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Point of order: I said ‘little shit’, not ‘bitch’

Right; they declared it their territory, all kids keep off the lawn, and then us women just stroll on in like we want jobs and money and hobbies and all the other stuff they said was theirs, no touchie!

And they don’t want every space as their space, just every one that gets them a good wage (defending hunting grounds?), or good recognition (keeping a higher place in the tribe?). Like, brewing beer and doing computer work (for example) were a woman’s space until men realized they could make a lot of money at that stuff.

FR I really think it’s a tribalism/territorial thing. I mean, pretty much all humans are kinda tribal/territorial but a lot of men seem to especially be so?

acts like a little shit

demands others be better when they ask them to not be a little shit

Maybe try leading by example?

Territorial, maybe? Women are ‘invading their spaces’ (i.e. the job market, sports teams…) so they have to chase us away to defend their territory?

They’re probably thinking of clover’s look-alike, oxalis, which tends to be more spreading.

Yes, we know that. The hypothetical here is that the animal is fully aware and fully consents to being killed and eaten. Obviously this is not a thing in the real world; it’s just a thought experiment.

I fear though that leaving behind religion just means people will find other things to religiously latch onto. Look at techbros with technology, cults who kiss the feet of the regular vanilla human who leads them, analysts with market systems.

The need to believe in something bigger and more powerful than us that can save and guide us seems to be built into a lot of humans on a fundamental level, sadly.

Maybe people who can look past the censorship? Or people who understand that the people doing the censoring will get in trouble on certain types of social media if they don’t?

I like that one guy who ordered a castle with a lion making a speech on top.

There is no permanent connection between the gut and the rear of the body. Instead, as waste accumulates, part of the gut starts to balloon out until it touches the outer layer, or epidermis. The gut then fuses with the epidermis, forming an anal opening. Once excretion is complete, the process is reversed and the anus vanishes.

It has a vanishing, temporary invisible anus. WTF

In 2024 it was described to possess the ability be biological immortal by undergoing reverse development after the onset of sexual reproduction from mature lobate to early cydippid

And it’s immortal. Man nature, you crazy

Wikipedia

Song of the South please and thank you

Can we nominate shorts? Because Bugs Bunny Nips the Nips should be chewed up and then shat out like the pile of crap it is.

Holmes had been buried in the morning papers all the way down, but after we had passed the Hampshire border he threw them down and began to admire the scenery. It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man’s energy. All over the countryside, away to the rolling hills around Aldershot, the little red and grey roofs of the farm-steadings peeped out from amid the light green of the new foliage.

“Are they not fresh and beautiful?” I cried with all the enthusiasm of a man fresh from the fogs of Baker Street.

But Holmes shook his head gravely.

“Do you know, Watson,” said he, “that it is one of the curses of a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there.”

“Good heavens!” I cried. “Who would associate crime with these dear old homesteads?”

“They always fill me with a certain horror. It is my belief, Watson, founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.”

“You horrify me!”

“But the reason is very obvious. The pressure of public opinion can do in the town what the law cannot accomplish. There is no lane so vile that the scream of a tortured child, or the thud of a drunkard’s blow, does not beget sympathy and indignation among the neighbours, and then the whole machinery of justice is ever so close that a word of complaint can set it going, and there is but a step between the crime and the dock. But look at these lonely houses, each in its own fields, filled for the most part with poor ignorant folk who know little of the law. Think of the deeds of hellish cruelty, the hidden wickedness which may go on, year in, year out, in such places, and none the wiser.