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I wonder how it feels to be a therapist or psychiatrist in 2026 and watch the despair of young patients and realize it’s not attributed to mental illness but a rational response to the state of the capitalist hellscape world we live in
I’m not depressed because I need a higher dose of my mood stabilizer. I’m depressed because I spent years of my life working my fucking ass off to get a degree in biochemistry from one of the top universities in the world only to apply to over 100 jobs and the only one I land is one I hate every second of doing, the work is literally useless, and in spite of being there over 40 hours a week I still don’t make enough to pay rent. The food benefits I get can’t even feed a german shepherd. I’m 23 years old with a college degree asking my parents to take me grocery shopping so I don’t starve. I’m not upset because of my mental illness I’m upset because I work my ass off only to be broke and miserable
..... Having both of them looking at me like this in focus is more unsettling than expected
if you are going to need some kind of sedative for 4th of july fireworks for your pets NOW IS THE TIME TO SCHEDULE THOSE APPOINTMENTS TO ASK FOR THEM
NOT WHEN ITS 2 DAYS AWAY
I feel like to really get this circulating as it should, we need it superimposed over the picture of the turkey going in the fridge. (I can't do it I'm on my phone.)
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Google is transforming Search from a list of links into an AI-powered experience filled with conversational answers, autonomous agents, and
what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck
#anybody have search engine recs?
Yes!
I personally use Qwant. It gives you normal-ass search results, doesn't cram AI down your throat, and is very privacy-focused. It doesn't always have the most complete results but it's been perfectly fine for my daily use - it's been my primary search engine for a couple years now.
Duck Duck Go is also very good. They do have an AI search option but it's truly an option. They're also quite privacy-focused but they are based in the US (Qwant is headquartered in France). They're also available in more regions than Qwant is. I used it for a year or so but the AI bugged me.
I've heard good things about Startpage though I haven't used it myself. Its big selling point for a while was they used google's search results without tracking you, though if google doesn't *have* search results anymore who knows what their future holds. Based in NL.
There are others of course but those are where I'd start if you're sick of google's bullshit.
The No AI version of DuckDuckGo – I've used regular DuckDuckGo for years, but even with all the AI options supposedly turned off, I've recently had trouble finding actual webpages (as opposed to AI-translated garbage) with Finnish-language queries, and the No AI version has so far delivered better results. (Caveat: my queries are work-related, ie. medical and sometimes obscure. Your mileage may vary.)
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basketball players fight over the basketball because they are hypnotized before each game to believe it is their egg
Headpiece with dogs and a bare-breasted lady. The german. 1893.
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I think every lesbian who says she wouldn't date a bi woman is functionally on the same wavelength as men who say they would only marry a virgin
it all boils down to "penis steals women's purity" and there's literally no non-shitty way to believe that. being gay doesn't give you a get out of jail free card for being sexist
So I want to get a load of those "A trans person peed here and nobody was hurt" stickers, not merely for the punk activist reason of sticking them in places where I peed, but also so I can stick them in baffling, unreachable places.
Top of the Forth Bridge? There. Inchmickery, an island that does not have a regular ferry service? There. The ceiling of some very very tall building? There! I want you people to see the sticker and go "why did she pee there" and then "How did she pee there".
https://www.etsy.com/market/a_trans_person_pee_here_sticker
THERE'S SEVERAL
https://www.etsy.com/market/a_trans_person_pee_here_sticker

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they should invent an 8-9:30 pm that's seven hours
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my dad is very intensely involved a battle with his city’s public administration over a playground they have tried to forcibly remove like five times in the past 20 years and DID remove once in like 2005 but then had to rebuild because my dad was such a pain in their asses and came through with undeniable receipts of the zoning plan from the 60s/the historic/cultural value of the urban planning…. like there’s a woman in the city office who is his arch nemesis. he is literally the daredevil of urban planning
everyone in the tags needs to stop saying they want to fuck my dad.
My little dust bunny el wiwi went to the shelter today for his pre-intake checkup. He weighs 1.03 lbs 🥺
...el wiwi?
el wiwi
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Plum blossoms in quyuanfenghe, west lake, hangzhou, china (photos by 炎真,Eclare)
Lemme tell you a gay little story about an eagle.
Our town (~9,000 people) has a couple garages, but there's a big one on the main drag. My family has been going there for decades. I drive past it every day.
There used to be a huge pine tree on the corner of their lot, but last year it became a hazard and had to be taken down.
Shortly thereafter I drive by and see they've hired a guy to chainsaw sculpt the stump into a bald eagle.
Birds own my heart, but nationalism makes me twitchy. I withhold outright condemnation of the eagle, but I'm skeptical. (The original owner—an objectively Good Dude—sold the business to a younger couple a few years ago, and I don't have any knowledge of their whole deal.)
Then it turns out someone on staff is really into making costumes for the eagle. Every holiday. Every month. Stuffed turkey, witch costume, menorah headpiece, bunny ears. These people love to dress their bird.
The changing of the eagle suit becomes a source of joy every time I drive through town.
Until June, when the eagle is bare.
Now look, maybe I'm expecting too much asking my garage to celebrate Pride. But this is a small town. Every time I drive by that stupid eagle—this thing that has previously brought me so much joy—I feel hurt. I feel reminded that there are plenty of people in my liberal bubble who don't consider my community worthy of celebration. I drive to work, I feel bad. I drive home, I feel bad. The eagle is mocking me.
Then my A/C quits working.
So I book an appointent to bring my car in—and realize what I have to do.
I pick all this up at a thrift store for under ten bucks. I print the shirt with some weird heat-transfer fabric crayons I find in a cupboard. I loop gold elastic around the sunglasses and pray they'll fit on the eagle's head. (It is also important to draw your attention to the price of the feather boa.)
(Nice.)
My reasoning is thus: if I show up with a complete costume ready to go, someone will have to look me in the eye and say "We don't believe in that," at which point I'll be finding a new garage. But if they let me dress the eagle, then people in town get to have the joy I've been missing since the start of the month.
I listen to a lot of hype-up jams on my way over. I hate confrontation. I also don't wanna have to find another garage. I want to believe that this decision isn't actively antagonistic, but I'm not particularly hopeful.
I talk through the A/C issue with the guy at the desk, hand over my keys, then take a deep breath.
"Who's in charge of the eagle?"
"Oh, that's all Dylan. Second bay from the end."
I walk down the row of hydraulic lifts and find a disarmingly smiley middle-aged man pouring fluid through a funnel. I introduce myself and explain that, since the Pride parade is this Sunday and the eagle seems to be missing a costume, I have taken the liberty of making one myself, and can I get his blessing to go put it on?
Dylan grins this absolutely giant grin and goes
"Oh hell yeah."
So that's what's up now.
Happy Pride.