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social class is not determined by amount of money, but by whether or not you own the means of production used by other people.
a poor landlord is still a landlord, and thus, is still bourgeois, because they own the private property that people might be lucky enough to live in.
a rich actor, a rich twitch streamer, a rich youtuber (obv with exceptions, like the pieces of shit that are illuminaughtii, dhar mann, etc..) is still a member of the proletariat, just a more fortunate one.
to say that to be rich, or well off, is to immediately become a part of the capitalist class, is falling into the trope of the “communist” poverty cult.
if these rich actors and other various entertainers were really automatically members of the capitalist class, why have we seen so many of them show solidarity with striking writers and actors ?
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You don't have a male or female brain – the more brains scientists study, the weaker the evidence for sex differences rb to make a biological essentialist mad <3
“This collapse is a telltale sign of a problem known as publication bias. Small, early studies which found a significant sex difference were likelier to get published than research finding no male-female brain difference.”
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Got an interesting take on eldritch horror for all you writers out there. It’s a bit of a roundabout schlep to reach the actual idea, but writers tend to be readers so I hold you’ll stick with me til we get there.
So, consider a 2D creature. Little flat dude, living on the ground. No concept of “up” or “down.” He’s 2D, he just doesn’t parse the concepts and can’t perceive them anyways.
He sees you. What he actually sees is just the 2D cross section of you where you intersect with his 2D world, which is probably your footprints. So, as far as he can tell, you are a pair of footprints that are…. apparently one being? He doesn’t get how it works exactly, but it’s not too far out there, so he just kind of accepts that, yes, humans are The Two That Are One. Spooky. They always seem to use the singular to refer to the pair of themselves, and only differentiate between themselves as Left or Right. But other paired instances of The Two That Are One are, in fact, separate entities. So they’re only in sets of two, unless accompanied by a companion called “Cane,” which they are sometimes, or even a pair of companions called “Crutches.” When Crutches are present, sometimes one of The Two That Are One will be missing entirely. It’s a little confusing.
But wait, what now? They disappear and reappear in sequence, teleporting in turns. He never sees them just move like a 2D being, always the stop-start teleporting. Apparently this strange power is called “walking,” and its accomplished by The Two That Are One moving through an unseen dimension called “Up,” through a process called “lifting” themselves and re-entering the real world farther away in the direction they wanted to go. He can accept the idea of unseen dimensions, and he vaguely gets the idea that one of The Two That Are One must remain anchored in the real world to prevent something called “falling,” which is some kind of uncontrolled movement through the unperceivable dimension of “Down.” Which is the same dimension as “Up,” but…… backwards? Reversed? He’s not really clear, but “Falling Down” is presumably bad, so The Two That Are One keep one of themselves here in the real world to prevent it.
Except if they do something called “jumping.” Which consists of gathering up their power to hurl themselves through the Up dimension together to reappear together somewhere else in the real world. He isn’t sure why they Walk instead of Jump, since it seems better to take both of The Two That Are One together at the same time, but okay.
Okay, what the hell, they can Walk through impenetrable barriers like the great wall of Sidewalk Chalk? How do they go through that? What? They went “Over?” The hell is “Over?” Like ‘around’ but through the unseen dimension of Up? But they couldn’t Walk through the barrier of Wall. Why could they go “Over” Sidewalk Chalk but not Wall?
And they can’t go between the four small obstacles of Refrigerator Feet. The area between them is safe from The Two That Are One, for the four Refrigerator Feet are connected to each other in the strange and eldritch dimension of Up. The barriers are too powerful to be moved by The Two That Are One, and it (they?) cannot enter the real world where it is blocked by such powerful forces.
Got all that?
Okay, now consider a 4 dimensional elder god and how we 3D entities would perceive them.
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did you know? there is a type of metal chariot, powered by the bone-ichor of ancient dragons, that you can use to access—and quickly traverse—a labyrinthine realm of desolate, pitch-black stone known to scientists as “the american highway system”
ALTImage one: A sketch of a cartoon cat saying “you mean the fucking car?”
Image two: A comment by @snidbert saying “fossil fuels don’t come from dinosaurs, they come from plankton and algae.” A second comment by @flowersforroadkill replies “plankton is tiny dragons”
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aren’t gorillas gentle giants or something. i stay out of his way, he doesn’t maul me, we have a nice time picking out clothes together in opposite sides of the mall
Male gorillas are super aggressive and territorial. Also they interpret nearly every human mannerism as a sign of aggression or a challenge. Smiling and eye contact are both things that zookeepers have to be taught to suppress when they’re in the vicinity of gorillas.
Well unless the mall is his native territory I think I’m fine, I wasn’t planning on smiling at him
This is all irrelevant because the obvious answer is five black mambas. I mean, that’s not actually very many snakes, and malls are fucking huge. And unlike a gorilla you can definitely outrun a snake if it does show up. Find an open space in the mall where you can see any snake coming and just hangout out there. Fucking easy.
Misguided! I would much rather have a mallmate I can easily see and hear coming. I’m confident I can stay out of the gorilla’s way, but if I step on a snake or one otherwise gets the jump on me, it’s all over.
It’s not just about the physical danger either, it’s about my mental health. One gorilla, unless he’s actively mad at me, I just keep a healthy distance between us and make sure I never get trapped. With the snakes, it requires a lot more constant vigilance
They should substitute “chimpanzee” for “gorilla” in this hypothetical.
if it was a chimp i’m taking the fucking snakes
Black mambas have a reputation build on being very venomous and very fast. I’m not sure why you would think you could outrun one (or five) in an enclosed space like a mall.
Malls usually have pretty slick floors, and escalators. I’d choose the gorilla simply because I think that would make an more interesting story (and a better-selling autobiography, I Survived the Mall Gorilla) but I think I’d stand a pretty good chance at avoiding the mamba. They’re fast and aggressive and will chase you but unless we started immediately beside each other I think my sneakers would have the terrain advantage over scutes.
this is too good to leave hidden in the replies
fucking enamored with the implication that this gorilla is fully intelligent but is trying to manufacture plausible deniability like the movie barnyard
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why are straight white guys so obsessed with world war 2
like i’ll talk about my interest in history and i’ll have guys be like “yeah i’m a history buff too i love world war 1 and 2″ like cool i was talking about ancient history. like the conversation was literally about ancient egypt.
my fave thing is replying “oh, cool. i just can’t get into it. i like everyday life and religion and art. personally, i find war boring.” and let me tell you it’s a journey to watch them try and understand that killing thousands of people indiscriminately doesn’t hold my attention.
yup it’s always the “oh you’re just not into history” and the response of “yes i am im just into ancient history” and you’re ready to throw 38 greek myths at them just to shut them up about the kinds of bombers the britsh were using in the second world war
except like. they really dont give a single fuck about wwi/ii. they care about the weapons and machinery. do they care about the events and the people? do they care about why wars were actually important? in my experience, very, very rarely.
I think that gets to heart of it: they’re not history buffs in any real sense. What they are is war fanboys. They collect and curate technical information about wars just like any other fanboy collects and curates technical information about the subject of their fandom. It’s basically not real to them; knowing what exact metal the buttons of SS uniforms were made of is of no greater significance to them than knowing the exact height of the captain’s chair on the starship Enterprise - it’s just another shiny technical fact for their collection.
It’s incredibly annoying because WW1 and WW2 are actually really interesting in terms of how politics changed and the like but all people want to talk about is the fighting. :/
This comic from The Nib is a great analysis of how the cultural obsession with World War II and “the greatest generation” has completely skewed our view of its history and totally fucked us up.
^ definitely definitely read this, especially if you were too young to remember the immediate post-9/11 times.
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This did not go where I expected from the first tweet and now I am laughing so hard I am crying.
this reply in the comments tho
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