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A little comic for Mermay
me tongue-deep in a sandalwood candle: đ€€
the tjmaxx employee loading a fourth tranquilizer dart into their blowgun: i need backup
so many misguided metaphors around violence and desire. if the open maw of a panting beast fills you with the want to be devoured, that does not make you prey. while the rabbit trembles in fear, its deepest desire is to run. evolution demands it. in fact, the desire to be eaten does not make you any small animal at all.
it makes you a fruit.
I need my weird alone time or I will explode
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âItâs summer now, and youâre craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. Itâs summer now, and youâre looking forward to worrying less. Youâre looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. Youâre looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. Youâre looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. Youâre looking forward to the safety in pleasure. Youâre looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. Youâre looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. Youâre looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. Youâre looking forward.â
â Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water
The popularity of the "incompetent stupid piece of shit husband and competent wife who loves him anyways" trope in media is a psyop to make women believe its normal to settle for an incompetent stupid piece of shit husband
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
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Just watched Adam Conover (of Adam Ruins Everything) make such a solid point that I think we should spread far and wide. Yes, having AI write your emails is lazy, sure, but people love being lazy. We need to really emphasize that sending AI emails (or using AI responses on social media, or publishing AI flyers, or or or) is rude.
It's rude. You're making someone take their time to read something you couldn't bother to write. You're telling them they were so unimportant you couldn't be bothered to actually take the time to say something yourself. And frankly, you're lying about it while you're at it.
It's rude.
It's not just rude to make me read something you didn't want to write. It is that you expect me to respond to your email written by Claude. You don't even want me to talk to you. You want me to talk to Claude so that you can make Claude respond for you. It is rude to expect me to talk to a chatbot when I wanted to talk to you.
Goddess of Depression by Victor Nazarenko
I love having a job and getting paid
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oh, no, you misunderstand me. those were my monkeys. yeah the circus and i have since parted ways. yeah it was the elephant thing, i dont really want to address that right now though
one time in college i was in a creative writing class and this guy was holding up the critique with what i can only describe as like cinemasins dinging another student's writing. and at some point the professor said "the plot is the fork and the prose is the meal. you are critiquing the taste of the fork"
sentimental value had a scene that ive never seen before in my life where a character wets an entire roll of paper towels and uses it like a sponge