anything, but Walmart and Target stuff gets here in less than a week.