Well, yeah. Same organs, longer tubing, slightly different cell types lining the insides.
Also the scrotum is just fused-together labia majora (you can even see the seam), and the penis is just an enlarged clitoris that wraps round the urethra.
Maleness is just a minor tweak added in post-production.
Yep, they’re just modified ovaries; they’re plumbed into the abdomen and all the wiring comes from there.
If 2000 didn’t get a party called Fun De Siecle, then you don’t get this.
No, I’m asking you what you think a pronoun is.
You can tell by the fact that it’s what I said.
What do you think a pronoun is?
Nah. Fraud is fraud.
Yes, this document says it has this guy’s signature on it, but how do you know what his signature is meant to look like?
Same concept just scaled up.
Blue cross just backflipped on time limits for anaesthesia, so
Translation:
It’s morally wrong to fight back against your abuser, lest he take it out on your kids as well. Just lie back and try to enjoy it.
It’s funny how voting for a pro-genocide government was trolleyish and so had a moral imperative, while approving of this killing meant that people were irredeemable monsters.
Anyone who pushes jira is a waste of fucking carbon, and I hope they never find happiness.
If you want twenty minutes of rage-filled ranting, ask me about vscode-server sometime.
Using an ethnic stereotype as a logo/mascot is a bit whiffy, no? Ramp it up a bit and take a look at the Robertson’s Jam ‘golliwog’ logo.
Maybe a different degree, but certainly the same smell. It’s just not a good look in this day and age.
I’ve often said “What do we want? Police to face accountability when they commit crimes! What do we actually get? We’re going to use the term ‘main’ instead of ‘master’ for programming things!”
The other thing is that the big stuff is shored up by all the small stuff.
The reason you can’t get police held accountable for crimes, ferinstance, is because there’s a hundred shitty racist / sexist / classist / etc attitudes locking down the idea that the police are both besieged by and protecting us from an underclass of people who deserve neither compassion, rights or justice. Look at the people leaping on the ‘he was no angel’ bandwagon, for god’s sake.
If you want to topple the big overt heinous idea, you need to wash away the soil its roots are sunk into and that’s banked up round its trunk making it look like an inherent part of the landscape.
A spoonful at a time, if need be. It all helps.
Until a couple of years ago, we had a brand of cheese called ‘Coon’, here in Australia.
The word isn’t used as a slur over here, and the brand was simply named after the founder about 150 years back.
But it was getting increasingly on the nose as cultural influences from the US and everywhere kept seeping in, and it reached a point where it pretty much needed an excuse or at least an explanation.
So they renamed it; now it’s ‘Cheer’.
And at the time, there was all kinds of pearl-clutching about the malicious / disingenuous / officious / vapidly-offended / white-knighting / attention-seeking / etc / etc ‘woke crowd’ stomping in and making them change everything when it was perfectly good and harmless and stuff.
Six months later, nobody gave a single shit any more. Nobody died as a result or was even mildly inconvenienced, no great cultural traditions were lost, and contrary to several predictionsm newly-empowered wokeocrats have not risen from the shadows to re-gender everyone or whatever. It’s that cheese with the blue white and green label, nobody reads it anyway.
My point is that small token changes cost virtually nothing, and even if they achieve little in and of themselves, the mere fact of people being willing to make them is of benefit. Small courtesies, you know? Returning your shopping cart. Smiling at passing dogs. It models kindness and consideration, and promotes the idea that those things have value.
Which is not to suggest that we must avoid giving offense at all consts; far from it. I’m one of those stereotypicallly abrasive genX types raised on ideals of free speech, punk rock, uncomfortable truths and loudly pointing out the elephant in the room no matter how many toes get stepped on. But when there isn’t some burning issue that needs to be addressed, niceties be damned… then yeah, small courtesies. Give people that extra bit of room even if they don’t strictly needed. It’s nice to be nice.
Look back a handful of decades at all those cultural relics that your grandparents considered harmless and invisible. Asking people to drop them may have attracted ridicule and suspicion at the time, but looking back at some of them… oh dear god, really?
Hell, I remember The Black And White Minstrel Show on TV, and if you don’t remember it yourself, it’s far worse than you’re imagining.
I like the world better without things like that, even the little seemingly-trivial ones, and even if it seems like empy virtue-signalling while you’re cleaning them up.
I mean not really, kind of the opposite.
Touch grass is a call to action - to discard the convenient abstractions enabled by words alone, and to embrace the messy, gritty complexity of physical reality itself.
The allegory of the cave is the opposite: a wry lament about the inherent limitations of perception itself. You can’t experience physical reality at all; you’re just a bot in the chatroom of your senses, and there’s no such thing as stepping outside it. Your senses may be a lot more detailed than words, but it’s only a matter of degree.
:stares in genX:
That’s not assembly, that’s ikea.
Back in my day…
That’s what coffee is for.
Sorry, but he’s driving up to a mcdonalds, not a festering heap of shit. Fix your meme.