I love it.

Coming in for my bombing run!

Tell me about it. I’ve also had security goons dive deep into my grandpa’s ID, that was issued in 1922, and give me a pass, so you know. anything is possible

welcome to america, the most fascist state in the world

And that’s bullshit! If the rule is about age, and they enforce it about everyone, it’s not fucking about age, it’s about paperwork. Are you a jew? or someone else we can throw in the camps

Sexism? It’s abhorrent to me that so many people think that other people are beneath them, despite being an essentially identical bag of funky water

And what makes a law?

If gravity only worked on black people, would it be a law of physics?

Get the fuck outta here

The spectrum is a big place.

Sad that humans built a really crazy awesome amazing system for exchanging information, and then corporations ruined it. I too, miss the old web. Pretty cool when website just did the thing they said they did

This stops working as you age

also, hangovers are real

My partner still has functional socks and underwear from the 90’s. Last pair of the sturdiest pants in the store ripped irreparably after three washes. To say things are ‘just’ a bit lower quality is quite the understatement.

We’re pivoting to buying fabric, and making our own fucking clothes. cheaper now, time included

I don’t like that my taxes are paying for their weapons and propaganda, which you’re gargling down like a hot cumshot

Garbage take.

I don’t buy AAA games. Because paying for a code and waiting four hours for the rest of the game to download is bullshit.

My biggest gaming spending spree in the last five years has been on itch, and I can make my own physical copies of those

Yes, unefuckingquivocally. Hands fucking down. Some fuckbag in power makes orders that cause dozens, hundreds, thousands, more, of the deaths of small people who don’t make the news?

YES. THAT PIECE OF GARBAGE SHOULD BE KILLED. Every single fucking one of them. Root and fucking branch.

In this particular case, it would be nice for something that’s a regular daily occurrence for regular, non war criminal folks, to happen. It’s not exactly an unbelievable script-guy is clearly brown. Obviously had it coming

fukkin saame

when i was younger and stupid and in the (glass) closet i was dating the son of a pharmacologist. this man had made millions developing medications. he was fond of me and privately told me i was too funny and smart to be dating boys.

he also said that it was incredibly unlikely that sexism will ever be resolved in the medical field. that the majority of medications i will ever take - even some of which are “for women” - will not be clinically tested on my body.

the problem, he said, was in getting any human clinical trial approved.

to test on a body with a uterus - any body, even elderly patients or those who have been sterilized - was often nigh-impossible, because the concern was that the test patient may, at any point, become pregnant.

once/if the patient became pregnant, the study would not be about “the effects of New Medication on the body.”

instead, the trial would fail - the results would be “the effects of New Medication on a developing fetus/pregnant patient.”

it was massively easier, he said, to just test without accounting for a uterus.

that’s how he phrased it - accounting for a uterus.

at the time, i remember him talking about the ethical implications of testing on a developing fetus; how such testing could theoretically bankrupt a company if a lawsuit was filed. he talked about informed consent and about how long it took for any legislation to be passed about this -

• that in 1993; the year i was born, it finally became illegal to outright exclude women and minorities from clinical trials.

i remember him shrugging. “that’s not to say it doesn’t happen,” he said. my ears were ringing.

i was thinking about how every time i have been rushed to the ER, the first thing they have asked me is if i am pregnant.

when i broke my wrist at 16 years old - despite never having had sex - they made me wait three hours for the test to come back negative before they gave me pain meds. the possibility of a child haunts my health.

how many people have died on the table because they were waiting for the pregnancy test before treatment.

how many people have died on the table because they were pregnant, and the only thing we care about is the fetus.

it is hard to explain to other people, but it feels like some kind of strange ghost. our entire lives, we are supposed to “save” our bodies for our future partners. but really we are just saving the body for the future child, aren’t we? that hovering future-almost that cartwheels around in a miasma. you can’t get your tubes tied, what if you change your mind? think of the child you must have, eventually. who cares about you and your actual safety. think about what you could be carrying.

Well I don’t know, but have you had six separate $150+ appointments with your doc who asks you questions ranging from “well what does your boyfriend of two weeks want” to “are you really sure?” to “we’re going to have to ask you attend this six week course on why it’s important to produce a legacy before we can sign off on this. Then we’ll see what your insurance has to say”

if they assume he’s the inferior parent, why do the men win custody almost every fucking time they try, whereas the woman involved gets the kid dumped on her, completely, with no child support orders unless she fights for them, anytime the guy doesn’t want anything to do with the kid he knocked her up with?

you ain’t been around a whole lot of the states, have you