Graduated high school with the belief that the US was a perfect, infallible nation.
Got to college. Couldn’t get any classes. Wondered
Was blown away. Ended up getting a history degree and becoming considerably more cynical and jaded about the whole thing.
The comments are pretty much all with you save one person. If I were you, I’d calmly walk away with that satisfaction before you get baited into a comment that “proves” you are what has been said of you.
(Note that “proves” is in quotation marks there.)
Are you asserting that nobody should ever have any preferences? Do you meet your own standard?
OP didn’t say he’s throwing women out of bed for having piercings. He expressed a preference for them not to.
I prefer dark hair. Sometimes it’s red or blonde or blue.
I prefer pubic hair. Sometimes it’s there, sometimes it’s not.
I prefer a few extra pounds. Sometimes those pounds aren’t there. Sometimes a few extra is more like a lot extra.
In no example above did I shut down the interaction, nor did I experience any less pleasure.
But I still have preferences. That’s all they are though.
I was talking to my daughter about how much I love seeing genital deodorant ads all over television.
Just as we’re talking about this, we happen upon a rugby game on the television which mesmerizes us as neither of us understands the game.
The entire advertising campaign, maybe even including reference on players uniforms, was dude wipes.
Hurray! I so want to imagine some big hairy sweaty balled rugby player wiping his ass with an old spice scented baby wipe!
I prefer my trans sister to be twisted
It’s just a thought exercise. There are several reputable YouTube videos on this topic. None of them claim that the speed of light isn’t the speed of light. They’re just demonstrating that we can’t prove it with current technology. Similar to the difficulty it took to finally prove that one plus one equals two. We know that’s correct, but it took years to prove it.
Maybe they’d be less antagonistic if the prices were metric
No duck and cover for this Xer, but we did a shiton of stop, drop, and roll. Spontaneous combustion was apparently a big deal in my childhood.
I’ve found myself repatronizing half priced books lately. I’ve gone through five books since mid May.
I was a voracious reader before mobile devices existed.
I’d forgotten just how much more satisfying it is to let yourself go in a good story rather than bicker about minutiae with countless strangers all day every day.
(Sidenote: I’ve been looking up reviews for the books I’ve read and am surprised to find indignation at sexual scenes in novels. Like, if you’ve ever read a John Irving novel in your life, and you’re surprised and offended that the next one has sex in it, you should maybe reconsider your chosen career path)
Every once in a blue moon, I will slam my left foot into an empty space on the floor.
The brake is a right foot pedal, and I’m not sure what models others are speaking of when they say automatic brake pedals are wider. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that.
I think it’s been over twenty years since I’ve driven a manual transmission. I wonder if I could still do it. In my younger years when such cars were still common, it was second nature, but here 'murca, it’s tough to even find one if you want one anymore.
The subject in and of itself is just exhausting
Why are there angry European posts and comments on this every freaking day as if each and every one of us who live under the American system of weights and measurements are personally responsible for implementing and keeping the system?
I’m comfortable in either format.
It doesn’t chafe my balls to talk in metric or to see signs or containers in metric. Why does every god damned European feel like they’re missing out on diaper powder every time an American talks about miles or fahrenheit?
Who hurt you? What damage does this really cause you?
Are there no other fucking issues that matter? We’re gonna blow this whole fucking planet up if Jim Bob in Missouri doesn’t start talking in liters God damnit!
The only reason I keep Spotify anymore is that I’ve got a family plan with something like six accounts. I gave those to random acquaintances back in the Facebook days - people who are really into music.
If I cancel Spotify, there are five people out there who are suddenly and without warning going to find themselves without music.
I really don’t even remember who they are, but I feel like continuing the subscription is my community service
It’ll be voiced by the head of Hank Azaria in a jar
Teacher: Ok class, it’s time for a quiz
Students: D’ohh!
Now I kinda wonder how long Homer Simpson will be relevant. Will historians note him in a hundred years? Two hundred?
Rookies. The real wealth gets to eat sushi off a porn star’s front!
Mutual disdain was the catalyst. I did it for eight years and probably lost fifteen years of life expectancy from it. Ungodly toxic environment. Fuck big firm accounting. Fuck them all in the most demeaning, painful way imaginable.
I make roughly one third the money today, and I’m much happier for it. I still make a comfortable living where I don’t particularly worry about money, so what would the additional two thirds do for me outside paying medical bills it causes?
No matter how much I try to remove my name from searches, I still get recruited by ambitious young people on a regular basis. I generally make them stop with a response that goes something like this:
I would rather have my eyes gouged out by the white hot barbed penis of Satan himself while he spits in my mouth than return to public accounting for any amount of money.
It was 1990. Everything you did was on paper. I had to mail in my desired class schedule and got zero classes so I had to wander (pardon the fuck out of my early morning typo) around with a bunch of paper add slips trying to get classes.
So very much not in a fucking mood for pedants right now.