Or, oooooor, oRrR....we could start putting some of that tax money into places that are less densely populated, build them up a bit, and encourage all the people crammed into the teeny-tiny major cities to move OUTWARD, where they can establish more green space, pedestrian-only areas, and healthier living spaces. You know, get more jobs outside of cities, give lower-income people actual options to get to places with lower living expenses. Spread people out in general, stop confining so many people into one place for lack of opportunity anywhere else. It's a little harder to go careening down a street murdering people with a car when there are fewer people on it and it's more spaced out.

That's what they want you to think. Mark my words, these are Medusa's handiwork.

You know, there really are weirdos out there who literally do pay to be treated like this. I've seen things about it on TV and read articles about it...I don't even have words for how weird it is.

I think social media does a service. Before, you couldn't tell who the idiots were without meeting them and talking to them for a while. Now you can just browse a Facebook feed and be like "Yup, he's a fucking Nazi." The ones it gives a platform already had a platform; they started out having meetings then upgraded to printing pamphlets then moved to broadcast radio, then became respected talking heads on cable TV long before social media showed up. Social media is interactive though. Used to be I had to write a letter to a personality's PO Box to call them a fuckstick, now I can just leave a comment.

If you live there, household chores are half your job. You both cook, you both clean, you both fix things when they break, you both do shopping, you both take care of the kids/pets if there are any. Unless you've made a deal that one of you is the house-spouse, you're a damn grown up, figure out how the stove works.

But don't share them with anyone else, and delete your copies once you have your victory.

Oh, pay your damn fine and buy a seatbelt extender, freaking drama queen.

At least these are NICE uniforms. US schools are like "Here's some khaki shorts that don't look good on anybody, and everybody has to wear a yellow shirt. Also, the shirt has to be tucked in and you need a belt. And knee-high socks. Fuck you."

Yeah, a lot of us who do that have resting bitch face. It's pretty much the only "I'm acknowledging your presence but don't intend to speak to you if I can help it" face we can manage without looking like a serial killer contemplating peeling off your skin. Sorry about that.

Sorry, but this guy just sounds creepy. Like he's talking about his teen daughter and not another adult. Doesn't matter what she SAID happened, you have her pay for the damage and end of story. If I wear heels and have a fender bender, I pay for the damage and I learn my own lesson. Cut up anything I own in retribution and see how fast we're in court because I set all your electronics on fire. I mean, fair is fair.

Even our dark power reserves need recharging.

Adipose, is that you?

I just saw the article on this. It was a trick question a teacher put into a worksheet to see if her kids were paying attention.

Or who she feels good chemistry with, or has romantic feelings for, or is attracted to on multiple levels. Sorry, "but I'm nice and want a chance" doesn't fly if a person doesn't feel drawn to you. Lots of people, male and female, feel like they 'deserve' a shot at somebody, but what it comes down to is that the person you're after is the one who makes that choice for themselves. You may just not be an option, time to move on.

Tip: there's a 99% chance the girl you think is pretty wants you to leave her alone. Women smile in greeting mostly out of politeness and to acknowledge your existence, not as an invitation. Unless you see her giving you a second look, you're bothering her. Believe me, if she's interested you'll get more than a smile. If you're not in a club and you don't get more than a single acknowledgement, leave her be and let her get her shit done in peace.

At least the man understands what he's gotta do.