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malls are dying because they don't have blacksmith, apothecary, alehouse or peddler's

We must create dungeons that expand for miles under the earth and malls are the hub areas where warriors gather to venture deep beanth the surface for treasures yet discovered. It's the only way to save the economy.

conzoop

👆It's is the only way to save the economy

luxiomahariel

edgebug

you'd think that "inhuman thing that isn't a person but speaks like a person and talking to it will slowly drive you mad" would only be found in folktales and fables and so on. but no. chatgpt

sliminal-spaces

chatgpt actually makes me feel better to talk to it than almost any human I've ever known but yeah sure

edgebug

you are a frog in a pot and you are boiling yourself

agnosticchaos92

The Parable of The Table and The Chair

By Amy Roberts

Let's say you're in a room with a contractor and an essentialist. The contractor brought you a pile of wood, staples, a staple gun, elbows, wood screws, rotating saw, a square measure, a leveling stick, a hammer, etc. and he's says he's paying you good money to build a long table with this material. He and the essentialist, who otherwise don't know each other, leave. So you get to work and after a while, you finish the table.

The contractor comes by and pinches his nose and then facepalms. He says “oh, did I tell you to build a table? I'm so absent minded. I was actually having someone else build that. I actually wanted you to build a nice sturdy chair to go along with it. I'll throw in an extra $100 for your troubles. Oh, and no need to go buy more materials for the chair. Just break down the table and repurpose the materials to make the chair. I'll be back later to see the finished product.” He then leaves, and you get to work cutting apart the table into pieces of the proper dimensions to make a chair with.

While you're doing so, the essentialist comes by and sees you. “What are you doing to that table!” he yells. “You're mutilating it! The contractor is going to be infuriated!” “Actually, he came by and said he was mistaken and that he actually wanted a chair, so I'm making him a chair”, you inform him. “Impossible!” the essentialist snaps. “Once a table, always a table. No matter how hard you try, you cannot turn a table into a chair! It's a table!” “What table? Where?” you say, the bewilderment in your face all too apparent. He vaguely motions to the pile of scrap wood on the floor. “This table right here. You seem confused, but rest assured we can always tell it's a table” the essentialist remarks. A look of concern for this guy's mental health appears on your face, but you shrug and then attempt to hold back your laughter before nodding in disbelief of the absurdity and getting back to work. The essentialist, angered by your reaction, storms off and leaves, spouting something about “repurposed wood insanity” and “sexual degenerates who sit on tables.”

After a while, you finish the chair and the contractor comes by and is quite pleased with his chair and gives you your monetary reward. The essentialist comes back and glances at the chair, noticing only its platform and legs, but seemingly oblivious of the backrest. “Ah!” he said with a delighted smile. “That's a small end table, but it's still a table.” “Actually, it's a chair...”, the contractor says. “...and I'm quite pleased with it.” “It'll never be a real chair!!!” the essentialist mocks the contractor. “It started out as a table, and what it started out as is immutable!” “I have no idea what's going on here”, says the puzzled contractor, who looks as if he's staring down a madman. “but I have my chair and I'm quite pleased, so I'll be on my way.” He grabs the chair and leaves. “It started out as a pile of building materials” you correct the essentialist. “Yes, table building materials, not chair building materials.” the essentialist retorts. “It goes against nature to call it a chair!”

This is what it sounds like to me when I hear the arguments of a bioessentialist, gender critical and transphobe.

#Lgbtq+#Transgender #Really good parable

nikkiaart

The gang goes to New York

#tadc

strangerconnection

everyone get hairier now

leavemebetosleep

idc what anyone says he's my baby girl forever

#Tadc #Are nyall see why I'm obsessed with Caine yet?#frankenstein

kaashina

maomao when every important figure in the empire keeps asking for her help

#tad

sporadora

sylvia x ah duo

what the hell sure

#WAITER PASS THE CROSS-OVER YURI!!!#sxf #tad

nailbombs

#felt

liquidfem

boostergold78

I didn’t know Mr. T pityed fool’s that weren’t woke, but that’s awesome. #respect

lordxeras

“I think about my father being called ‘boy’, my uncle being called ‘boy’, my brother, coming back from Vietnam and being called ‘boy’. So I questioned myself: “What does a black man have to do before he’s given the respect as a man?” So when I was 18 years old, when I was old enough to fight and die for my country, old enough to drink, old enough to vote, I said I was old enough to be called a man. I self-ordained myself Mr. T so the first word out of everybody’s mouth is “Mr.” That’s a sign of respect that my father didn’t get, that my brother didn’t get, that my mother didn’t get.“

-Mr. T on the subject of his name

voidbat

is it any wonder the media derided him for these things? a black man having the unmitigated gall to control his own narrative? defang that shit with mockery.