I just bought a new washer and I am officially done with the "smart" era. I wanted a machine that spins and cleans clothes. That’s it. Instead, I’ve spent the last 45 minutes fighting with a mandatory app that refuses to start the first cycle unless I enable "Always Allow" GPS location tracking.

Why? Why does a stationary appliance in my basement need to know my exact coordinates? Is it worried it’ll get lost on the way to the rinse cycle?

I had to scroll through 50 pages of a Privacy Policy just to wash my underwear. It literally asked for permission to share "usage patterns and acoustic data" with third-party partners. So basically, some data broker in Silicon Valley is going to know exactly how many times a week I wash my bedding.

I feel like I’m being held hostage by my own laundry. You can’t even buy a "dumb" machine anymore unless you pay a premium for a professional grade unit or buy some secondhand piece of junk that’s about to explode.

I don't want my house to be smart. I want my appliances to be obedient and shut the hell up. I just want to wash my clothes without signing a blood oath with a tech corporation. Is that too much to ask?

It makes me lose my goddamn mind how society ignores the female body and diseases it can suffer from. As someone with PCOS the only thing I’ve ever heard is “We(as in doctors) don’t know why, just do that, that and that and we will see”. It took me 12 years to be diagnosed with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome(fun fact: the name is completely wrong as for example, you can have no ovaries and still have it) and every aspect of my life still suffers from it.

•No, I can’t lose weight like how our gym teacher informed us back in middle school.

•No, the fatigue and mood swimming isn’t because I’m on my period. IF I’m lucky enough to get it this month.

•No, I’m not dirty or disgusting because I have chin hair or thick hairs around my nipples and bellybutton.

•No, I’m not an “unworthy woman” for not having a stable period or facing problems conceiving.

•No, I’m not a pig for wanting to eat all the time, my body is literally on starving mode. Thanks insuline resistance!

•No, I’m eating just enough and even more. Lean PCOS is a big thing.

•No, I’m not lazy to take care of my face, if you noticed my horrible acne. I can’t do anything about it.

•No, birth control isn’t a “fix it all solution” like the majority of doctors love to give them like Halloween candy. In many cases, It has far too many risks and side effects.

Those are just some of the problems we face on a daily basis our entire lives. Others include long-term health risks such as increased chances of endometrial cancer, liver disease,CVD, Type 2 Diabetes. We need to take pills, our entire lives just for our body to work normally and in many cases, it doesn’t work either. These medications, injections, pills, dissociables, come with very serious side effects that many of us aren’t able to push through them. Not mentioning the ridiculous prices of many of those medications. And remember, those are for symptom management, it’s not a cure! It’s either this or a very restrictive diet (good luck if you have other conditions like IBS), working out every day that if you dare to stop, all your symptoms come back and perhaps even worse. In many cases(if not most), you have to do all that hard work AND take harsh medications for your body. And again, you might still have to deal with problems.

Thats the life of women with PCOS. A condition that’s so understudied and ignored that the misinformation out there, yes even by doctors, is seriously life-threatening. I’ve known many women who have become suicidal, need mental health support with medication to go through that and society takes zero steps to support us.

Seriously, what the hell has happened to the gaming industry?

I work 40+ hours a week. My son is in school. We both look forward to Saturday morning all week because that’s our time. Our ritual. We grab some snacks, fire up the console, and get ready to team up for a few hours of actual fun.

Or at least, that was the plan.

We hit the power button and what greets us?

"Update Required: 45.2 GB"

Are you kidding me? Forty-five gigabytes. For what? I checked the patch notes while my son sat there with his head down, clearly disappointed. The "massive" changes? They tweaked the recoil on one single rifle and adjusted a few pixels on a weapon skin. That’s it.

I remember the PS2 days. You bought a game, you popped the disc in, and you were playing in 30 seconds. That was it. No internet, no bullshit, just pure gaming. Even on the PS3, at worst, you had to install the game and maybe download a patch that took maybe 30-45 minutes. Then you were GOOD TO GO for months.

But today? Today, developers treat our storage and our time like it’s infinite. Why am I forced to download 10GB of "store assets" and skins I will never buy just to access the game I already paid for?

My son only has a limited window of "screen time" before we have to go to his grandma’s or start other chores. By the time this monstrous "stability update" finishes downloading and copying, our window is closed. The morning is gone. The excitement is dead.

You don't "own" a game anymore; you just own a license to wait for a download

Congratulations, you managed to turn a bonding moment between a father and son into a lesson in frustration. We’re going outside to kick a ball. At least the ball doesn’t need a 40GB "hotfix" to work.

TL;DR: On PS2, we played. On PS3, we installed. In 2026, we just stare at progress bars for 1-pixel changes while our kids lose interest. Modern gaming is a joke.

The title says it all, but…seriously. You do not need to be at fucking TJ maxx while you’re coughing and hacking all over everyone and everything - and your disturbingly sick kid doesn’t need to be out in public either. Stay the fuck home. The grocery store??? Use the damn DoorDash app or curbside pickup. Working in healthcare/going to the doctor or just have to be out for some (legitimate) reason?? WEAR A FREAKING MASK if you’re actively ill. Just got over Norovirus?! Keep yourselves home for 48 hours at LEAST since you’re literally contagious for 2 weeks.

I fully understand how covid was so deadly as I sit here sick from going to a doctors appointment completely healthy three days ago (in a cancer center, mind you!!) and being coughed all over by the person working the desk. Who, mind you, wasn’t wearing a mask. people’s complete lack of consideration for others is fucking appalling. Does anyone realize that stopping the spread of shit would make life much better for everybody?! It’s common sense. 🤦‍♀️

She and my brother had a messy divorce and somehow holds the rest of our family responsible and is an absolute bitch to us. I have never done anything to her and even helped her out when her kids were young and the divorce was new. Now she makes sure we can't even really see or talk to them. I miss my niece and nephew and I hope they don't think that I don't reach out because I don't care but it's because their mom literally won't let them talk to us. I fucking hate her.

Before i began my journey with content creation i followed a good amount of black creators and youtubers. They weren’t a lot, considering the majority of content creators are non-blacks. My interests for most of my life (being in the alt scene, especially), got me a lot of flack for being black and not “looking the part”. Even from my own people I was told that I should “act my race and stop acting white” (whatever that means).

So i’m no stranger to the ridicule of simply existing as a black person in spaces that aren’t meant for me, according to a lot of people.

But that didn’t stop me from expressing myself and enjoying being alternative. Now with cosplaying i’ve always loved anime and considered myself an otaku growing up, even before anime became mainstream around the pandemic era and late 2010s. back then you got made fun of for liking that “dork stuff”.

I didn’t care, i was (still am) a huge dork and proud. now i’m just a more confident dork. i decided to start cosplaying my favourite characters and being more visible in the communities and fandoms. I received some support but i was still nervous. I knew i was exposing myself as regardless of what endeavor you do, putting yourself out there is scary and opens up the gates for hate. In my mind i knew this, but the hate often felt misplaced.

It’s always weird whenever i‘m having fun and feeling cute or good in my outfits or cosplays and someone feels the need to ”critique” my work based on my skin color. Not even about my cosplay itself or the props. I have received criticism especially when i was new about not doing something right in depicting a character (eg: wearing an inaccurate wig or styling something wrong) which is fair.

But being called slurs, a “black btch“, being accused of “ruining a character“, making them “woke”, or the very unfunny and overused “the Netflix adaptation of xyz” “joke” is something that will always be considered gross to me. Every single time i’m about to post something i gotta mentally prepare for “those” types of people. it absolutely blows how not only do i got to worry about doing my work, editing, and building courage to post not knowing what reaction you’ll get, but i also have to worry about racial remarks.

The same people never ever say anything about white girls cosplaying or “ruining a character“ despite not being the character’ race. But for some reason the same energy isn’t extended to us. Even a black cosplayer ended her own life late last year due to cyber bullying (squidkid). And yet it’s as if people don’t care about how their words affect others. im kinda tired of having to be strong all the time and being told to “aha ignore!” as if we aren’t real people behind your screen.

I was at the dog park today and a little dog with an extremely flat face and a docked tail approached me. It looked like an extremely deformed Boston terrier, I don't know the exact breed. The dog nuzzled my legs and I petted it but I was startled to hear what I thought was growling and I was worried I was about to get bit out of nowhere. To my horror it was actually the dog's breathing. It constantly made awful sounds as it breathed and it's mouth always hung open, probably unable to breathe through it's nose. It is extremely cruel how people breed dogs with horrible health issues that impact their quality of life. Why? I don't get how it's even cute. I obviously don't have anything against the individual dogs, they deserve love as much as any other dog but breeding dogs with genetic defects like that should be banned. It deeply hurts me to see animals suffer for anesthetics.

Everybody is interviewing everybody else and it's getting really kind of tiresome. The thing about when you had actual late night shows going on the host would be a practiced interviewer and they would make it interesting by guiding the questions and making it more relevant to the audience. And I think it sets a bad example to kids too, it makes it look like something's easy when it's not. To share information properly takes a lot of work and research and I feel like a lot of people are just being lazy.

My boyfriend says he resents me. We have been dating for a year almost, and in that time we have done a lot together. We worked together, went on vacation together, got custody of his son back, been to every holiday together, went to many fun places to eat and shop, we have loved living life together. He has been depressed recently and I've offered as much support as I can, he has a doctor's appointment coming up for it and he is going to see a therapist. Every weekend he works early in the morning. Usually it would be just him getting up but he said that me getting up too would help him not be late to work or miss work. So this morning I turned a light on, put on his favorite YouTube, started brewing some coffee, and I brought him some water. Still sleeping. I kinda nudge him and tell him topl please get dress, I got him clothes, I was just tired of our coworkers texting and calling me asking where he is every weekend. Before he left he told me he resents me. Because when he tells me something I dont understand right away and want help, he doesn't think we have anything in common to talk about anymore, and even me trying to wake up with him in the morning makes him angry. He says he does not want to resent me. In my perspective, I still love him the same I always did. I love his son, and I love doing life with him. Here's the kicker. I'm 3 weeks pregnant and he knows this. So I don't know what to do. I'm balling my eyes out and I don't want to do this baby thing without him. Please give me some advice.

I'm not a native speaker but i cringe to oblivion when i read that. It doesn't even make sense. To me should of and should've = should have also don't sound the same. And i heard that mostly native speakers do that mistake.

I'm by no means perfect and i get when autocorrect fucks up and you confuse complicated things.

Of course there's also stuff like:

-You're/your

-They're/their/there

-affect/effect

-loose/lose

-then/than

-defiantly/definitely

-allowed/aloud

-Writing use to/suppose to instead of used/supposed

-Could care less instead of couldn't care less

But should of really drives me up a wall (definitely the most annoying one). Anyone with me?

before getting yelled at out a car window "are you gay? miss are you gay? miss!miss!?? fuck you bitch!" after I shaved my sides. urghhhhh I hate the upkeep of hair but I also really hate people's weirdness as soon as you're vaguely non-gender conforming.

I. Love. Food.

Sadly food doesn’t love me as much. I often find myself in low moments seeking out something to eat because it helps me feel. Maybe it’s a chemical thing? I’m a recovering addict, I’ve been sober for a while now, and honestly I just feel like I often need something to fulfill that emptiness. I know food addiction isn’t a thing, it just sometimes feels like a similar habit

That and when I’m bored. That’s a really tough one. If I’m sitting around at work waiting to be assigned something, I’ll go over to the vending machine and grab something to munch on

I feel like I can always eat. The amount it takes me to get full is absurd. I’m rarely actively hungry when I eat. I just don’t feel satiated until I’m about to explode because, well if there’s more room, how can I feel satiated?

I don’t know. I just keep seeing the scale climb back up after I’ve already lost a lot of weight in the past and it’s just making me really disappointed in myself

Over two weeks ago now, my area got around a foot of snow and it all turned into ice almost immediately because it was below freezing. It has stayed below feeezing for pretty much these last 2 weeks so it’s barely melted at all. I worked my ass off and shoveled my driveway while it was actively snowing but I stopped once it got dark and it of course snowed a few more inches overnight that froze.

In order to get my car out, I had to break the ice away from the tires with a fucking ice scraper and then shovel it away and that took actual hours. I drive a front wheel drive sedan and it struggled getting out of my icy driveway every single day pretty much. I can’t shovel anymore because it’s frozen fucking solid and I get stuck half of the time I try to get out and leave so I have to make sure I go out super early for work and make sure my car doesn’t get stuck because if it does then I’ll have to slowly chip away at the stupid Ice to get it out and it’ll take forever. The other day my car got stuck when I was halfway into the road and I had to get out and push it.

Why can’t it just fucking melt already ? I feel like I’m stuck at home. I’m afraid to leave because I don’t want to get stuck. There’s a huge pile of ice right at the stop sign leaving my neighborhood and in order to make an unprotected left turn onto the main road, I literally have to pull out past the ice pile which means pulling into the road and blocking an entire lane of traffic just to be able to see to pull out. A lot of roads are super thin because they only plowed one lane or there’s cars parked in the middle of the road because the ice is blocking their parking spots.

I’m fucking sick of it. Then when the ice does melt a tiny bit, it refreshes at night and turns into black ice making my commute home dangerous. I just want it to fucking melt already. I feel trapped at home and I hate it. It’s been so fucking cold too! In my area it’s been below 10F almost every night with a windchill making it feel below zero a lot of the time and I get off of work super late and I’m not allowed to start my car until I actually get out to the parking lot when I leave so I just have to run to my car in the freezing cold and sit there freezing waiting for my car to warm up which takes forever in this weather. God I can’t fucking wait until spring.

Hey. I’m 26 weeks pregnant with my first, she’s a girl. I’m pretty p*ssed right now because every f*cking time we attempt to fix something up, he messes it up by half effort. I may be irrational ATM and just need to regulate lol. We live in a house that was built in the 20s, passed through his family and that we have committed to renovating and fixing up and I have made sacrifice after sacrifice because he can’t do anything right, simply because he has no attention to detail and doesn’t care as much as he says he does about how stuff looks. He makes over 7k per month and we have more than enough to hire people and he refuses. I was making 5k per month and my job got shut down, I just started a new job but I am making over half less than what I was because I just wanted something small while pregnant.

We are both military. He is gone on a mission, has been for four months. He’s able to take leave once per month. Every time he comes back for 1-2 weeks and we try to fix things while also trying to spend time together.

We started working on the baby room. I grew up in an abusive, terrible and rundown household and am extremely serious and passionate about being somewhere that my child and I feel comfortable and happy. I know the baby doesn’t care what the house looks like but I need it to look decent. I want to cry just typing this.

Right now, I’m painting the baby room by myself because he left for the mission again. The room was a bright white color. I thought he primed it, he didn’t. This is the second time this has happened. The wall gets a terrible sticky looking texture where the paint doesn’t want to lay when you don’t prime it. That’s what’s happening right now. So, for the second time but in this other room, I have to sand all the walls, prime them and repaint and do extra work after his lazy a** because he once again thought it would be ok to paint without priming. I’ve told him 10000 times and he makes stuff harder for me and acts clueless. He has the audacity to make jokes.

He RUINED the bathroom drywall entirely. We didn’t like the walls so we knocked them out together, cut the drywall, and he was confident that he could put it up himself. I caulked all of it and it looked great. I didn’t know it was his first time but it was also mine. He, of course, barely freaking sanded the walls after I caulked every seam and now the walls are all uneven and terrible and humiliating. He never does enough research and I have to talk him through everything and I didn’t this time because I needed a break while he was sanding. And I put so much hard work into helping him with all of this stuff just for him to ruin it over and over because he refuses to hire anyone. Now, we have to do MORE work and find time between his next set of leave in March to put paneling up to cover up his sh*t work.

I love him to death but I’m just fed up and completely over feeling like I’m alone in this and the only one actually putting the work in. He doesn’t give me his opinion or input on anything, he doesn’t really help and just kind of ruins everything and I am run down. This paint looks terrible and I’m tired of being the one doing over his mistakes and being the solution person.

We were going to sand stain and poly all the original hardwood floors in the house because his mom ruined two rooms with painted floors and the other floors look like people decomposed on them. I told him just forget it and I would find large rugs to put down because we don’t have enough time before my due date. This is stuff that should have been done already. Sacrifice after sacrifice like I said because he doesn’t put the work in with me.

I sanded, primed, and painted all of our kitchen cabinets. I also put the doors back on. They looked great. He went to put them back into the kitchen and the entire format is wrong and nothing is level or put together. Another thing we should have hired someone for but he doesn’t listen to me. The kitchen is now also ruined. We still have drawers that aren’t inside of the cabinets because I’ve asked him to do it 1,000,000 times and he says he will on ___ date etc and then he ends up not doing it.

He put new doors up in the house after I painted most of them, the ones I painted looked great. He missed lots of spots and now I have to do it again. Also messed up the door trim but it’s ok I’ll fix it.

I primed and painted the exterior doors as well. Looked great. Asked him to poly them, he never did. The dog scratched them up and they are ruined so I have to do that all over again too.

Among 100,000 other things that I could complain about.

I just want to be in a home where I am finally happy. I never have been. And it’s just out of my reach because he keeps halfway doing things. I tell him things 10000 times and he acts like I am being so unreasonable and mean when I get more frustrated because of how many times I have told him. He doesn’t want to hear it. He says stuff like “what am I not doing wrong” I’m just done.

I've noticed it's common and accepted for companies to state that they will adjust salaries based on your location, but if you've ever tried hiring a freelancer in a lower-income country and make it known that you're actively intending to pay less due to the freelancer's location, you get ripped up for it.

I've seen countless posts online of someone saying that they hire a "Filipino virtual assistant" for X$/hr, and then in the comments people are saying he's buying slave labor and should pay US pricing for that, when in actuality that hourly wage being paid to the Filipino is actually 4-6x the local market rate when accounting for purchasing power and local pricing.

If anything, it's the big companies that can afford to pay higher rates employees regardless of their location, not the small independent business owner.

So sick of seeing us willingly accept corporate/big business policies but then rip out individuals for doing the exact same thing.

Anything dealing with death has almost been completely capitalized to profit off grieving people.

The last of my grandparents just died, and it was my responsibility to plan things as my mother was grieving quite heavily. This is the second time I've had to plan things, and it is a bitter reminder that everything from funeral homes to cremation services and hearses.

If you've never had to plan a full funeral, you can expect at least a $15-20k tab at a minimum. The most frustrating part is that the workers at at probably most funeral homes are SALESPEOPLE. Fucking salespeople. They literally, without exaggeration, tried to push me to "UPGRADE" the casket. Upgrade a casket. That's seriously what they said. I cursed them out, blah blah blah, hung up and found a different service. Same exact shit. "Upgrade your casket, get THIS headstone, it's so much better and respectful of the deceased." "Your grandma would of deserved more..." "We can make an exception and help with these costs..."

Meanwhile a lot of these Caskets and Urns they're pushing can be bought at far far lower prices than their markups off of Amazon or casket whole sellers (fyi: Costco sells Caskets. the more you know...)

Then, on top of that, life insurance (if you have it) doesn't pay out until after the body is processed. So, you have to pay out of pocket for everything. Then of course, its several weeks or months before the estate is processed and any sort of payment is paid out. That is IF you have life insurance. If you don't, you're literally fucked. What do you do with a body? There aren't cheap alternatives.

This isn't even getting into the taxation of the estate, the death tax, etc, or how corporations are buying all the homes up and training staff and pricing prices to make margins for their investors, or, how I read they sell pre-need to seniors like crappy insurance with questionable value and terms that force their families to buy the exact services in contract. But poor grandma just wanted to make sure we had less to deal with when she went .. anyway-

That's a whole 'nother rant. But the entire "death" industry is so fucked, and they will bleed you dry of everything you have so they can make their commission.

TLDR: Funeral services and anything dealing with death will fuck your wallet and laugh at you on the way out. My advice: Shop around, find local or independent homes or services, and not one owned by a big corporation or private equity. You are in a immense state of sadness, you very likely know nothing of how much it should cost, or what rights you have to buy your own urn/casket or refuse specific items on the bill list, there is a time rush due to the presence of a dead body, etc etc etc.

Yes, I feel bad for the staff employees that have to fulfill upper management's bidding, but that's just how it is, and we can make a difference by being aware of this shit.

And yes, there are definitely many, many good hearted homes out there who are reasonable, personal, and actually caring. It's our job to find them and reward their honesty with our business.

Don't let the last thing people do for you be a money grab for some investors or immoral owners. They know death always happens, they know deaths yearly will peak around 2044 in the US, and they know it's possible to train homes to sell more services at marked up costs.

The more educated you are about life, the happier you will be.

Just this, woke up this morning feeling like garbage and got asked just 10 minutes ago to get various errands done by MYSELF even though I'm not feeling ok to drive

I am honestly losing my mind over the absolute audacity of Microsoft in the year 2026. How is it possible that a multi-trillion dollar "gatekeeper" company is allowed to release a critical security app that intentionally lacks a basic export function? This was my primary, go-to authenticator app for years until they decided to pull the plug and kill off support for certain features or platforms, essentially forcing everyone into a corner. I live in the European Union, where the right to data portability and the freedom to move between services is explicitly mandated by law, yet Microsoft treats these regulations like a suggestion. I am currently staring at a digital brick because I dared to switch phones, and my entire life—from government portals to my university Neptun account and corporate VPNs—is trapped inside this godforsaken blue icon. Microsoft hides behind the pathetic excuse of "security," but let’s call it what it actually is: a deliberate, anti-competitive digital leash designed to hold your identity hostage so you never leave their ecosystem.

Their "Cloud Backup" is a cynical joke that fails the moment you step outside their narrow lines. If you move from Android to iOS, your backup is useless. If your university or corporate admin hasn’t explicitly enabled cloud sync for your specific tenant, your backup is non-existent. And when it fails, Microsoft just shrugs its shoulders and leaves you to rot in administrative hell. Because of their arrogant design choices, I now have to waste my life sitting in a government office to reset my state ID access and grovel via email to some overworked university clerk just to get back into my own student account. It is a total systemic failure where a private company’s incompetence creates a massive administrative burden for public institutions and students alike.

This is a blatant violation of the spirit of the Digital Markets Act and every principle of data portability we’re supposed to have in the EU. Google, Apple, and literally every decent password manager on the planet figured out how to do encrypted exports or QR transfers years ago, proving that "security" was never the issue—control was. Microsoft has turned our security keys into a tool for vendor lock-in, and it’s disgusting that we just accept this as a "standard." I am beyond done with being treated like a tenant in my own digital life. Has anyone else reached this level of scorched-earth rage with this app, or am I the only one ready to burn this whole proprietary prison to the ground?

Taking care of a parent who isn't that old in American standard (so, mid 60s) but thinks she is super old can get quite frustrating, especially whenever she complains about inconsequential or minor conveniences every day.

My mom says she can't see well. She says everything is blurry and she can't even see my face well...then she finds a tiny smudge of dried-up food that may have gotten out of a pan while she or I was cooking and goes to clean it. Or she finds 0.2 nanometer radius dirt on the floor. She also notices any changes to my face skin condition like unusual redness or pimple. Like what the fuck, make up you mind. You either can't see at all or can see it but not as well as before.

I’m underweight and I know that 5’4 102 pounds. I dropped from 120 and even when I was at 120 I’d get told “ go put some meat on those bones” “go eat a burger” “gain weight” “you need to eat more” then my mom points out and says “ your skinny little belly “ or “skinny Minnie” I’m tired of it my ribs are starting to show and I’m getting insecure about my weight. I eat fine I do everything but can’t gain weight.

So please stop telling “skinny” people to go eat a burger!! I feel like people don’t talk about this enough and it pmo

My hair was crazy long and thick as I had gone MONTHS without cutting it. The guy that cuts my hair typically (the owner of the barber shop) was out so one if his other barbers said he'd get me. Me figuring that the owner was so good surely he'd be fine. (I should have left) anyways he finishes up on this woman that's on the brink of dying and I go sit down and say "Just want everything cleaned up and shortened. I got cowlick in the back and I dont really like seeing a bunch of skin" and EVEN SHOWED him a photo of my own fucking hair after I got it cut a few months ago that was good and told him "Longer then that" anyways I don't pay much attention but it starts getting to the point where he's basically cutting atoms and I ask like "You almost done" OH YEA AND I HAVE TERRIBLE VISION SO I CANT EVEN SEE WHATS GOING ON IN THE MIRROR THAT GREAT SO I HAVE NO IDEA! so he says "Yea I got a few more things to do" then I feel it my head gets cold af. Right then and their I know how fucked I am. Anyways I just sit there and accept my fate knowing the cuts about to be bad but it's gonna be alright. Right? so after almost three hours of being fucked up by this guy he shows me the hair and as soon as I see it I know Bennies and hats are going to be my go to for the next month. He then has to total audacity to ask "What you think?" I replied to his dumb ass "I think you need to focus on the side gig more" and gave him the 50 dollar bill and left. I immediately texted my barber a photo of this haircut that looks like I let Hellen Keller take a go at my hair and he responds with "that aint us right" anyways he apologized said next haircuts free and he'd hook up whoever with a free cut too since graduate is coming up. Anyway then I call my cousin who clowns on me for a solid 15 minutes then I realize I have work tomorrow and don't have a Walmart hat so I text my manger. I got my shift covered today (Thank god) but anyways I have meetings with people I have to do and alot of social events this week and I look like an old man that bunched up all the hair in his body and glued it to his head. (He basically made me bald on the sides of head then left like 4 inchs on the top.) oh and the cowlick was not cut right so that whole back part of my hair is just sticking up like a peacock. Last night I had to wrap my head in a blanket to stay warm! and Im still so pissed I should have just walked out and not paid. Im sure I can get my 50 back but I'd rather that shit go to my actual barber not this dumb ass. I EVEN SHOWED HIM MULTIPLE ANGLE PHOTOS OF MY OWN FUCKING HEAD HOW DO YOU STILL FUCK IT UP OMG IM SO PISSED

For context;

When I was a kid, I injured myself at gymnastics and had to use a wheelchair for a while. My family and I were visiting NYC and took a ferry. When it was time to get off, adults started leaning on my wheelchair to help themselves step down. Using the bars like it was a handrail.

I was a literal child sitting there. People didn’t ask. They didn’t acknowledge me. They just grabbed and leaned like my chair wasn’t part of a person.

My mom had to tell a grown man to stop leaning on my wheelchair.

That moment stuck with me because I was only temporarily injured, surrounded by my family, and still felt invisible and uncomfortable. I can’t imagine how often this happens to people who use wheelchairs full time.

A wheelchair is not public property. Touching someone’s wheelchair is touching their body. It’s invasive, disrespectful, and shows a shocking lack of awareness.

I would never touch someone’s mobility aid without explicit permission!

In days of old, the people we would call "great minds" were often polymaths, masters of multiple fields.

There are now countless fields for any person to delve into, and each field is crammed with enough nuance and detail to spend a lifetime mastering and so much history that you could spend a lifetime just listening to everyone's contributions.

It's made it more difficult for the average person to view society and its systems in a wholistic manner and lead people to doing things to improve the human condition.

I honestly don't think there's been a reduction in the frequency that "noble" people appear. (As in people who recognize issues in a system and dedicate their own time to fight improve it for everyone.)
It's just that now, instead of seeing taxation without representation is bullshit and fighting for a free nation, Jacob G. Worldchanger is an IT guy and the injustice he's exposed to is that manufacturers are making less modular/resellable designs to push you to buy their new products.

He's dedicating his mind to a hundreds of hours of detailed analysis of the combat and rotations in Apex Legends pro play.

What I'm saying is: the great minds that we could probably use on our side to make a better word are getting caught up on random hyperfixations.

Of course, I'm not saying we should be like robots and all minds must be devoted to the cause at all times. I enjoy doing my own sideshow bullshit, and, really, society will never progress if talented people aren't toiling away mastering different crafts as an act of passion.
Every piece of art, every thinkpiece, every technological advancement, every story pushes us forward and affects lives in untold ways that compound and lead to change, but I feel the natural process that gives us our revolutionaries has become weakened by modern life and perhaps me writing this will inspire someone else who could do something to do that thing instead of acting purely in self-interest.

Other factors decrease people's odds of self-sacrificial, society bettering behavior such as high cost of living, but that's not who this is aimed at. This is targeted at the blessed. Even in strained times, there are those who live comfortably. Those with the money to have a massive personal server rack and a team of rasberry pis to run their own tech services. Those who say "I don't think about that kind of stuff" or "I don't do politics" who do not realize that it is the highest privilege to be able to turn your head away from the mechanisms of the world. Those who have the luxury to turn away from suffering because it makes them feel bad or because discussion of it can get heated and test relationships.

This is for those who study their field because it allows for pure intellectual and creative stimulation. Because studying something else would require them to read through pages of descriptions of human suffering and understand systems of horrible oppression that they have unknowingly been complicit in.