why wouldn't you?

That's what water tastes like.

Because if you demonstrate to me that you're willing to set aside concern for truth, evidence, and verifying things with your own eyes whenever it happens to be inconvenient for you, I have a solemn responsibility to make sure you don't get into medical school.

Does saying things that are true and that you know are true only matter when someone is giving you a little prize for it?

I don't want to live in a world in which doctors and lawyers and politicians just ignore the responsibility to research and verify when it's inconvenient for them. When they're busy. When they have something they'd rather be doing. The world I live in is already too full of those people in positions of power. I'll be damned if I let there be more of them.

So why do you limit yourself to only achieving what it values? Do you not aspire to be better than a system you know is wrong? Don't you want to change the world?

This paints such a beautiful picture

Do you get it now? Without due process, everyone is at risk. How are you going to prove your citizenship otherwise?

Girl, just do it fat. Don’t wait until you’ve lost enough weight. You’re worthy of taking up the space that you fill. Live your life now. Don’t wait for some future version of yourself that you think will be more deserving. You have every right to pursue your passions and dreams just as you are today. Your worth isn’t tied to a number on a scale or the size of your clothes; it is inherent in who you are. You’re allowed to be seen, heard, and celebrated in whatever body you inhabit right now. Don’t let anyone or anything convince you for too long. So go out. Do it fat! Wear the clothes you love, pursue the opportunities that excite you, and live unapologetically. There’s no reason to put off living the life that you want, waiting for a moment that you’re not even sure will come. You deserve to be happy and fulfilled just as you are, and the world needs you exactly as you are today. Everything good that has ever happened to you, happened in this body. Girl, just do it fat.

"He got freedoms too, Jimmy."

And that's the point. To shut them up. To make them quit saying shit like that. The first one makes him seem kinda weird for caring about what that guy does with his dick. The second one gives him something to fight against and make a big deal about.

code-switching matters for communicating across cultures of all varieties

Taken from the Wikipedia page. Even Trent Reznor said it's not his song anymore.

in case you hadn't seen

Actually cannot stop watching this

English Teacher (2024 - ) I 1.02 Powderpuff

So, if you want to try and break the cycle of voting for the lesser evil, of bipartisan cruelty towards the Global South and the country's own citizens alike, we need to change this and we need to vote on it where we can.

If enough people who liked John the best liked Dana the second best, she can still win the election. And then, because the stats on how the first choices went will be publicly visible, she can see that it might be a good idea for her to shift some of her stances to align more with John's -- and those stats will more accurately reflect people's true preferences, because no one felt like they had to vote for her under duress because otherwise Joe might win and he's the actual worst, instead of the stats on who prefers John over Dana being skewed by practicality decisions the way they would be with our current system.

One downside of the specific way we have things set up here is that sometimes the ballot has like 50 parties on it, and voting starts to feel like a maths exam. But there's ways to mitigate that while still keeping ranked voting.

Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative estimate, though I keep this from my children. For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird. For every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.