I really don't know

mark watney: if i met an alien queen i’d fuck her. lol i’ll be in schiaparelli’s favorite hole

jazz bashara: i’m into casual sex. damn this guy sucks but lowkey i’d be down

Since Eridians are cosexual and sexual dimorphism isn’t really a thing for them I thought of the reason as to how Adrian grew so much larger while Rocky was away

has the "ship grace with everyone ever" blunt rotation hit the eel hive mind yet

The dentist is a deep cleaner. If you brush before going it's like picking up so they can use the watervac in peace and not waste their time picking up wrappers.

generational categories are subjective and contain a lot of variety

Given the commonly-accepted definition of Gen Z years and presuming that most people don't have meaningful social media presences before age 13, that would mean Gen Z wasn't meaningfully on social media as a group before 2010, and the youngest members of that group who made their first account at 13 only did so within the last year.

Would you like to know what year Twitter introduced ads? 2010. (Source: NYT.) Facebook? 2007, with Sponsored Stories in 2011, (Source: CNet) and ads continuing to encroach on feeds until the last time I opened my Facebook feed to check up on family, I got approximately one ad for every post by an actual human, and half of the posts by an actual human being aren't for people that I actually follow or know, but promoted posts from influencers. Instagram came out in 2009 and introduced ads in 2015, so a few outlier Gen Z people may have experienced those social media platforms without ads, or indeed without ubiquitous, pervasive, endlessly intrusive ads, but it is still a reasonable statement that the life experiences of most members of this age group do not include "an online experience devoid of an amount of intrusive advertising that would have made me think my computer had a fucking virus in 2010, let alone 1997," sheerly based on how online advertising has proliferated during their lifetime.

This post talks about a new DM feature in youtube. What it fails to mention is that as part of this new feature is that when you send someone a link to a video, and they open it in the youtube app, they will see who sent them the link. Specifically, your channel name.

If your google account name is your real name, so is your channel name by default.

This means the new default behavior is that everyone you send a youtube link to will see your full name if they open it in the mobile app.

To turn this off:

Go to your youtube app settings

Go to Privacy

Turn off "Channel visibility for shared links"

how measurements work in canada (ie/ badly)

😈 You are allowed to have evil characters who are not punished by the narrative by the end of the story.

😈 You are allowed to have evil characters who win.

😈 You are allowed to have evil characters who make evil look fun and cool.

😈 You are allowed to make your fun, cool evil character the protagonist.

😈 You are allowed to glorify, romanticize and eroticize evil characters and villainous acts.

😈 You are allowed to have evil characters who are not punished by the narrative by the end of the story.

😈 You are allowed to have evil characters who win.

😈 You are allowed to have evil characters who make evil look fun and cool.

😈 You are allowed to make your fun, cool evil character the protagonist.

😈 You are allowed to glorify, romanticize and eroticize evil characters and villainous acts.

Their mother picked up after them. They were not required to take plates the kitchen or do the dishes or anything like that.

My mother, who would tell you she is for equality, came home one day, sighed at the mess of dirty dishes scattered about, and said, "Gayle, help me pick up."

"Those aren't my dishes," I said. "I picked up my dishes."

My mother sighed again. "Just help me pick up."

"No," I said again. "I didn't make that fucking mess."

She never approached my brothers and said, "Boys, in this house, you take your dishes to the kitchen." She did not tell our dad, "Hey, tell the boys they need to pick up after themselves."

It was, "Gayle, pick up the dishes."

And when I refused because it was not my fucking mess, I got lectured about being difficult.

See also: My brothers--in a classic dick-move of all siblings--figured out they could pop the lock on the bathroom door and throw it open, and I would freak out because I was in the shower and trying to get five fucking minutes of peace.

My husband had been on his own since he was 16. He knows how to keep house, and doesn't complain. He will tell any and all if his friends to clean up after themselves when they hangout. In fact, he has barred some of them from ever entering our home again because they're such slobs. He spent less than an hour at this one guy's place, and left because he was so disgusted. Dude was in his 30s, couldn't keep a girlfriend because as soon as they entered his apartment, they saw the filth. His mother visited him every Sunday, cleaned his apartment, did his laundry, brought groceries, cooked a week's worth of meals, and never asked him to help. Never taught him how to do any of the basics. Dude complained about women being too proud and said that's why he's single. He stopped talking to us (no loss here) whem i pointed out the common denomenator with all these failed relationships was him, and each of them had given him thr same reasoning: he's gross.

I remember all of us having assigned chores. Originally, it was on rotation. Then my parents divorced because it turns out when you leave a religion (mormonism) you don't neccessarily stay compatible.

Problem: every one in my immediate family is autistic except *maybe* my mom (who has come to terms with her ADHD recently) and of her kids have the specific autistic traits that make us bad at cleaning: trash blindness, cleaning takes extra spoons, out of sight out of mind, etc. We're all slobs and it has caused *much* drama both inside and out of the family my entire life. We're all literally disabled in this specific way.

We've all found our own ways to cope. And while my brother isn't the *only* one who Shifts Blame and just Doesn't Do It (If my siblings were stubborn enough my single mom would end asking me to do them because I'm less stubborn.) I don't think being a man has helped. Because it's kinda expected, despite his wife being the home maker and being under constant pressure from all the fucking dishes. (Dishes where my *assigned* chore growing up because they'd get disgusting the fastest. All my siblings have less practice. I now exclusively use paper plates so the dishes can never be my fault.)

Anyway, tricks I've learned to be cleaner: use your surfaces for activities. If you can't use them for said activities you then *have* to clean them. At least enough. The afore mentioned paper plates don't generally work for cooking. If you're cooking for yourself, have like... one pot that you must clean twice a day. If that doesn't work: do not leave the kitchen. As soon as everyone is served, put the rest into Tupperware and wash the dish while everything is easily cleanable. Only wear 1-2 bags worth of laundry. When you run out: time to clean.