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Babe are you okay? I saw you reblogged The Kiss of Life, 1967 again.

i enter the lesbian bar wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with the phrase: ask me about my favorite fallacy. copious beautiful women proceed to do so. “it’s the argument from fallacy” i tell them. “the fallacy of claiming that because an argument contains a fallacy, that argument’s conclusion must therefore be false.” murmurs of appreciation, as this is an underrated, even unorthodox choice. “but there’s more,“ i say. the women listen, their attention piqued. “let’s call an argument containing some random fallacy Argument A. if you claim that Argument A’s conclusion is false because it commits a fallacy to get there, you have, of course, committed the argument from fallacy. but here’s where it gets interesting.” the women lean in, enraptured. someone turns the music off. “if i claim that your conclusion (that Argument A’s conclusion is false) is false because you committed a fallacy (the argument from fallacy), i too have committed the same fallacy.” i am met with exclamations of delight and disbelief. “it’s like fallacyception,” i say. the women burst into applause, charmed by my firm grasp of logic and reasoning. i exit the lesbian bar covered in lipstick kiss marks like in a cartoon