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  • I'm curious as to why you think it's "lame as fuck". Does it harm you? Does it harm them? Does it fucking harm anybody? Does it just seem like a quickly little weird thing that you don't do but others might? The answer to one of those questions is, "Yes".

  • Bud, you need to take a breath. This was a thing before social media, I promise you. It's not a psy op.

    It's simple, toxic masculinity throughout the post war period led to a lot of men lying about their height (same for women and their weight during the same period). Over time public perception of what a tall person looked like shifted, and now every woman thinks that 6 ft is average height.

    This phenomenon came out of American advertising, not Russian agents.

  • I'm inclined to say 2, just for form and shape. But it looks to chunky. Like probably heavy af. So I'll choose 3.

    P.s. thanks for giving me a new thing I didn't know was linked to my neurodivergence

  • The U.S. IS inherently a "murder and pillage" kind of nation, yes. It's kind of the only thing we've ever done. If you're from the U.S. (like me) and you keep asking yourself "how did we get here?" Or "what happened to the America of my youth", then reading a little bit about history could be helpful. Or shit, talk to any Native about what their history, culture, language is, and then follow up with "What happened to them?".

    The United States of America is a failed experiment. It's time to put it down.

  • copypasta @sh.itjust.works
    GenerationII @lemm.ee

    Some GOLD I saw on a thread right now

    In the days immediately after my dad's death, I had the house to myself and had retreated to my basement/office space to have a stress-relieving wank. Just outside of my space was my daughter's battery-operated activity table that was known to play jingles at random. What it was not well known for was playing the giggling sound effect at random. So imagine how quickly I put my dick away when that table laughed at me not once, not twice, but three times in the span of a minute.

    If that wasn't my dad's ghost making fun of me, I don't know what it was.