Can someone tell me what messages the plebs are supposedly getting from Fight Club and what messages the smart people are supposedly getting from Fight Club?
Broke: Commercialism and modern society drive us (as men) to conformity, which must be broken free from by acts of rebellion and a reassertion of a bold masculine spirit of independence.
Woke: The story of a man- or, rather, many men- devoid of meaning and identity, who seek to fill an existential void created by an atomized society. In doing so, they degrade from meaningless consumerism, to nihilist hypermasculine violence, to reactionary insurrectionary terrorism. In seeking to reestablish a sense of individuality, the men seek a cause, joining a fight club which eventaully evolves into a decentralized but leader-oriented terrorist organization. They shave their heads, wear the same clothes, abandon their own names, and follow the orders of a leader without question, thus ironically abandoning the self entirely in the process of rediscovering it.
okay so, guy at work, who i find out afterwards is famous at this place for being a sex pest, comes up and starts with what i also learn is his favorite opener to conversations where he’s going to be a sex pest, namely: “Do you know where the term ‘blow job’ comes from?”
and here he made his first fatal error. his moment of hubristic sex pesting. because of course i know where the term blow job comes from, i love learning about sex and the history of sexual terms! i know so much about oral sex that i could write a book on it!
his second error: approaching a little autistic freak with what he intended to be an uncomfortable sex question that would make me feel weird and gross. Friends, Romans, Countrymen, I Have Never Misjudged A Man’s Intentions So Incredibly In My Life. because i did not realize he was trying to harass me. because i love talking about sex facts, albeit not usually at work. unless. someone prompts me. my coworkers are the kind of people who are generally online enough to know terms, but not exactly what they mean, and they realized they could ask me a while back and get good answers without the resulting awkwardness because i do not experience shame. i am primed to answer questions like the one he has proposed.
So I Answered It.
and well, really, what happened is that I began answering it, then realized the answer required a bit more context. I mean, you can’t just say “oh, well, the term first appears in writing in the 1940s” without first explaining that ‘blow’ by itself already had sexual connotations for centuries, and then, really, are we talking about the origin of the term or the origin of the act. and well we have a ton of literature and art depicting fellatio throughout human history, did you know a lot of it was men performing it on other men? oh, that reminds me, there are a multitude of latin words for oral sex performed on penises, and hold on let me quote you the entirety of catullus 16 from memory and explain it’s fascinating insights into the roman world of homosexuality-
i do not know how to turn any of this ^ off, by the way. i’m sure some people out there have a switch that disables their infodumping mid-speech. i do not. and i also didn’t realize he wasn’t looking for a real answer until my other coworker explained so hours later. he could not excuse himself from the conversation he started, and i made a conservative man at least 30 years older than me to listen to my catullus recitation. i will sodomize and facefuck you, indeed.
anyway, i think i got a bad grade in being sexually harassed. my pro tip is maybe don’t start with what a very autistic individual will misconstrue as you earnestly asking them to explain sex to you. the special interest shield will cause splashback damage.
I don't read as much fic as I used to but one "tell" for non Canadians writing us, besides the etransfer, is the units you use to describe us measuring something. I hate to tell you this but The Chart is real and it's completely subconscious. Please abide
My favorite thing to do to my brother is ask "can I tell you a secret?" and then rip ass. After a beat of shock and horror I tell him very seriously "don't tell anyone". I don't this 2-3 times a year so he has just enough time to forget. He always says yes
(it gets more complicated than this but this is the basics that most people need...also there's an age disparity in that some older people will only use imperial and some younger people have never used things like stones and pounds)
As a dual citizen of both the USA and the UK, I seem to have now reached a stage where I'm just mixing and matching measurement systems based on whatever happens to pop into my brain first. I'm drinking from a 500ml bottle of water right now. That's 1/4th of the 64oz of water I should ideally drink per day. I'll need to set my oven to 190°C later when I make dinner. It's 79°F outside today. This is fine, I guess.
Normal groceries like milk or bread or whatever running out is whatever. Just anotha day. But when stuff like salt or cooking oil or rice runs out it feels like You’re supposed to be here for me and you’re leaving. You’re just like everyone else
There are ten trillion pictures of flowering trees to the point where they sometimes seem trite and overdone. But then you see a tree in full flower and go holy shit this rules and I've gotta show this to everyone so they can experience the same magic and wonder and there are ten trillion and one pictures of flowering trees
