it's possible to attend the party and not drink the kool-aid
Serious q:
You've hired a contractor for some home repairs (lasting weeks). He employs his son who frequently accompanies him on the job. Some time after the project has commenced, during small talk, the contractor casually informs you that his son is a registered sex offender, something for which he was incarcerated for, some years prior--for child pornography.
You have children, at home, who are present for the bulk of the work being done in the home.
What's your move/attitude/concerns, if any?
#crime #ethics #pollstr
If I am, or think I am? Would it matter either way?
I'm going to make so many friends here
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the privileged intelligentsia of the internet
Maybe the function of our future tech isn't to liberate us but to allow us to go on living with the status quo, without feeling bad about it. Suddenly we have a justification for our austerity. It's not "if I acquired wealth I wouldn't be oppressed," but "I am oppressed so it's not my fault I have to live impoverished." And the buy-in to achieve this mental reversal is affectionately referred to as stacking sats.
Imagine, a conveniently robust, closed-loop system that perpetually presents us with a reason to get up in the (good) morning. If you think I'm being bearish, it's worse: I'm saying it might be the monumental achievement of a narcissistic generation incapable of facing reality: to hide from themselves right out in the open.
If you manage to remove the need to have to identify yourself, life will get a whole lot simpler.
Infinity is a barrier to the finite. Better to first resign to the eternal by accepting your place in it. Total freedom would be a burden. Constraints can be useful; self-imposed or otherwise.
https://medium.com/ellemeno/a-two-minute-pleasure-43a917b5c807
This woman succeeds in remaining a mystery only to herself--defining herself only by the influence specific woman have had over prominent, historical male figures.
So you're going to overpower men with a scent that sounds like it's marketed by Bed, Bath and Beyond?
Who's whoring for what, here? Porn talk is too easy? How about poetry? Not only did it take me fewer than two minutes to read, it wasn't even that pleasant.
Oh, women are a drug. Go it. You know what you do with drugs? You use them.
No trash-powered DeLorean is going to let you re-write history. No ointment made of the foreskin of children is going to reverse your aging. No conscious-storing machine warehouse is going to make it possible to meet your great-great-grandchildren. No rebel-as-father-figure is going to wake you up from your slime-filled dream pod to introduce you to the real world. This is it. Steadfast, flowing, indifferent.
🪺 Participate in a nest? Sound like it could be fun. Cozy up in a group, sat on until warm enough to come out of my our shell, then squeal to have our throats filled. It's like a hatchling for #plebs, yes? I'll bring a charcuterie board.
I'll be damned if it doesn't feel like being recruited into something kinky, but fuck it--wouldn't be the first time. When's the hazing?
Hi #plebchain. My name is Caressa. I move around a lot. My parents were narcissists. I don't have a dick. My claim to fame is causing a famous rock star to pitch a tent on the massage table, then being invited to join the band on tour--I'm not even a masseuse. I've never watched a single episode of Friends. I prepare my coffee the same way I like sex: piping hot, first thing in the morning, and from a French press. That should tell you everything you need to know. People here collect coins or something, yeah? Which way to the smoking corner? 🚬
this isn't what you think it is.. it's worse.