In case you can’t tell, I’m passionate about rationality and critical thinking.

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Cake day: September 22nd, 2024

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  • British users need to verify their ages to access r/periods

    Ah yes, periods. A thing that famously only happens to adults. What the ever-loving fuck?

    I’m not surprised that something on a topic that I consider “basic women’s health” is being blocked. Why, though? Is it too sexual (because vagina)? Is it too violent (because blood)? A teenager could have a million period-related questions without any part of it being “adult only.”

    But I guess all of us should’ve thought about that when we decided to be born with female reproductive systems. So dangerous, so violent, so political.


  • I would love to have an electric vehicle. But first, I’d need to live somewhere with an appropriate power outlet near a reliable parking space.

    I’m an apartment dweller that is lucky to find parking in front of my own home on Friday nights (when there are always more cars than usual.) I can only imagine how many people are in the same situation. Meanwhile, with the housing situation as it is, our ability to move to affordable houses (which could provide such power outlets) dwindles more every day. In this way, creating more affordable housing could lead more people to drive electric vehicles, simply by removing the barriers currently preventing them from doing so.

    Hmmm. It’s almost like multiple facets of society… intersect somehow. Like if we were to improve one aspect, it could have a ripple effect that benefits other parts. So weird, right? Who would’a thunk it.



  • I don’t wish for ignorance, but sometimes I do watch wild creatures and think, “What a life. Find food, find shelter, find partner, lay eggs/babies. Pure biology in control.” Some deep part of me is massively jealous that I can’t give in to what my ancient genes want me to do. Being able to fulfill my basic needs is subject to the whims of capitalism.

    Though not having to tolerate parasites and disease without medicine, not having to die right after mating, and having access to modern air conditioning are pretty strong perks of being a human.


  • For someone of his age and health status, all it takes is one fall. Just one trip on a rock, misjudgement of a stair step, or simply an uncoordinated shuffle of the feet, and that could destroy the rest of his life. Crash, broken bone, permanent incapacitation.

    It’s the tipping point that puts so many people into nursing homes. It’s more than just a physical injury - for those with dementia, these types of events have a particularly destablizing effect on their minds. A bright, independent individual becomes a confused, pain-addled shell of their former self, never to return to their previous “normal” again. If that can happen to people who still have some grasp on their minds, just imagine what would become of Trump.







  • I accidentally slammed my picky toe into a corner once and I’m pretty sure I broke it. But I was scared to tell my parents, so I just wore socks around the house until it healed.

    I don’t think it healed properly either. If I feel the edges of my picky toes, I can feel a difference between my right and left. Using standard anatomical terms of location for clarity, the toe that got injured has a pointier joint on the medial edge, with the distal bone of the pinky turning slightly more laterally than the uninjured toe bone does. It doesn’t hurt today and doesn’t cause me any issues, as far as I can tell.

    It still sucks that I’m not the only one who felt the need to hide an injury as a child.


  • I know you don’t want to hear “it depends,” but there is no one rule that would cover all art. Some art is made to communicate specific ideas. Some art is made simply out of self-expression, without intent for any particular audience. Both are valid.

    If I doodle in my notebook, it’s for the artist (me.) However, I also draw and paint to communicate specific emotions. I made a painting while listening to “September” by Earth, Wind and Fire, with the intent to capture the energy and joy the song sends through me. I don’t expect anyone to immediately connect the image with the specific song, but since it’s a lively concert scene, my hope is that the emotion that inspired the art comes across to an audience.

    Sometimes I’ll make something more abstract, intentionally left open to interpretation. I may have my own thoughts about such pieces, but ultimately I want the viewer to find their own meaning.

    In reality, everything is up to the audience. There will always be people who interpret things in their own way, independent of the artist’s intentions. We can’t control what others will think, but learning to tolerate and/or accept people who “don’t get it” is a stage all artists have to go through. I’ve come to accept that there is no one perfect mode of communication, so if I intend to communicate something specific, it’s on me as the artist to put effort into making that message clear.




  • My middle school held an assembly over a fad of “dick tapping” that had taken over the boys in the school. Apparently it had become “a thing” for them to just reach over and slap their friends’ penises, and it got so bad that we needed a damn assembly.

    All us girls were extremely confused. We legit thought most of the boys in our school must have secretly been gay if they wanted to touch each other’s dicks so badly. Even if the boys weren’t gay, we figured they must be pretty frickin’ stupid to play such a dumb “game.” A lot of us had crushes evaporate in an instant, and I for one never looked at the boys in my class the same again.

    Nowadays, I know better than to assume one’s sexuality from such things. However, I never stopped being extremely confused about that game.