gotta love the irony of the u.s. americans in the notes defending not putting their country name on international mail because their state is in the address, on a post about how u.s. americans themselves don't even know what country all their states are in.
On international academic mailing lists when a job opportunity is shared with only university + city name and no more information you can be sure it's a usamerican one a good 90% of the time
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Remember in 2010 when Taio Cruz said "I throw my hands up in the air sometimes"? I appreciated his restraint. You can't just throw your hands up in the air whenever. There's a time and a place, and that time was 2010, and the place was the club.
to people who are me I do think if eddie actually came out to buck, buck would make a move. not immediately, like i'd give him 2-5 business days of spiraling, but i do think buck isn't the type to sit around and pine when he knows there's a chance, and he's emotionally intelligent enough to know that there IS a chance here. if anything i think the main spiral isn't 'do I ask him out' so much as it's 'how do i ask him out in the bestest most worthy way possible.'
the first thought that buck has when eddie comes out to him is: i have to tell him.
the second is: wait, what?
which is how the third thought that buck has upon his best friend exposing a vulnerable part of himself to buck is the suddenly thuddingly obvious fact that he is, in fact, in love with eddie.
"buck?" eddie says, effectively interrupting his fourth thought ('oh, fuck.'). his eyes are big and brown and vulnerable. buck shoves the thoughts to the back of his mind. there are more important things to deal with right now.
"oh, eddie," he says, pulling eddie into a hug. eddie melts against him, all warmth. buck's stupid, recently oblivious heart thuds. "thanks for telling me, man."
eddie sniffles a little into his chest. buck tells himself strictly: you will not make this weird.
---
buck makes things weird.
the thing is, buck knows now, right? the barrier between the part of buck that is in love with his best friend and the part of buck that is maintaining his perfectly platonic relationship with his best friend has officially shattered, good job, gang, you've broken a perfectly good glass closet. now, all that's standing between buck and acting upon his feelings for his best friend is his ability not to take a leap of faith based on this knowledge.
buck, historically, has not done great at not acting on his knowledge.
to be fair to him, he tries. to be less fair, the attempts are, well--
---
"nice flowers."
buck blinks down at the bouquet in his arms. "shit," he says, eloquently.
ravi raises an eyebrow at him. "what?"
"i...bought flowers."
a slow nod. "you did," ravi says. "did you...not mean to?"
"no, i meant to." just not consciously.
"is it...for someone?"
buck, with his newfound knowledge, can now read the stupid implication in ravi's eyes, the way they dart to the station doors, where eddie thankfully has not driven in yet. buck takes a few steps forward, dumps the bouquet in ravi's arms.
"it's for the loft," he says. "spruce up the station, a little. it's looking a bit drab around here. can you put those in a vase for me?"
before ravi can reply, he runs to the locker room. as he does, he can hear ravi's voice muttering: "what vase?"
later, as eddie comes up the staircase: "ooh, are those irises? i love irises."
ravi stares at buck. buck does not stare back.
---
"huh," eddie says, looking around. "they gave us a nice table."
buck winces. the reservation confirmation text burns a hole in his pants pocket.
"ha ha, yeah, what a nice coincidence," buck says, as if he didn't put 'window seat, nice view, good for a first date' in the request section when he was making the reservation. he thinks he blacked out a little.
a server comes over, and buck reflexively orders both of their favorites, and the exact menu items that made him think of eddie when he saw the place online. eddie raises an eyebrow at him. buck coughs.
"did your research, huh, bud?"
"uh, yeah," buck says. is he sweating? he's sweating. fuck. fuck. abort. "did you know that axolotls ingest small stones to break down their food?"
a beat. then eddie smiles his indulgent smile, and buck thanks every deity and also bobby for his longstanding and totally unsuspicious tendency to bring up random facts at inopportune times.
at the end of the night, buck pays the bill. he tries not to think about his credit score.
---
the third time is when the jig, as they say, is up.
it's stupidly normal, is the thing. buck and eddie are sitting on the couch together, chris asleep in buck's guest room that he insists is not secretly just christopher's room wearing a fake mustache. there's a basketball game playing on tv, which means that buck is not at his best, cognitively speaking.
he blames this for what happens when eddie, perfectly oblivious and beautiful and on buck's couch, says: "hey buck, can you get me another beer?"
and buck, without thinking, says: "sure, babe."
the room pauses. some guy throws a ball to another guy on the television screen. eddie, uncharacteristically, is not looking at the sweaty men run into each other. he's looking at buck.
buck, who's mouth keeps running without his permission.
"bbbbbbbest friend. i meant best friend. my best friend eddie. my. my cool bud. my totally normal--"
"buck?"
eddie's voice is soft, and when buck takes a break from word-vomiting to look at him, his eyes are big and brown and awed, shining. buck's heart thumps again. okay. fuck. fine.
"i was gonna ease you into it," buck complains, throwing his head back.
eddie's mouth twitches a little. his eyes are so, so bright. "into...babe territory?"
"into-- you know, eddie," buck pouts at him, and eddie actually giggles.
"i don't know that i do, babe," eddie beams at him. "it looks like you're trying to backdoor me into a relationship, buck."
buck splutters. "i'm-- that's-- i'm doing the opposite of that! i'm front-dooring you! i was-- i was trying to wait a reasonable amount of time before asking you out on a date! it's rude if i just--"
"reserved one of the hottest restaurants in LA and got us date night seats without telling me?" eddie finishes, teasing.
"that was an accident."
eddie snorts, and it is unfortunately very charming. "you asked me out by accident?"
buck flaps his hands helplessly. "i was trying to be normal! but-- i just-- i can't help it!" he insists. "what-- am i supposed to just-- know that you're an option, and just-- not go for it? do you know me?"
that makes eddie laugh fully, head tilted back, hair falling loose over his forehead. buck sways into his orbit, caught the way he always is. eddie tugs at the hem of his shirt, and buck pouts as he crawls over eddie, knees bracketing his hips.
"i do you know, baby," eddie says, all warmth. "which is why i was hoping you'd make the first move."
buck's mouth falls open. "you--" he accuses. "you manipulator."
eddie shrugs. "you're the one who takes the leap," he says, cupping buck's face. it is, unfortunately, impossible to stay mad at eddie ever, let alone when he's holding buck. "i'm the one that has your back, remember?"
buck blinks rapidly. "fuck," he says. "i love you so much." immediately after, he exhales. "oh my god. you have no idea how much of a relief it is to finally say it. i thought i was gonna explode."
eddie giggles, drags him in for a kiss. "thank you for trying your best, sweetheart," he says, pressing his smiling mouth to buck's jaw. "you're a very nice boyfriend."
buck hums with satisfaction. "i am, aren't i?"
"even when you refuse to actually let me know that you're being my boyfriend."
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studying history is like. here's to another beautiful day of not being pregnant and of having no obligation to ever be. thank you women who fight for abortion and contraception and independance from men for another beautiful day of not being pregnant and of having no obligation to ever be
They also specifically contacted members of the leather community, used them as models iirc, and donated $100k to Outright International. They talked the talk and walked the walk and put their money on it too. I don't really care that I can't afford and don't want this merch, I love to see my community getting the respect it deserves. Levi's said, "We make jeans which gays wear lots of jeans? Oh leather daddies? Let's call them."
I think Levi's donates to Outreach International every year too, as well as sponsoring pride events and other community support. They were offering Same Sex domestic partner benefits to employees in the 90s, and have been very public about their support for pro-lgbt legislation all through the 2000s.
So, you know, a giant corporation that walks the walk pretty consistently.
They also this past year contributed some pretty decent prizes for one of the challenges in the new drag king reality competition series King of Drag - They're definitely walking the walk right now.
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1. The court holds Google responsible for statements made by its AI, considering them Google's statements (search engines have limited liability for results in their engine as they're the words of other sites/companies/people), meaning when their AI lies/hallucinates they're liable for the defamation/harm resulting from those statements.
2. Google's defense that customers are generally aware of the lack of reliability and are responsible for fact checking was dismissed. As the court pointed out, that would "significantly diminish" AI Search's stated purpose and it can't be distinguished from Google's business practices/statements as a search tool.
3. Studies have found about 91% of Google's everyday AI responses are accurate, leaving millions of searches per HOUR with potential liability for falsehoods. 56% of correct responses weren't supported by the sources the AI listed. Both of which mean Google is now liable for a LOT more AI "errors."
4. Google was held liable for 80% of court costs in this case and this precedent is expected to reverberate around the world. This is a massive shift from the 3rd-party search provider role Google has previously played and it comes right as they've tied ALL searches to their AI search.
Makes perfect sense, actually, and is the result I expected. Search engines and social media have always hidden behind the protection of âthe public squareâ and ânotice boardâ classifications to deny liability for things.
They claimed they were just platforms and anyone could use them. They were not making âjudgment calls.â There was no creation of content or filter of information or anything. The only value judgment they would make was how relevant the result was to your search terms. Which is the purpose of a search engine. They were just places where people could put up their flyers (like a notice board) or meet up freely and express their opinion (like the public square). They allowed you to filter things (through provided content filters or the use of Boolean search language), but they themselves would not make any determination regarding the value or morality or trustworthiness of the information provided.
And this used to be true. Google searches didnât make judgment calls on the value of the opinions and data presented, it just returned relevant links. The more relevant, the higher on the list. This guaranteed multiple sources and points of view and you could decide for yourself which ones to trust.
For example, I had to look up Stormfront for a class way back when. Google didnât give me a paragraph explaining why Stormfront was bad. It didnât insist I must have meant something else and give me those results because no good person would look up neo-nazis. It didnât give me a dozen articles and Reddit posts that mention Stormfront once or twice.
What it did do was give me Stormfrontâs homepage. And the link below it was the Wikipedia page explaining what it was. And the links below that were news articles and blogs on Stormfront. Then at the bottom it gave me some weather sites because maybe I did just mistype âstorm frontâ. Relevant information presented to me, actual decision on what to trust left up to me.
Then Google started exerting more control. It was bad enough when Google started automatically changing your search terms, to what it decided you actually meant, but it now itâs deciding what is allowed to be seen for the search terms you use. Whatâs a source Google trusts and which ones should be hidden. Judgment calls are being made.
And thatâs the important part. Once youâre deciding who is and isnât allowed to put their flyers up, youâre not an unbiased notice board. Youâre not the public square. Youâre a publisher. You are deciding what to show based on what you place value on. And if you are making judgment calls, you can be held liable for the result of those calls.
Thatâs why newspapers and magazines can be sued when they run a piece that states false information as fact. They made the judgment call to spread the libel even though it was someone else who wrote it.
Google has skirted this line for quite a while. Itâs okay to block bad information, right? If you hide a website that says battery acid is safe to drink, thatâs fine, right? No one is hurt if wrongthink is hidden and only trustworthy sources are presented, right? You canât be sued if no direct injury was caused to your users, right? No harm no foul, right?
Except⌠with Google AI and its bad information being presented as the first result of your Google searchâŚ
Well. Now thereâs provable harm.
An AI cannot make a true judgment call and it cannot be held liable. Itâs a machine. It has no values, no morals, no personhood. But someone wrote the program that determines how the AI judges information and presents it and someone put it online and placed it automatically at the top of their search results and someone presented it as a reliable judge of trustworthy information (with a small disclaimer that maybe it could be wrong sometimes). So that someone is the one who should be held responsible for the judgment calls the AI makes.
And that someone is Google.
TL;DR: to be held liable for something you usually need control, cause, and damages (this is very simplified). Google used to avoid liability by not controlling search results. Judgment on what to trust was left to the users so even if relying on the information caused damage, it wasnât Googleâs fault. Google then started exerting control, but claimed it was to avoid damage to users. If users couldnât prove Googleâs search results caused harm to them, Google couldnât be held responsible even if they had control.
But with Google AI generating bad info, people are being damaged by Googleâs control over information. So now we have control, cause, and damage. Google can be now be sued for search results.
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hey. good luck with everything, okay? [cutting the rope connecting your boat to the dock] just good luck. [starts pushing your boat further towards the stream] just have a good luck out there