Here’s the nested article, i.e. the article your article is talking about: October 23, 2024, By Blair Fix; The American Housing Crisis: A Theft, Not a Shortage
Reads very well, really puts this in perspective. Extreme income inequality is the root of most Americans problems.
well Look at that, definitely never saw those before.
Rachel Ray is for people that aren’t sciencey enough for Alton Brown. I’m sure she has some good recipes, but she lent her name to a lot of bad products. I would not feed my pets her pet food.
Are we still in NATO? then, yes.
He laments people laughing at him, and likens his purchase of the cybertruck to that of the Toyota Prius. Unfortunately, what he fails to consider, is that the Prius is an economy car. You can make fun of a crappy car, but that mockery ends before it affects the owner, because the majority of us understand that buying a car is more of a financial matter, rather than one of taste. i.e. most of us buy the car we can afford, not necessarily the car we want.
That goes out the window when you take into consideration the cybertrucks price tag. If it was an economy electric car (like the Prius), we would poke fun at the vehicles design and that would be it. But this is a bloated, over-priced, unreliable, gimmick truck; whose only purpose is to serve as an ego-boost to one of the richest, dumbest men on the planet. The man that got bullied into buying and abruptly tanking one of the largest social media companies in the world. The same man jumping around like a pick-me dipshit at a fascist rally for a convicted felon, bankrupt businessman, convicted rapist, and self-described sex-pest.
People can laugh at not just the cybertruck, but also the owner; because paying what amounts to a third of a fucking house so you can fanboy a man sure to go down as one of histories most public dumb-asses, makes you ripe for ridicule (and deservedly so).
nah, it’s a legitimate complaint, and exactly the reason I stopped watching after a couple episodes. They portray cops like they’re “angel helpers” and it just reeks of bootlicking bullshit. The main character is Lucifer Morningstar, or the guy who’s main schtick is questioning authority, and yet he’s 5-0’s best friend. It completely destroys the idea behind the show, when the obvious corrupt organization is never taken to task. Atlanta shows cops as they are, this show is just copaganda.
Cloud Atlas
The Lord of the Rings Trilogy
Tora Tora Tora!
Oh Brother Where Art Thou
Gone with the Wind
yeah, been weightlifting for years, and the only time the BMI chart says I’m “healthy” is when I’m at my absolute shreddiest. Looking like I’m starving myself to shoot a nude scene in a movie. And I hate that. I know that when I’m at that weight, I may look great, but I’m also at my weakest. So I hate that this chart subconsciously bullies me into trying to maintain some ridiculous 9-12% body fat range, when that’s more of a body building competition range.
The single greatest take-away I got from medical school, is that some doctors can be incredibly stupid. They’ll examine you, then step out into the hall and google your symptoms. I wish I was being facetious.
Same. Tonight is the last evening I could conceivably go out. I tried to get myself to go out last night, but after my workout I just wanted to put on my warm comfy house clothes and overeat while watching science fiction.
Now I have a new decision. Do I force myself to go out tonight? I’d love to go out dancing, but driving into the city in the dark (and having to drive back) is such a bummer.
I’m sitting here all comfy/cozy. I’m warm, with a full fridge, and a house all to myself with today and tomorrow off work. The feral pack of kittens I feed is trusting me more and more.
When I was in medical school, I had to drop a deuce during a break between lectures. While I was in there, performing spectacularly, some other guy came into the restroom (situated just outside the lecture hall) and shouted “Is somebody takin’ a shit in here!?”
and I was just like, “…yeah, where else would I do it?”
But I feel like that guy who openly questioned why someone would shit in a bathroom, is exactly the same type of guy that would question someones masculinity over how they choose to take a piss.
I believe in the afterlife.
I also believe that humans have the unconscious ability to influence their relative perception of time. Think of all the times that seemed to “fly by,” or moments that “last forever.” I think you do this unknowingly, and it’s usually connected to a heightened emotional state, which means you have an increased level of some neurochemical. I don’t think there’s a specific one responsible for altering our perception of time, just that they correlate.
That we have the ability to alter our perception of time is what allows us to have an “afterlife.”
What I believe, without evidence, is that when you die, your brain does a massive dump of all of it’s dopamine and serotonin, as well everything else, that let’s your final moment be one of peace and acceptance. Additionally, you will stretch your final moments till it seems a lifetime, all while hallucinating massively because of this huge dump of neurochemicals into your neocortex.
So during your final moments, whether you believe you’re going to a heaven or a hell, you’re right. Because that’s exactly where you’ll imagine yourself. If you think you’ll bounce around a field of billowy clouds while visiting loved ones with all your pets by your side, then you will. If you think you deserve to drown in a river of hellfire while the world laughs, then you will.
As an athiest, it kinda gives me something to look forward to. One final hurrah before nothingness.
Once I got sober I realized immediately that I married the wrong person. Part of that was her absolutely not wanting to have kids, whereas I just wasn’t ready for them yet.
Knew the answers before being asked.
When I was a kid I did gymnastics, and skateboarded/rollerbladed. This combination of activities meant I was falling on my ass all the god damn time.
It also means that I am so accustomed to falling, that even as I age, those instincts survive, and in turn, help me survive. When I fall, I tuck, I roll, I break my fall with any number of instinctual responses. This has lead to me surviving some scary falls I’ve taken whilst home alone (off a ladder, in the shower, fainting once when I got up from a long squat), and I think will help me survive more in my elder years.
Wow I haven’t watched that show in ages, but I totally remembered that bit!
Leela from Futurama
I don’t. I’ve since found out that it’s a trauma response. When people want me in a sexual way, I feel obligated to acquiesce. Childhood PTSD gave me a heavy freeze/fawn response, because you gotta do whatever you can to survive, and once ingrained, it never really lets go. I’ve been working on it a lot though, and think after a few years of celibacy, I may be ready to start dating again! Just gonna have to take things slow, and be ready to say “No.” But I believe in myself and that I am worthy of love! Self-Pep talk go!
I’ve only ever been to one. Been to a lot of protests, but only one political rally.
I went because the politician inspires noble actions, noble thoughts, and I wanted to hear him speak in person. I’ve been a supporter of his for quite a while now, and I wanted to physically show up for him just like I do metaphorically at my polling place. It wasn’t really about hearing his ideas, or receiving new information from him, it was just about being present in the moment, together in a throng of people who all gathered in solidarity with what he and his candidacy represents. Like, how you don’t have to worry about being embarrassed about singing your bands favorite songs out loud, when you’re in a crowd of people gathered to see that band. It was there that I could enthusiastically cheer for what I believe in, what I prioritize.
The rally I’m speaking about was for none other than Bernie Sanders. He was introduced by Donald Glover, and oddly enough, while introducing him, a bird alighted upon the podium, much like what happened at another rally he did. It was a great time, and I’m glad I was there. I’ll remember it for the rest of my life.