Real talk, an asteroid wiping us out would only expedite the inevitable. If we could pull together and deflect an asteroid, there's hope. If not, we failed the test and die with the consequences. But we don't need the asteroid to fail this test. We're making great strides towards destroying our home with home field advantage.

Incel misogynistic slur for "woman", referring to their genitals as resembling roast beef.

The term "attention theft" is some dystopian shit, and just probable enough to make me vomit in my mouth.

You sound like an ad. It triggered my uncanny valley response. Please never do that again.

I love this!

One of my cats, Ito (named after Junji), has learned to be pretty clear in how he communicates. When he reeeeally wants pets and attention, he'll stand up and reach a paw towards my face, miming a petting motion. When he wants me to override the automatic feeder and give him extra food, he'll look me in the eyes, say something in cat (presumably "follow me") and guide me to the food bowls, where he will then shower me with affection and try to convince me that he deserves a reward for being so sweet and adorable. I'm weak to his charms.

This kinda news doesn't feel any better to hear now than it did when I was a child. The people who can do something about it don't care. We mourn our lost future. The cycle continues.

There's a lot to be learned at sea, lad.

A tragedy of firearms is it makes children just as dangerous as anyone else. If the child was using the gun, they were the most dangerous person in the school.

The fact that there exists a mind who can think this is a good take has me deeply concerned for the future.

Upvote.

I worked 5 years at a job that sucked the soul out of me as I devoted all available energy towards making sure I never got laid off, developing an entirely seperate personality that was better geared towards sales and customer satisfaction at the cost of my self-respect and personal relationships, dreading every day as though it would be the one to finally push me over the edge and convince me to end it all.

Work isn't meant to make you healthy. The two often have a negative relationship with each other, in fact. Work is work. Let's not pretend we're above sex workers just because we're not on camera while we get fucked.

I've long accepted that we're going to see the bad ending, as I've never had any say in what happens, and I know what kind of world we live in. We're going out with a long drawn-out whimper while capitalists scurry to ride the wave on a ship made out of the corpses of the ignorant. This was always the way things were going to happen, and revolution was always the only way to prevent it.

I got a verbal warning for referring to someone as a "guy" in my team's group chat.

As in "I've got a guy here who's running into issues with getting his loan processed. How should I proceed with assisting him?"

My language wasn't professional enough, and my manager pulled me aside to warn me not to do it again. I've since left the role, and my new team fully embraces casual conversation (my manager has outright exclaimed that "our software is a piece of shit" to much agreement). Things are much better now.