This is the same timeline that fails (refuses?) to recognize the dystopian overlap of 1984, Fahrenheit 451, Idiocracy, Margaret Atwood, ... and its own blithely un-ironic trajectory, right?

Took me twice to make it past "experiences", but worth it. 🤣

TBF, not only would that same Italian person you envision also die every time a "pizza" is made, (IRL, they're far hardier as a people) but I personally reached a similar point in my impression of "proper" sushi. 🤷🏽‍♂️ For decades now, I've looked down on cream cheese, et al, used as ingredients in rolls of all kinds. That eventually evolved into other disdainful opinions on adjacent foods' contents, but I've fairly recently discovered a simple fact: in its culture of origin, sushi is known to on occasion include ice cream as an ingredient.

Therefore? Such quixotic prescriptionism is worse than useless: it restricts access to experiences based on fabricated and imaginary rules (or, face the piercing judgment of... actually no one at all).

Fuck what "people" say. Engage with your wife's view, and maybe even join her in exploring what other curious ways one can enjoy weird shit. 🫀🖖🏽

You're conflating that term with whatever it's called when Ayn Rand writes.

Clearly, the Venn of those who're empowered to make those changes and those who've played at least a couple hours of SimCity is two estranged circles.

Don't try to normalize fascism, pissant. No one here believes you "have a modicum of common sense", so just give it a fuckin' rest. Your opinion is shite and you should feel like shite for voicing it. Hush now.

This is a completely infantile concept. You wanna throw a tantrum for something you want, regardless of how asinine or unlikely it is, and despite all facts pointing to its irrationality? smdh. 🖕🏽

Yep, the legal team advised a scare tactic akin to ISPs fishing for low-effort compliance. Reminds me of CAMP & the ATF busting farms in Mendicino until the '10s.

"E pluribus unum" = “Out of many, one."

Those "monsters" from the dark were the real heroes back when — braving the orange flickering light that instinctually meant death to sneak scraps from the stabby skin-wearers... Sounds like the original D&D story to me, NGL.

Oh, only 40+ years too late, thanks.

But wait! There's morrrrre!