Art project from 2020 - intended to provoke the conversations here for sure. Still involves some animal products in production it looks like.

I don’t think this could be feasibly upscaled to sustain a dystopia.

Palahnuik has written an auto cannibalism scene. In Haunted, girl passes out, other people decide to eat her (framing story is that it’s a reality tv show, but they all want it to go wrong and kill each other, it is extremely fucked up and is where “Guts” is from if you’ve ever been subjected to that). She wakes up to the smell of her own ass in the microwave.

He’s not. He’s a bloviating idiot with no idea about what he’s talking about. He’s been able to look smart by throwing money at problems, but going to Mars is going to be a money pit for him.

I have no idea why NASA still contracts with him. We can’t talk about Jack Parsons, because he was besties with Crowley and did sex rituals to summon the AntiChrist (which just makes him cooler IMHO) - but Muskrat can do whatever he wants.

why are people obsessed with coming up with scenarios in which it could be okay to have sex with children

Iirc, both Jewish and Islamic law are explicit that if you can break kosher/eating halal if you have no other options for food. Keeping yourself alive is more important.

Is there not something similar in catholic theology?

I really wish my friends and family would understand this. This is something that I have to worry about, all of the time. It causes me constant and immense stress.

“I would not be welcome here if they knew.” - this is what I have to be aware of, all of the time. I do volunteer work and often drive out to rural areas - stopping at gas stations where they’d leer at me if I wore a mask inside 2 years ago… - am I safe if I get pulled over?

I’ve sat at workplace trainings and heard the things that they think about people like me - debating on if there’s a way that I can say something that won’t call attention to myself. I turn on the news or scroll through Facebook and see an endless stream of debates on whether or not I should exist.

All I want is to inject myself with testosterone (which my insurance does not pay for). I want my drivers license to say M. I wanted, and paid for, a mastectomy. Testosterone makes me strong enough to carry folding tables for homeless shelters. It helps me turn my anger into energy. It helps me exist.

I don’t understand why that bothers people so much. No one gave a shit ten years ago. My Pentecostal family were happy to call me their son. Trans people are just a convenient boogey man as part of a long term backlash strategy against gay and women’s rights.

The consensus among historical scholars is that some itinerant preacher who we can reasonably call the historical Jesus existed. That is the state of the field. There was lots of religious fervor at the time, it was already probably clear to everyone that something bad was going to happen to the Temple, there were lots of similar guys running around.

Arguing that the man probably existed is not arguing that he advocated for the things he was saying in the Bible, that he was in any way divine, or that one should believe in Christianity. It’s not arguing for leftist hippie Jesus either. Just that at this point in history, some sort of Jewish rabble rouser claimed to be a messiah and started a small group of followers. This is not a crazy claim - rabble rousers exist, Jewish people exist and have a complex religious/political figure called a messiah, and the group of followers was causing problems in less than a hundred years.

Remember that historical argumentation and proof looks fundamentally different than argumentation and proof in physics or math. You can’t do “Josephus minus The Testimonium Flavianum plus Pliny’s letters equals Christ.” No one is going to be able to trot out a photo of Jesus. Although here’s something fun: here’s one of the first depictions of Jesus.

Sovereign citizens believe that there is a difference between JOHN Q. PUBLIC and John Q. Public. Like your name in all caps is a “corporation” that the US government controls, which has money that you can access with the right combination of magic words. It’s very cargo cult.

If you read the article, they are no longer in the business of selling theatre projection equipment.

This was probably an expired certificate. Alamo Drafthouse, like many movie theatres, probably cuts costs by not having a projectionist and lets the projectors essentially run on auto pilot, and then faced the consequences when no one noticed that their certificates had expired.

I paid for my teaching degree by working as a prostitute. Prostitutes aren’t extra horny degenerates or something, they’re just folks trying to survive. I’d probably be a better teacher if I could still do it, because I could cut back the hours at my second job 🤷‍♂️

Seems like we hold teachers to higher standards than CEOs and politicians, for less money than a Walmart GM makes…

Mates, makeup ain’t for y’all. You know how you spent eight hours messing with your .bashrc or rolling for counter strike skins or whatever weirdass hobby you have? You don’t do it because you are trying to attract women - you see your friends get into something cool and you get competitive with them. That’s what it is for the womenfolk. They get their nails did and do weird ass makeup looks because it’s a fun hobby. They know that you probably don’t care about the difference between coffin and ballerina nails. But their friends do, and they want to show off, because it’s fun.

As a teenage girl into coding, I was treated like absolute shit. If I made a mistake in my botball code, it was because I wasn’t good at coding. If a boy made a mistake in their botball code, then it was something that the other boys would help them debug. I remember it being assumed I just wouldn’t be able to figure out what structs were, so the boys running the botball code didn’t teach me. In college, any group project was an opportunity for boys to try to fuck me.

As a trans man, someone who has experienced life as both a man and woman in STEM, there are massive barriers to women. It’s invisible to you because you haven’t lived through it.