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âso this week my town made the news forââ nope
âthereâs a restaurant two miles from my house calledââ nope
âtoday I learned [celeb] went to my high schoolââ nope nope nope nope nope
these are all real posts Iâve seen on the internet that allowed me to identify a userâs hometown instantly. if itâs a small town, thatâs doubly dangerous, because a bad actor could trace you just by a unique first name or selfie you once posted. in an age where doxxing and stalking are some of the worst Iâve ever seen it, you HAVE to think twice about what youâre posting online.
i once saw a 13-year old post an image they noted as being âa few miles from their house.â it had a theater in the shot with a unique enough name to be local. one google maps search, now everyone knew not only what city they lived in, but the possible neighborhoods in that radius too. and they had a HUGE followingâŚwho all knew this was a 13-year-old child.
so yeah. not to sound like a 90s internet safety PSAâŚbut Iâm gonna be that PSA for a minute.
if youâre posting an image, there is NO need to say that you live there. you could just be traveling. âsaw this in Montanaâ is better than âsaw this by my house!â
before you post about a venue, especially a restaurant or small store, check and see if itâs localâCRUCIALLY if it has only one or two locations. people might travel to arenas or convention centers, but theyâre far less likely to be traveling to Bartlebyâs Fish and Chips. if itâs an anecdote and you still live nearby, you can honestly just leave the name out entirely.
if youâre sharing a news story, it can just be a story you found and wanted to share. you donât have to clarify âit happened in my town,â because even if you donât mention your town name, an easily-googled news article will.
if youâre seeing a concert or meeting a celebrity on a tour thatâs stopped locally, wait until theyâve hit a few more venues before you post about it, or at the very least wait until you get home. this is honestly a smart move for any event you attend: unless youâre marketing yourself, thereâs no need to advertise your location in real time.
check your selfie backgrounds for anything identifying. this includes city names on venues, school names, street signs, and house numbers.
this stuff is flexible if you no longer live in your hometown, or if your city is particularly big, but thereâs STILL no reason to tie yourself to your school, your workplace, or your street. you can call it paranoid, but as someone whoâs seen my friends get literal death threats over fictional characters before, the last thing I want is someone willing to act on those threats finding out where they live.
anyway. PSA over. does a kickflip or whatever
Please also be aware that your posts also provide information about anyone you're with.
I once had a friend post a photo while visiting me with both a unique local business and a set of street signs in the background, while they knew I was being stalked by someone who knew and potentially followed their account. I wasn't in that photo, but other posts from that weekend made it obvious they were staying with me. They hadn't yet been in a position where they regretted having that information publicly available, so it didn't occur to them to avoid sharing it.
Even if you don't (yet) care about your own right to privacy, you're often not the only person you're doxxing
I've also genuinely been shocked in recent years at the fact that most people just make their usernames on social media their full government name. Like ???? I get that everyone is growing up online now and getting fed a fire hose of messaging about how you need to be a brand (not true btw) but c'mon that brand/persona can have a fake name that is allowed please let's bring back handles/usernames that are not your real actual name on Instagram, TikTok, snap, etc
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* well then.
* ain't nothing you can do about it.
* well how about that then.
* you brought that upon yourself dude.
* it is what it is.
* that was completely to be expected.
* told you so.
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Dont ask me whats up i have done nothing since we last talked 3 years ago
I loooooove getting rejected. People should reject more. It's the "maybes" and ghosting that's just like too much. A firm but polite "no" is infinitely more respectful of everyone's time and feelings. Can we just do that?
You guys know this is a pretty normal human want and not a special accomdation to be saved for people with autism right?
She played bass on 10,000 songs, including the most-played track of the twentieth century. She was paid $55 per session. Her name never appeared on the albums.
Gold Star Studios, Los Angeles, 1964. A woman in a cardigan walks past the receptionist, a Fender Precision bass in her hand like a briefcase. She doesnât sign autographs. She signs a timesheet.
Her name is Carol Kaye. In three hours, she will record what will become the most-played track of the twentieth century. Sheâll pocket fifty-five dollars and head to another studio, on the other side of town, for the next session.
The record label will never put her name on the album.
Between 1957 and 1973, Carol Kaye took part in roughly 10,000 recording sessions. Not as the featured artist, not as a guest, but as a hired hand. She was part of an anonymous collective nicknamed The Wrecking Crewâelite studio musicians who actually played the instruments on your favorite records while the famous bands posed for promotional photos.
The work was relentless. Three albums before the day was over. Stale coffee in paper cups. No rehearsal. The charts arrived minutes before the tape rolled. If you couldnât read a chart and nail the take in two tries, you didnât get called for the next session.
Carol could do it on the first try.
She started playing guitar in grimy bars at fourteen because her family couldnât pay the electric bill. Music wasnât a romantic dream for her. It was survival. It was a jobâfactory work with better acoustics and lower pay.
But she was faster and sharper than almost everyone else. She corrected charts in pencil while the producer was still explaining what he wanted. In one session in 1968, she told a famous producer his arrangement sounded like a dying dog. She chose her own line. They kept her version.
That descending bass line that drives the Beach Boysâ âWouldnât It Be Niceâ? Carol Kaye. The propulsive groove of âThese Boots Are Made for Walkinââ? Carol Kaye. The acoustic-guitar intro to âLa Bambaâ? Carol Kaye. The iconic theme from Mission: Impossible? Carol Kaye.
She invented techniques on the spot, out of sheer necessity. When the bass sound was too muddy for AM radio, she stuck felt under the strings and used a hard pick instead of her fingers. The tone cut through the static like a blade. It became the sonic signature that defined 1960s pop.
Bassists spent yearsâdecadesâtrying to crack the secret of the Beach Boysâ gear to get that sound. They were studying the wrong people. They should have been studying Carol.
She received no royalties. No residuals. No gold-record ceremony. No credit on the album sleeves. When âYouâve Lost That Lovinâ Feelinââ hit number one, Carol was already back in a studio cutting a soap jingle.
The biggest bands mimed her bass lines on TV variety shows. New York marketing departments decided a mom in classic clothes didnât fit the rebellious-youth image they were selling. So they simply left her name off the album credits.
For thirty years, almost no one cared. The truth only began to surface in the late 1990s, when music researchers found the same union contract numbers on thousands of hit records. The very documents meant to preserve studio musiciansâ anonymity betrayed them.
Think about it. Every time you heard âGood Vibrations,â âRiver Deep â Mountain High,â the Righteous Brothers, Nancy Sinatra, or Sonny and Cher, you were hearing Carol Kaye. She composed the soundtrack of an entire generationâs youth.
And yet the records still say nothing. Sheâs now over eighty. She wrote instructional books. She trained countless bassists. She is finally starting to be recognized by music historians who uncovered the truth about The Wrecking Crew.
But she never got what she deserved: her name on those albums. Credit for the music that defined an era. Recognition that those bass lines everyone associates with the âBeach Boysâ were, in fact, Carol Kayeâs.
Fifty-five dollars a session. Ten thousand sessions. The most-played track of the twentieth century.
And the world didnât know her name.
She was admitted to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2025 but refused, fuck yeah, Carol. Her official website is incredible.
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me- "what does that mean?"
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I thought I might share one of my new tattoos. A couple years ago, a dear friend and I coined the term âfish bag momentâ
A fish bag moment might be sitting all alone in an empty new apartment after coming out and upending your life, or starting a new job in a brand new line of work because itâs closer to your dreams
Itâs what happens when you take a leap of faith or make a hard decision for yourself, when the future is so hard to visualize and everything feels scary. Youâre just a fish in a bag and you canât see where youâre going
But youâre on your way to a bigger aquarium
In honor of a relatively unexpected and sudden transition in my life, I tried my hand at sculpting my beloved fish bag. Letâs hope the kiln is kind â¤ď¸
It didnât just survive the kiln, it thrived â¤ď¸ to anyone out there who needs to hear it right now, rest assured: even if the path forward seems unclear, youâre on your way, and Iâm proud of you
watching a movie at home circa like, 2001 was like
put your TV on channel 2 so the VCR will work
open up the clamp shell case that held the VHS that has that satisfying crrlikkkkkk
put in the movie
gdi it has to be rewound
press STOP and then rewind because its so much faster that way
start the movie and it takes a few seconds for the movie to actually start cause you rewound to the VERY beginning
FBI will get you if you illegally distribute or exhibit this movie
and then. because you forgot that movies are always so much louder than TV
COMING SOON TO OWN ON VIDEO AND DVD
QUICK LOWER THE VOLUME LOWER THE VOLUME LOWER THE VOLUME OH FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay crisis averted.
although. these ads are kind of quiet. a little hard to hear.....
better turn up the volume...
THX
You have no idea how seared into my brain the THX sound is....immediately followed by a Voice of God announcing 'the audience...is now...deaf' because of a joke in a Tiny Tunes special.
That line plays in my head automatically every time I hear the THX sound
An autistic man with a special interest in the Harry Potter series has made the decision to value the lives and dignity of his trans friends more than a book about a wizard who grows up to be a cop, leaving you with no excuse whatsoever to keep wearing that Hufflepuff scarf, sources have reported.
Jack Harrington, 38, grew up reading the popular childrenâs stories, and soon developed an intense fascination with the world of the books, including knowing all about the suspiciously depicted money-hungry goblins, and that one time it was revealed that slavery is commonplace and accepted in the wizarding world.
In spite of this, however, Harrington has recently worked to redirect his interest towards media created by someone less troublingly focused on his friendsâ genitalia.
âIt was hard to do,â Harrington said. âI really love collecting things, and thereâs so much merchandise to collect! But once I realised that itâs possible to collect things in a way that doesnât make it harder for my mates to go for a piss when out and about, it really was a no-brainer.â
At the time of publication, Harrington was marvelling at the sheer amount of fiction available in the world that doesnât actively contribute to material harm, and questioning whether you specifically really need that copy of Hogwarts Legacy for your PS5.
*looks at polyamorous triad* so which of you is the soldier and which is the poet and which is the king
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How is it is supposed to work: your emotions are a response to your situation and surroundings. It is OK to feel the emotion. Now take that emotion and use your logical brain to decide which parts of the emotion fit the facts of the situation and which do not and why, and how youâre going to respond to said emotions (which is what tweet said, and what therapists say)
How people seem to interpret it: any emotional reaction is perfectly fine and I am not responsible for what I do out of emotion.
The âHow it is supposed to workâ part is really great, took me long enough and a therapist to figure that.
"Shaking my head so everyone knows I disapprove" was meant to be a joke about needless posturing in preemptive defense against a hypothetical bad faith crowd, but I fear it's pmuch now a lifestyle
Shaking my head but catching the cameras eye and giving a sick grin nobody in the scene notices so you know i have evil intentions