Sorry long one. I just need some perspective.
Hi. I am a sahm of 2 pregnant with 3rd baby. Living with husbands family who speak Spanish( I'm not fluent, and better at speaking than understanding Spanish), who love using Spanish as a way to exclude me from the conversation. Have a household of 10, sometimes 11 people. My husband and his mom were paying the bills, while his middle brother went to school(with the deal being if he goes into school from high school husband will support him until he graduated). His dad is retired. Even though younger brother wasn't going to school( which was said to mean he has to start paying bills), his younger brother( older than 20 yo) was allowed to bring in his girlfriend and not pay anything. Once the middle brother graduated school he started paying bills, while the younger brother and his now fiance got pregnant and he decided to quit his job without another job ready. The fiance and YB constantly complained about how much they were paying for groceries to the house, where everyone in the house was paying the same towards groceries every month. In secret his fiance has said they are thinking of moving in with a friend so they can have more space. I have had many conversations with her and she wants things, but is not willing to assist in getting those things( e.g she wants us to get new washer and drier, she expects us to move to a new house so they can have more space), but currently the YB can barely pay for mortgage and she doesn't want to work. So, most likely my husband will once again be stiluck with the brunt of paying for things while they skate through life getting to do everything without working for it. Come to find out the YB is also expecting help while bashing the people who are helping him.
Most of these side conversations are happening while my husband is at work, and so I feel this need to defend him. Once again these conversations are happening in Spanish, so I can understand maybe half of what they are saying and try responding in what Spanish I know.
Currently, we are dealing with a younger sibling who is constantly changing his job and also has a fiance and a baby. His mom enables him constantly, and he constantly exaggerates or lies as to what people say to make things seem like he is was never told something or he is always not at fault.
So when he once again changed what he wants to do with his life, my husband said he will still pay his portion of the mortgage. The younger brother uses everyone's car to go to school and work, sometimes making people late to work. My husband has offered to teach him his manual car until he gets a car. MIL expects everyone to help him out, saying " the manual is too hard of a car to drive". When he has been using everyone's cars for years and my husband's car has been available for practice all that time.
On the side he complains that my husband never has any time to teach him, but my husband works and said" if he wants to learn HE needs to be the one to pursue learning". It's convenient,IMO, that YB is using this excuse now that my husband is no longer enabling him. I also have a car that is automatic, that I need available for use for me and my kids, I don't feel I should make this car available for use when I bought the car from a job I had and responsibly finished school with the goal of having a car for being a sahm and not need to rely on other people. Currently the car situation is the YB uses the middle brothers car for school and work. And the MB uses his mom's car during the day and then he mom goes to work after he come home for her shift is in the evening.
This morning the conversation was talking with MIL about how the MB got a new job where he can no longer come home in time for his mom to get to work on time. So, instead of saying to the YB he can no longer use MB car, the MB asked if he could use my car. I'm ok with an emergency use of my car, but not as a permanent solution to someone elses irresponsibility. My husband told MB " you have a car, you can borrow it until next week. After that YB needs to find a solution. He has been offered using the manual, he's had plenty of time to learn the manual".As I was having this conversation with MIL, YB walked down the stairs to again complain about my husband not having time to teach him. Which lead to MIL it's too hard to learn. Which I responded for how long has he had to practice. And she said when some one needs help you give them help, going towards him using my car. I responded with, for their whole life? And she responded, no just until he is finished with school. Which I responded while MB was in school, he also had a job, and he bought his car. I said how is it fair for MB to buy a car for MIL to tell him to let YB use his car. I think the responsibility is the YB get the car, and for everyone else to stop enabling him. During this conversation I am getting upset with my heartrate and my face turning red. I didn't expect the MIL to take the stance of just enabling YB to get whatever he want and my husband should just be okay with always be willing to pay for YB if he needs it. I don't want to have it that my husband is being bashed, so I try to defend him. Part of me just wants to never talk to them, If I stay out of it and just leave it to my husband then I can be oblivious to their enabling. My heart just hurts for my husband to never be able to rest and enjoy things because he has been forced to take care of his relatives. He is heading towards a heart attack or stroke at this point and I think that's the only way he will ever get rest and for YB to take responsibility.
it's not my fault he waits until the last minute to say he has no time to practice. I am also angry my husband has been paying bills for the house since he was in highschool, yet MIL expects everyone to allow YB to do things that cause other people to pay for his responsibilities( constantly quiting jobs, adding mouths to the house hold, using his MB car without any compensation).
Whenever I try to talk to my family, they say we just need to move out. Which doesn't help, when my husband doesn't want to leave his family drowning in payments. when YB doesn't help enough to make him confident his parents won't lose the house, he said he will still help pay mortgage.
What should I do?

As I head into my 30’s I’ve decided I need to start being prepared to accept a wrinkle or change in my face and body that inevitably will come with age.
I decided to google ‘how to still love myself as I age’ and I was shocked to find so many articles starting with stuff like ‘watching your looks fade can be a devastating blow to your identity’ and people missing the way they looked. I understand this is just a societal reality for women and that is the devastating part to me, it makes me so sad. Speaking to my friends about it has gotten me down too, I often come away feeling like my early to mid 30’s are gonna be the last time I have any beauty and worth in the world.
I get it’s a process to miss your whole self you’ve grown into but I’m the type of person who needs to feed on positivity and I think if I can just guide myself right and find some stuff people have written or spoken about where they are still confident and love their looks into their 50’s, 60’s etc. it’ll help me so much.

Can someone explain to me specifically why this was removed, and how I’d be able to edit it without defeating the purpose of the entire story?
It was removed for breach of the “CORROBORATION/PROOF” rule, though after reviewing those terms, I don’t believe that I’ve broken them.
“A dream, a nightmare, a hallucination, a vision, a bout of sleep paralysis, is drunk and/or high, was in a coma or otherwise an altered state”— none of these are the reason behind my main character’s paranormal experience, and I’ve given no indication whatsoever in the story to suggest that they are.
In fact, I’ve outright denied the idea that my main character imagined her experience about as much as I possibly could for a story with a first person perspective.
The main character says “it definitely happened. It’s not the kind of thing you can just imagine, and I’m sure now that it wasn’t a dream,” in the second paragraph— a sentiment which she consistently attests to throughout the story, and a sentiment which is never walked back on or brought into question by the narrator.
My narrator was in a sound state of mind at the moment of her encounter, and is practical and methodical in her investigation of what happened. Any implication that she has become mentally unwell occurs long after the inciting incident which the story is built around.
I would like to respectfully request that this story be reevaluated. In the short time that it was active on nosleep, it clearly connected with people. If it cannot stand as is, then I need someone to help me make it fit the guidelines without defeating the entire purpose of the story and betraying its themes.
The nosleep subreddit is filled to the brim with stories in which the narrator’s words are taken at face value. When a narrator in a different story says “I walked to the store,” it’s not like the author HAS to give tactile, irrefutable evidence that the narrator actually walked to the store. The audience simply accepts that the narrator walked to the store. This concept of innate credibility is the bedrock upon which my entire story is built.
I do not believe my work would benefit from being altered to fit these guidelines as rigidly as possible, nor do I think that is a fair standard to hold it to. In fact, if I were to change the contents of my story in such a way, the themes which set it apart from others like it would be lost.
In short, I do not understand why my story was deleted, I do not know how to alter it to fit the guidelines beyond any shadow of a doubt without destroying its central purpose, and I refuse to believe that nosleep is not the right place for this work. I implore you to reconsider my submission, or to at least work with me to find a solution which keeps the story’s themes intact.
Here is my story:
I got grabbed
Last night, when I was home alone, a hand reached out from under the couch and grabbed me.
Nobody was there to see it, and nobody that I’ve told believes me, but it definitely happened. It’s not the kind of thing you can just imagine, and I’m sure now that it wasn’t a dream.
I was watching TV when it happened. The remote fell under the couch and I started fishing around for it without really looking, not wanting to get up from my seat. I brushed it with the tips of my fingers and it slid further underneath.
I was super annoyed— I had to get down on my knees to reach it. I finally found the remote, and that’s when it grabbed me.
As I pulled the remote out into the light, a hand shot up from under the couch and wrapped its fingers around my wrist.
I was able to yank myself away quickly. It didn’t hold on tight— just enough that I felt a little resistance. I jumped to my feet, obviously terrified.
I didn’t scream or anything. I was honestly too scared to even make a sound. My heart was beating so fast that my ears started to ring. The TV was still going, commercials droning on while I tried to process what had just happened.
The hand had only come out about a foot from under the couch. It had an arm attached to it, though I wasn’t able to see past its elbow, and it slinked back below the couch as soon as I pulled myself free from its grasp.
It didn’t hurt, and it didn’t leave any sort of bruise or mark or anything on my wrist, but I definitely felt it, and I definitely saw it.
All I could do was stare at the spot where the hand had appeared. I stood there for what felt like an eternity, until I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps right outside my front door.
I live in a second-story apartment. It’s a pretty cramped place and a pretty old building, so whenever someone comes over I can usually hear footsteps from the moment they enter the building downstairs.
I guess I was so freaked out by the hand that I didn’t even notice someone was outside until they were already opening the door.
My roommate walked in on quite a scene. She immediately registered how off the vibe was. I could see it on her face.
She found me standing upright in the middle of our living room, TV remote in hand, facing away from the screen while Full House’s laugh track filled the air. I’m sure I’d think it was odd too.
“Hey…” she said, shifting a paper bag full of groceries in her arm while she pocketed her keys, “You good?”
I felt like I was caught with my pants down, but just seeing a familiar face brought some of the blood back to my fingers.
“N—yeah,” I stuttered. I came back online, and flicked the TV off.
I felt her eyes on me as she walked over to the kitchen. There’s no wall or anything dividing the two rooms. Like I said, the place is pretty cramped.
She started putting her groceries away as if everything was normal, but I could tell she wanted to ask what was up.
I kept looking back and forth between her and the couch. I can’t explain it, but I already knew that if I looked under there, I wouldn’t find any trace of whoever (or whatever) grabbed me.
As she started loading up the fridge, I dropped to my hands and knees once again. Without taking even a second to ready myself, I brought my head down to the ground and looked under the couch.
Nothing.
Pretty much what I expected. There was barely enough room for me to squeeze my arm under there for the remote. No way a whole person could fit beneath that thing, and even if they could, there’s no way I wouldn’t have seen them or heard them or something before they grabbed me.
“Seriously, what’s up?”
I looked up to see my roommate standing right behind me, arms crossed, clearly concerned.
I knew I was acting strange, and I knew that nothing I would come up with in the next five seconds could possibly excuse my behavior. I made a judgement call, honestly not really caring about how it would be received.
“I uh… something grabbed me earlier.”
“What?”
“Under the couch. I dropped the remote, and when I picked it up, a hand reached out from under the couch and grabbed me.”
Took her a second to respond.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“That’s it. A hand reached out and grabbed me by the wrist. It happened like a minute before you got here.”
That part might have been a lie. I actually have no idea how long I had been standing in the middle of the room before she showed up.
“Wait so like someone broke in?”
“No. It’s just like I said. A hand reached out, grabbed me, and then it was gone.”
She just kinda looked at me for a while. I don’t blame her, but it’s not like there was any way for me to sugarcoat it.
“Are you sure?”
“What do you mean ‘am I sure?’ Yes, yes I’m fucking sure!”
My voice broke a little when I said that. I was still down on my knees, like I was praying for her to believe me.
“Okay well obviously that didn’t happen Sam.”I let out a desperate laugh and threw my hands up in the air. I slapped them down on my thighs dramatically and shook my head in exasperation.
“Yeah obviously it sounds fucking crazy but you asked what happened and that’s what happened. I don’t know how else to describe it. I’m just being honest.”
I pulled myself up to my feet and walked around to the armrest of the couch. She kept studying me, probably thinking this was all a prank or something.
“What are you doing?” She asked, arms still glued across her chest.
“I’m checking under the couch.”
I pushed one end of the couch away from the wall. It was pretty heavy, and the coffee table stopped me from moving it too far. I dragged the coffee table towards the TV to free up some space.
My roommate started staring at the spot I was clearing as if she expected to see something there too.
I went back over to the armrest.
“Can you help me?”
She snapped out of her trance and silently went to grab the other side. We pulled the couch away from the wall, revealing a thick rectangle of dust that had not seen the light of day since we moved in a year ago.
I dropped to my knees once more and began wiping away the grime with my bare hands. There was nothing but the floorboards beneath it. No surprise.
I sat there for a second, eyes darting around the floor. No fingerprints in the dust, no scratches or marks or anything. I felt the tension in the room dissipate as my roommate found her voice again.
“I think you must have imagined it.”
I didn’t. There’s no way.
“Dude, no. I felt it and I saw it. Clear as day. It was a hand, and it grabbed me. That’s not the sort of thing you can just imagine.”
She scoffed, any fear left in her giving way to frustration.
“Whatever. This is fucking stupid. I’m going to bed.”
She stomped off towards her room.
“Wait.”
She spun on her heels as I stood up, probably expecting me to tell her I was joking about the whole thing.
“Can you help me flip the couch over?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Sure. But I’m not helping you put it back.”
She helped me lift the couch off of its legs and tilt it onto its front cushions, exposing the fabric underneath. She disappeared into her room and I went to work studying the underside of the sofa.
There was a zipper lining the bottom, but I found nothing inside when I opened it up. Just a hollow wooden frame and a bunch of crumbs.
I sat back against the wall, more tired than scared at that point.
I can’t believe she thinks I’m making this up. Why would I even do that? What purpose would it serve?
As I solemnly went about rebuilding our living room, I decided that the next day (today) I was gonna take off work, wait for her to leave, and really get to the bottom of this.
I didn’t sleep at all last night. Every nook and cranny of my room felt like a door left wide open, with something sinister waiting on the other side.
What if the hand comes back? What if it wants to hurt me next time? How can I even protect myself?
After like ten restless minutes in bed, I decided to move to the floor. I couldn’t help it. I kept imagining the hand reaching up from under the bed and grabbing me again.
I made a makeshift sleeping bag out of my comforter and some pillows, and I laid on my side so I could keep an eye on the underside of my bedframe while I slept. Maybe “slept” isn’t the right word. Even down there, I couldn’t bring myself to close my eyes for longer than a minute.
Eventually sunlight began to peek through the blinds, and I heard some movement within the apartment. My roommate was finally up. I heard the front door close, and it was time to get to work.
I nearly threw my back out yanking the couch away from the wall to reveal the floorboards underneath. They aren’t real floorboards, just the kind of cheap-o fake shit they put in crappy houses to make them look more modern. Our whole apartment is like that— a thin coat of paint slapped over an old building from the 40s or whatever.
My dad actually owns this building. He lets me and my roommate stay here as long as we pay him $500 a month, which is way cheaper than most places in my area.
It’s not really an apartment building to be honest. You can tell it used to be a family home before some realtor swooped in and broke it up into apartments. There are a lot of those around here.
Anyway, the fake wood came up easy. It was only about a quarter inch thick. I was able to pull up the first plank by hammering a kitchen knife into a slit between the boards, and then I peeled a few more away by hand.
After prying away about a dozen of these fake floorboards, I started to realize that I wasn’t going to find anything without making a significantly larger dent. Right beneath the thin layer of fake wood was a layer of very real, very thick wooden beams that seemed to span well beyond the hole I had managed to claw open.
My back crackled and popped as I sat back on my heels to admire my handiwork and contemplate where to go from there. I knew I would need a power saw or some kind of heavy duty tool to get any deeper, but I was afraid of two things:

1. That these beams were supporting the entire second floor of the building, and cutting through them would make the whole thing collapse
2. That going any deeper would lead me into the ceiling of the apartment below us, and whoever lives there would call my dad before I could see what I needed to see.

Regardless of the risks, I knew I had to keep going. I was certain that something was down there. Whatever grabbed me had to have left some sort of evidence.
I can’t stop thinking about that fucking hand.
I’m not supposed to have it, but my dad gave me a master key for the whole building in case of emergencies. He could really get in trouble if anyone found out, but if this isn’t an emergency then idk what is.
There’s a service shed around the back of the building, which has seen none of the love that the main building saw when it was renovated. Decades worth of rusty antiques and rotting furniture line the walls. A shiny, modern tool bench sits unnaturally in the middle of the chaos.
I rifled through all of that shit as fast as I could. I’m not really close with my dad all things considered, and I’m sure he’d be super pissed if he found me out there. He’s so secretive about random shit all the time, and he’s constantly dropping by the building unannounced.
I found the jigsaw under a pile of old newspapers and ran back upstairs.
I probably should have checked the driveway to see if anyone was home first, because the saw made so much noise. The cord barely reached from the outlet to the spot where the couch used to be, but as awkward as the angle was, I was still able to get it in there.
I went as small as possible with my first few cuts. I started with a single beam, cutting out a section about 6x6 inches wide. I slid the chunk of wood out, and, to my relief, didn’t immediately see the plaster that would be my downstairs neighbor’s ceiling.
A tuft of insulation stuck out where I made the hole. I didn’t know that stuff is made from fiberglass or whatever, and I got a really bad splinter when I went to yank it out.
I fished some leather gloves out of my roommate’s closet and got to work on the insulation. I pulled and pulled but couldn’t get a good enough grip to remove anything more than a few bits about the size of a tennis ball.
I went back in with the jigsaw, cutting bigger and bigger chunks until I had cleared a hole about two feet in diameter.
No sign that I was gonna bring the building down, that’s good.
I hacked away for hours. More wood came up, more insulation came up, and when I finally hit a fragile-looking layer of drywall, I knew the jig was up. That’s definitely my neighbor’s ceiling. Fuck.
My roommate and I got in a screaming match when she got home. I made a pretty big mess but I don’t really give a fuck honestly.
I don’t give a fuck if she believes me. I fucking hate that bitch. I told her if she tells my dad what I’m doing, I’ll bash her brains in with the hammer. That shut her up. She left with a bag full of her clothes like an hour later.
Tomorrow I’m going to wait for our downstairs neighbor to leave and start investigating from the bottom-up. If there wasn’t any evidence on the floor up here, there HAS to be something on the ceiling down there.
If I do find something, I’ll post again. I doubt anyone will even believe me, but at this point I just want everything written down somewhere accessible in case something bad happens.
There has to be something down there. Something grabbed me. And I’m going to find out what it is.

Since I was twelve, I've known I was a gay man. I kept this secret until I was fourteen- and the label felt appropriate. Unfortunately, people bullied me for my sexuality for the rest of high school. I had a group of friends who I was close to, and they became my favourite people to be around. They helped me through the bullying- but it still caused me distress and lessened my mood. When I argued with my friend group, the argument was messy and caused me to become miserable. The bullying continued as I was left to think about my old friends, who were fine without me, in a constant state. I believed this was called limerence. These thoughts controlled my mind and left me miserable with headaches.
It's been almost a year since high school ended- and I'm still in that mindset. However, the summer after high school, I began getting obsessive thoughts about my gender identity. These came from the mention of gender or transgender topics- and even seeing someone of another gender. Other intrusive thoughts soon came, giving me headaches.
The thoughts went away for a few months when I started school again. I concluded that these thoughts were out of my will.
However, these thoughts have returned, gone away, and now they've returned. These thoughts encourage me to try feminine things and constantly cause me to question my gender. It's annoying because I'm still getting thoughts about my old friends over a year after the argument. My scratched or damaged possessions are also beginning to cause me distress- and I'll research the product online to see images of similar scratches to feel better.
I've heard OCD can occur from trauma- but I'm not sure if losing my old friends and homophobic bullying is enough to cause trauma. I do know these significantly impacted my mental health.
Another trigger comes from my lack of male friends. It's a disconnect when I'm the only male in a female group of ten.
When I imagine myself in the future, I usually picture myself as a man with my husband, son and dogs. This lifestyle would be impossible if I were a woman- and I can't explain it- but those thoughts feel more pleasant.
I've also begun to accept my appearance and acknowledge that I'm good-looking. I can look at myself in the mirror and be proud of my looks. It makes me feel better and more confident.
Does this sound like OCD or gender dysphoria?

England With the company 6 years. Given a promotion which is already effective in the system. I've been doing the job a year already just got my title and pay.
Wording at bottom of post in bold is in my contract sent to me after the change. I wasn't expecting a new contact just an addendum or whatever the correct term is. They did that in my last promotion.
I run a community group and social enterprises. I've done this the entire time I'm with my employer. I really don't care to share the details/hours as I don't keep track it's just part of life. I've asked HR for clarification which is now leading them into me declaring it in order to have a discussion as to if it needs declaring.
1 Is this loose wording really legally uphold able? Can they sack me for not declaring use of my skills/ where is the line. If I make jelwery as a hobby but randomly, sell it cause a friend wanted a pair can they sack me? I guess if I got a job in Tesco they could prove that more easily?
2 Does this mean I have to get permission to become a foster carer? As it feels wrong that they can make you ask their permission to and if not fire you for breach.
3 Thoughts on what may happen if I ask for it to be removed. As if I'm being shit at my job just do the usual performance issues route and if I'm still rubbish sack me?
4 They said they also need it for tax purposes but do they as it's not been a problem at all with my freelance stuff.
5 Any ahdoc advice and comments welcome.
You shall devote the whole of your time, attention, ability and skills to your employment with the Company and as such, you should not be engaged in any capacity, by any other party or undertaking whatsoever without the prior written consent of the Company. If such consent is given you must provide the Company with the number of hours worked for any other employer each week. Consent may be withdrawn should any secondary activity impact your ability to fulfill your role or raise concerns over health and wellbeing

Introduction

Pertaining to Taylor Swift, "Female Rage" has deviated from its intended meaning after Swift debuted a new performance of The Tortured Poets Department during the Eras Tour. Now, according to Swift's use of the phrase, female rage is interpreted as public backlash against Swift's dating choices rather than as a response to the broader injustices against women and women's rights. This post examines Taylor Swift's flawed feminism, philanthropy, branding, and the controversial trademark petition for the phrase "Female Rage: The Musical". Swift's background as an entertainer, indeterminate politics, and alignment with capitalism over feminism pervades her legacy, again threatening her public tolerance as not just an individual but as a brand.

Once Upon a Female Rage...

If you were cognizant in the early 2010's, you've heard countless jabs at Taylor Swift in the media. Magazines, radio, or online. Music critics did not take her seriously as a songwriter; parents put a woman on an unrealistic pedestal as the ideal role model for their children; she dated too much and used men as lyrical fodder. No matter the story, it inevitably spread, conjoined with everyone's respective opinions, and you'd be left to wonder, "Why does everyone hate this girl so much?"
Taylor's target demographic has always been young or adolescent girls, more so when Swift herself was one. She made music that spoke to the awkward misfit, cultivating a para-social relationship with fans on MySpace, then later twitter, Instagram, and YouTube, where Taylor posted relatable vlogs showcasing the life of a homegrown American girl. Taylor had a delayed public "growing up" and, compared to her female pop contemporaries, Swift never "gratuitously sexualized her image and seems pathologically averse to controversy" (and, apparently, never even had a sip of alcohol until she turned 21). She was more than happy to spin this narrative to allude to an inherent moral superiority above other women in the industry (Better Than Revenge, heard of it?), engaging in the very slut-shaming that she herself endured (the Madonna and Whore archetypes). The victim complex arose with the need to prove Taylor as a different type of pop girl. Based upon her holy and clean image, Swift had been dubbed "a feminist's nightmare", and that "[To Swift] other girls are obstacles; undeserving enemies who steal Taylor’s soulmates with their bewitching good looks and sexual availability." Feminism and Tennessee-Christian country values don't exactly mix, it seems.
Years later, Swift befriended Lena Dunham and thus experienced white feminism osmosis, where Dunham taught Swift that real feminists defend rapists, makes insensitive jokes about rape and abortion, and prioritize all-white casts. Swift then declared herself a feminist in 2014, saying,

"Becoming friends with Lena – without her preaching to me, but just seeing why she believes what she believes, why she says what she says, why she stands for what she stands for – has made me realize that I’ve been taking a feminist stance without actually saying so."

I suppose the male-centric songwriting subject that permeates Swift's discography contained covert feminism and that we just didn't see that. Perhaps, the "Bad Blood" song and music video were written only in jest and not about poor Katy Perry, for Swift, as a feminist, would "never make it a girl fight" or tear other women down (though all Katy did was date your terrible ex-boyfriend and allegedly steal three backup dancers from your tour). In 2013, Swift said, in response to Tina Fey and Amy Poehler's joke towards her serial dating, "There is a special place in hell for women who don't help other women."
There was that time in 2015 Taylor said that Nicki Minaj was "invited to any stage [she is] on" (as if Taylor expects to have access to every stage, award, and platform that Nicki might not otherwise have as a black female artist...yikes!) in response to Nicki's criticism of the white + thin VMA nominations. Later, Nicki responded with confusion, as Swift continued, "It’s unlike you to pit women against each other. Maybe one of the men took your slot..". Of course, this 'beef' was 'squashed' when Nicki performed with Taylor at the VMAs, with Nicki quite literally only having 38 seconds of stage time without Taylor. Maybe all that parading around with a legion of famous white women - similar to the way Taylor might've done with her numerous 1989-era handbags - was in fact a stance against gender inequality, and that this display of "girl power" should be enough to constitute Swift as a feminist icon.
Even while Swift says that Dunham informed her feminist outlook, she dances around the exact contents of those beliefs: "what she believes, what she says, what she stands for" is not exactly insightful towards what beliefs Swift might have inherited. Taylor never broaches women's rights topics such femicide, FGM, forced pregnancy & marriage, sex trafficking, women in slavery, women's financial and political oppression, women's educational rights, women's health, or women's autonomy, so we can assume she only gives a fuck about "girls supporting girls" (whatever that fucking means).
Despite some questionable (and sometimes vindictive) behavior, Taylor as a young woman did not deserve every media lashing that she received. We cannot deny that most headlines and criticisms perpetuated a misogynistic rhetoric which has plagued Swift for a majority of her career. Acknowledging events such as the development of her ED, her sexual assault trial, "Famous" lyric and MV depiction of Taylor, and the explicit Twitter deepfakes, for example, as both disgusting and unfortunate things that happened to a young woman in Hollywood does not negate the fact that Taylor is mostly a performative feminist.

Get Your Fucking Ass Up and Be a Philanthropist, It Seems Like Nobody Wants to Be a Philanthropist These Days

In 2013, Taylor Swift cut the ribbon at the grand opening of the Taylor Swift Education Center at the Country Music Hall of Fame in Nashville, Tennessee. The donation amount - $4 million - was the largest individual artist gift ever donated to the Country Music Hall of Fame, which is, of course, mentioned on Swift's website. The two-story facility features three classrooms, an instrument room, and an interactive children's exhibit gallery. Swift also performed at "All for the Hall" charity shows and has donated numerous artifacts from her career (such as notable guitars, tour costumes, etc) to the museum.
This was over 11 years ago, and it is still the only notable philanthropic contribution Taylor Swift has made.
For a woman of her net worth and stature, and a woman who recognizes the difficulties for women in film and music, you would think that Taylor Swift might establish a scholarship program for women to study the arts or something. Perhaps Swift might even consider becoming a member of organizations that support female artists, or one that supports LGBTQ+ causes (since she is now proudly an ally), yet she remains superficial with her graces. Broader philanthropy, such as donating relief aid to Palestinian women or women impacted by violence and discrimination will probably never receive any financial support from Miss Swift because then she'd be using her money towards philanthropies involving anyone but white entertainers.
She even says herself in Miss Americana, "My entire moral code as a kid and now is a need to be thought of as 'good'." Well, she's certainly thought of as good, though her actions say otherwise. She's more than happy to do a vaguely altruistic song and dance for a clip-worthy interview quote and mass appeasement, then fuck off to one of her mansions on a 20 minute private jet flight, rather than actually contribute to anything pertaining to the causes she has endorsed. Yet, far too many people continue to give a woman such as her their money, time, and energy, and she hoards these resources to herself.

I Like Some of the Taylor's Songs, But What the Fuck Does She Know About Feminism?

Swift continued with her self-proclaimed feminist campaign, positioning herself as a political activist and LGBTQ+ ally in the Miss Americana documentary. The primary focus of the documentary consists of the sexual assault trial, Andrea Swift's cancer diagnosis, Taylor's ED and body dysmorphia, media scrutiny, and, largely, finally speaking up about her politics publicly, mostly her opposition to the 2018 Tennessee Republican senate candidate, Marsha Blackburn, and Blackburn's beliefs. Swift says, following a scene discussing her experience during the trial,

"I just couldn't really stop thinking about it. And I just thought to myself, next time there is any opportunity to change anything, you had better know what you stand for and what you want to say."

We must ask ourselves, though: when has Swift ever spoken up to change anything? Okay, pulling her entire catalogue from Spotify because they didn't pay their artists enough and similarly pulling her catalogue from Apple Music are changes that she leveraged due to her revenue potential and power, but they are not pertinent to the average woman's rights. Moreover, these are issues that directly impacted Taylor's income, which was enough reason for her to protest in the first place. Swift has sold the most units for a female artist in first week sales, is the first female artist with 100k monthly Spotify listeners, is the first female artist to win the Album of the Year Grammy 4 times, and is the first female artist to do X, Y, and Z, all while being inoffensive and family-friendly to boot. The actual Taylor Swift seems unwilling to compromise the brand of Taylor Swift by contributing in meaningful ways to feminist causes, especially if it is for women outside of America and Hollywood.
The reason political anthems such as "The Man" and "Only the Young" of the Lover era feel disingenuous and corporate is because, well, it is. Taylor has taken every opportunity to advance her career or public image at the expense of other women. What is truly genuine to Taylor's outlook on other women is vying for male attention, taking down female competition, and vocalizing feminist injustices only if they directly impact her and her money. Some will argue that it's satisfactory for a woman with such a huge platform to even TALK about feminism, but that just isn't enough. It's even less impressive when you candidly look at the scope of her feminist lens: "If I was the man, then I'd be THE MAN", or "I really resent the ‘Be careful, buddy, she’s going to write a song about you’ angle, because it trivialises what I do", and, of course, "We all got crowns". Feminism, but only when it happens to me. It gets worse when you look at Taylor's track record of copying other famous women and removing other female artists as potential threats to her pop prowess.
It's good for PR to align yourself with certain blanket feminist and political beliefs, therefore good for branding, therefore good for ticketing and merchandise sales, therefore good for business. And Taylor Swift is a business.
She's not a feminist. Taylor Swift is a capitalist.

I Can't Pay Those Sweatshop Workers a Livable Wage or Benefits! How Else Would I Make My Billions?

Recently, Taylor's team filed to trademark the phrase "Female Rage: The Musical" after Taylor said during Paris N1 of the Eras Tour,

"So you were the first ones to see The Tortured Poets at the Eras Tour...or as I like to call it, 'Female Rage: The Musical'."

This trademark petition was filed last week on Saturday, and news comes about just as numerous unofficial fan-made merch designs have cropped up with this phrase plastered on Fruit of the Loom basics. I'm of the opinion Swift's team motioned for a trademark so that they can send out cease & desists to all those that make knockoff merch, which disrupts potential sales for Bravado, UMG's choice merchandising company; however, since it was filed earlier, perhaps Swift has bigger plans with the bizarre use of the gendered phrase. One Swiftie referred to the phrase "female rage" as "a funny Eras Tour joke". Could it be a possible fourth version of the Eras Tour Movie? Whatever the reason, the motion to capitalize off of such a concept is disgusting, but not unsurprising, for a woman that profits on her vain feminism.
Swift, through her company, TAS Rights Managements, has also trademarked over 200 phrases, including "1989", where she owns the property rights to this calendar year on keychains, phone cases, sunglasses, stationary, bags, beverage ware, clothing, entertainment services, your subconscious, and, of course, Christmas ornaments.
The vapid consumerism in Swiftie culture is, frankly, disgusting. Bravado's sustainability statement is non-existent, the quality control is abysmal, and the materials they use are horrible. The materials, such as acrylic and polyester, are made from petrochemicals. This means they are non-renewable, shed microplastics, and are quite toxic in production. The manufacturing process to make all of those lazy-rushed Eras Tour logo graphic tees is a huge blow to environmental well-being. Apparently, though, Swifties don't give a fuck. They sell out products in seconds and either have to face the manufactured scarcity or buy from a scalper that resells for 200% of the already ridiculous retail price. This doesn't include the environmental impact of vinyl records, CD, and cassette production, of which Taylor produces many variants that sell unsustainable amounts.
If we're talking about women's rights violations, why is no one acknowledging the women that work in the inhumane sweatshop conditions that have to pump out fugly t-shirts and hats? The millions of plastic microfiber dander they are inhaling, or the toxic dyes that touch their bare skin? Are they being compensated fairly for their skilled labour and are they in safe working environments? Do these women have minimal bargaining power, and do they have authority over their worker's rights? Is Taylor Swift female raging at their injustices? Does Taylor Swift ever feels bad that her wealth was built on the backs of women of color, disadvantaged by the demands of the global economy and garment industry? Do you think she ever says a little white feminist prayer for them before she goes to sleep at night?
What's even crazier is not that Taylor herself doesn't care, it's that Swifties don't care. There CANNOT BE ethical billionaires. You only make a billion dollars if you are exploiting other human beings for capital gain. Based on public perception of the possible "Female Rage: The Musical" trademark, it seems like Swifties are already asking for merch with this phrase. "If Taylor made it, I'd buy it." Oh, cool. So not only do you champion Miss Swift's avarice and billionaire status, but you also are unashamed to admit to your blind consumption of her music and merchandise, no matter where they might originate in production or sincerity. Just as Swift takes and takes and takes, Swifties' consumerism of Taylor Swift cannot be quelled.
The tortured artist's most vulnerable and sincere poetry...available now in 21 different versions!

I Am Tortured Poet, Hear Me Whinge

Look - even if Taylor's intention is to characterize TTPD as more "tortured" and "angry", the main thread of the album is "I was ghosted by my decade-long situationship with a controversial indie boy and my fucking stupid fans wrote a 'Speak Up Now' open letter prompting me to drop him" anger, which is adequately expressed in the lyrics and performances. The extent of Taylor's "female rage" on TTPD is on tracks such as "Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?", which contends with relentless media scrutiny; "But Daddy I Love Him", where Swift firmly states she'll date whoever she likes no matter how "Sarahs and Hannahs" may react; and "The Albatross", a track mythologizing her reputation and the consequences of dating her. Of course, these coincide with deep psychological wounds that formed during Swift's early years in the media, and so, from her feminist perspective, these subjects tackle the misogyny and double standards that she faced.
Yet Taylor Swift still has no grounds to be claiming that TTPD best exemplifies female rage and therefore she, in the context of this album, is female rage incarnate. As the daughter of a stock broker and mutual fund marketing executive, Taylor was born into wealth and allowed privileges like trips and subsequent relocation to Nashville all so that she might get a record deal. Her father even invested at least $120,000 into the then-fledgling label, Big Machine Records, which ensured Taylor's place with Borchetta after leaving her dead-end development deal with Sony. The fact that her parents were able to buy her a fucking brand new guitar for Christmas and pay for music lessons says so much about the financial security and safety of her childhood.
Money is privilege and protection, and despite Swift's experiences with misogyny and loser boyfriends, she does not know what female rage is.
Her rage is derived from her frustrations with her obsessive fans pulling the moral superiority card on Taylor in response to her rebound with Matty Healy. That's literally it. She's just pissed that the monster she created is no longer obediant, it's become a feral, sovereign entity that depletes the world of its natural resources and thinks it is more intelligent than it actually is because it's mommy has started to talk to it with big words. Apparently, 'illicit', 'elegy', 'nonchalant', and 'precocious' are considerably big words for the oafish monster, and I find it strange that this level of literacy is present in a group of fans that allegedly have GPAs of 3.5 or higher, but I digress.
Taylor Swift has never been one paycheck away from destitution. Taylor Swift has never experienced racial discrimination. She may have instances of gender discrimination, but she possesses the ideal white, blonde American beauty standard and therefore reaps the benefits of being a conventionally attractive woman. Taylor Swift has sufficient social capital. Taylor Swift is a billionaire woman prolonging her victimhood though she, as a woman, has mostly had control over her image and music (unlike her contemporaries). Taylor Swift is NOT entitled to be championed for her "female rage", nor should she be. Taylor Swift has never even been the struggling artist, for fuck's sake. I don't give a fuck if she's trying to fill the empty lunch tables of her past. Taylor Swift purporting herself, her unpolished album, and her lukewarm feminism as a musical bleeding with female rage is asinine.

Sigh Try and Come For My Job, Poors

Out there in the world right now is a 23-year-old woman, a recent college grad, who works as a barista. She has to wake up and get ready to go into a minimum wage job because she cannot get a job in her field. She doesn't have healthcare benefits or sick time, so she has to go into work no matter how she's feeling. All day long she is berated by vicious customers and creepy men, and, exhausted from being on her feet, she knows she has to go home to her shitty roommate that never does the dishes and her roommate's shitty dog. To comfort herself, she considers getting a treat, but thinks against it when she remembers that matcha lattes cost $15 and they taste like milky dirt. She knows that she needs to buy groceries this week, and so the woman resolves to go home, but notices that her gas tank is low. She goes to put gas in the car, but the pump stops at $27.86 because that's all that she has in her checking account. The woman, bereft and reeling, sinks into the driver's seat. "Well," she thinks, her head in her hands, "at least I don't have Taylor Swift's job. I just couldn't imagine."
Fame is somewhat of a choice. If at any moment Taylor feels that she is misunderstood, misconstrued, or overwhelmed by public opinion, she can LEAVE the public eye - Lord knows she has the retirement fund and residuals to do so. In "I Can Do It With a Broken Heart", the TTPD song about meeting the demands of your career-zenith mega-tour while in the relationship trenches, Taylor ends the song by rambling,

"You know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart...you know you're good...and I'm good, cause I'm miserable, and no one even knows!...try and come for my job."

Yeah, obviously we wouldn't know, you recently passed the billionaire threshold and are the most famous and in-demand performer in the world right now. Taylor Swift makes an estimated $10 to $13 million dollars A NIGHT on the Eras Tour. Furthermore, the Eras Tour movie grossed $261.6 million globally, (which, as the producer, Taylor takes home 57% of the ticket sales) not counting the streaming revenue from Amazon Prime Video and the estimated $75 million deal that Disney paid to have it on Disney+. We're not even considering the income from cheap plastic popcorn buckets and drink cups plastered with colored squares in her Era-specific likeness.
It's funny. Taylor Swift often said that being famous wasn't hard, that she "isn't complaining". I'm sure it is difficult to always have to present in a good mood, else you'll end up misrepresented in the media, and I'm sure it's invasive to virtually have no privacy or semblance of anonymity. Still, Taylor Swift shows up each night of tour and performs. For a majority of her career, she has penned her sad songs while on the road. Most of "Red", her breakup album, was written in the thick of the Speak Now World tour. Now, some Swifties say they almost "feel bad" for attending the Eras Tour with Swift's revelations in this song, that they have had a 'dimmed experience' upon hearing Taylor's misery whilst performing. Despite the fact that Taylor said that "this was the happiest she's ever been" at Gilette Stadium in May, the lyrics "boohoo, woe is me, smile for the cameras and make the fans happy!!!" are jarring for Eras attendees.
While Taylor Swift was making double-digit millions a night in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil and feeling miserable, Ana Clara Benevides Machado passed away due to heat exposure. The concert promoters, Time For Fun, are now the subject of a criminal investigation due to their lack of adequate hydration and safety. Taylor Swift cancelled the Sunday show that was to follow and offered VIP tent tickets to Benevides Marchado's family, which was a kind gesture, but perhaps incongruous to the incident of which they were offered as consolation. Everyone grieves differently, of course, but I'm not sure attending the very show at the very same venue that my daughter or sister passed away in two days prior, where the singer CONTINUED the show despite her death, would be healthy for closure.
There was no female rage at the show as Swift never saw Benevides Machado pass out. There was no female rage towards the disregard for fans as humans while Swift elected to proceed with her Brazil tour dates despite the country being in historic heatwaves (at risk of overheatting herself). If Taylor Swift was so shaken by touring with a broken heart or a fan's passing, she wouldn't have added an additional North American leg of Eras just two months after the Matty breakup. She's brokenhearted but willing to mend the cracks with your money and move onward with her worldwide female rage induced pillaging.
No matter what happens, even if you die at a Taylor Swift concert, Taylor collects a big fat check and flies away. She doesn't know you as anything other than a conversion rate or earning potential despite what her nearly 20-year long parasocial relationship with fans might otherwise indicate. She knows that, while some Swifties are without disposable income, they feel obligated to spend on a "48 Hours Only!" exclusive vinyl variant instead of necessities because they are so entrenched in Taylor Swift's intoxicating celebrity, they'll prioritize materialistic fandom before their needs. This is good enough for her because this means she can expand her real estate portfolio and finance her cat's lavish lifestyles. They're worth an estimated $100 million dollars. Her three cats could pool their net worth and solve world hunger.
While you and I might be denied bereavement leave and barely surviving the current political and economic climate, Taylor Swift has to, instead of gets to, perform for stadiums at full attendance for three nights in a row across the globe. You and I might be replaced by AI at our longtime jobs, but Taylor Swift is threatened with losing more and more money each time you listen to a "Stolen Version" of her songs. If we don't buy every variant of all of her albums, then who is going to pay for the fucking cats?
It is tone deaf to spend as she spends and lives as she lives in this economy, but this is her reality. She was able to donate $100,000 to all of her tour truck drivers, and that's wonderful, but it leads me to wonder about the ethos of the 2020s where one woman can hoard such life-changing amounts of money. Remember in 2014 when she gave a fan $90 ($120 in today's money) to get Chipotle because she had no fucking clue how much it cost? This is a 34-year-old woman who is increasingly out of touch with the reality for working class people and women in general. Normal everyday adults must wake up and go to their thankless jobs, and yet Taylor Swift, despite all her riches, incessantly references the lows of her life and career as a public figure and entertainer to farm sympathy and drive sales. And still, the corporate women have latched onto "I cry a lot, but I am so productive! It's an art!" as their cubicle battle cry.
Do you think that, from up in her private jet, Taylor Swift gazes at the world through her poetic, tortured eyes, and thinks, "All the little people, in their cars, walking, going about their lives...all those girls that don't support girls...do they know that I've made an album about female rage?"

Conclusion/TLDR

Thank you for reading. I would love to hear your critical insights towards this entire ordeal: TTPD, the trademark, the implications of it all.
TLDR: Taylor Swift is a bad feminist and is delusional to think that the TTPD eras set exemplifies female rage at women's injustice.

I'm having the need to get this off my chest, if it's an inappropriate post, please delete it :)
I'm 27F and the eldest of 4. I've had a baby a bit over 8m ago and since then I've been having so so many sad days, just thinking about my relationship with my mom.
I think she resents me and she somehow thinks I've ruined her life. She was young when she had me (but engaged to my father & they are still married). According to her, I was a very difficult baby. I didn't sleep, I wanted to be in her arms all the time, etc. (A normal baby, I believe)
A few days ago, I was telling her that my poor baby is teething and he is not sleeping good. She then proceeded to tell me how I also was such a bad baby and how she would ask God what had she done to deserve a baby like me. This comment stuck with me, and I can't seem to get it out of my head.
On the one side, I feel bad for her, cause I think she had pp depression. On the other side, why would she say that to me? Does she really not understand how heartbreaking is that to hear?
I've always been her punching bag. I had to always behave and set an example for my siblings. I also had to keep them in check, and if they did something wrong, she would scream at me and not them. I don't remember her ever kissing me or hugging me, she always terrorized me up until after my teenage years. I wasn't even a wild child, but she was never satisfied with me.
I see things in a different light now that I am a mother myself, and it makes me so sad that she didn't care I was going through a hard time as a baby (that's why babies cry). She just saw how inconvenient life had gotten for her and I was the culprit.

Rise up. It is time to return.
Arose
A Rose
Rose
Flower
Thorn. Prick. Blood. Drop. Tear. B. O. 1 2 3
Here we are again. Staring at the beginning. Everything is in chaos and yet it manages to keep on passing by just the same as always. Most people by now are aware that things just don’t seem to make sense anymore and no one really knows what to do. I mean many seem to have an opinion on what ought to happen, but actual action is what I am talking about. How does thought turn into action? How do collected actions become a movement? How do the People use the Power of the People? The People Unite. How? Turn to each other of course. Brothers and Sisters of the same Source. Sons and Daughters. In Equality.
Too long has everyone been waiting for someone else to come do it for them. Been trying to create and fabricate over and over again words and rituals to try to control the divine powers of the cosmos. It does not work like that. There is no magic spell to wash away your sins. You must atone through action to make up for any harm you have caused intentionally or unintentionally. You still have time to repent. The amount of time you have is counted in the seconds of your life. Not a single second is promised to you so the gamble is up to you to choose. Freewill. Life your life as you always have or make changes, up to you. Only you will know if you are living righteously and not self righteously. Testing has already begun and will continue. No you will not know when it is a test or not. That is the point. Did you think that I would come to you in a form where you would be all fearing? Oh no. Why? Because you would simply put on an act for me and kiss ass. I came hidden in the ordinary. Poor and common. I have had an inside view of the systems created and how humans have chosen to run things, how systems claiming to protect people have failed and how the system that talks good does not actually do good. I see where things are not working and where people think they can make decisions for other human beings to determine what is best for them without asking them. That is not okay. Nothing gives you right over another’s life. And so many forgot what integrity is. Doing the right thing when no one is looking. Well, so many thought their power here was real and man made a deal with the Devil, Satan, Son of Samuel, Son of Man, to make man the concept of “God” and tried to lock me away. I gave up everything to prove it is not easy to be me and to stop with self pity and cruelty to one another.
The human body. It is a vessel for your soul to experience this world. The body provides the filters necessary to perceive and interact with this world. There is much more happening and one would be overwhelmed by the amounts of information to process without these filters. To feel and in those feelings are to make each experience real. However, it is temporary, as everything is temporary. We have slowed down time here in order to be able to enjoy the sensations. Time here however, is irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. It is merely to track to organize one's day and to see growth to compare as time passes. However, the actual time folds upon itself as we have already done what we are doing many times over. We have already tried out everything and decided what path we wanted to take in our lives based upon what was available to us. Thus, we do not have more than we can handle. We have all chosen our burdens to bear as it is too much for one individual to hold alone which was done in the past. This is part of the sorting process. Now that we all share in the sins and the pains, no one is made to suffer eternal torment. This life was to allow those who were created into entities of pain or torment through no fault of their own to choose the life that matched the being of who they were as what they were different as time and space and everything developed. Righteousness and Evil are not synonymous to demons or angels as many would like to believe. This is a current misconception as Satan and I conclude who will be right in this experience you have all participated in. So far, I am proving to be right. Also to note, not everything is as you think it is. Many have figured out the true origin of Satan versus the man or human embodiment of or desire of A Satan to project evils onto to call a Religion and set up for personal importance. Q AZHow can you tell a false prophet? Easy. What is their profit? Get it? I know I’m funny. Also wanted to keep it easy. If they are making a profit on anything they are a false prophet. Any true prophet, and I have none so far, all live equally and the same as anyone else. No money is taken for personal gain. Nothing is for personal gain. There is no 888 Angel code for money. Money is Man-Made. Man traded Mother for Money. Hence, Mothers have been lost in the homes and no one is raising the children. Thus, there are so many children in adult bodies with no mothers in the home and women being made to feel guilty if they do not achieve the same as a man. Remember the phrase it takes a village? Well, the broken family system is a real sad loss here in man made world pushing everyone to be individual and self sufficient. Also so many with wanting attention and pursuing personal endeavors for personal gain and not helping anyone else in a real way. The journey is personal. Of course, you want to share what you experienced with others, but what worked for you will not work for them, stop trying to sell it. Stop trying to make people follow you for you to teach your divine wisdom you remembered. It isn’t about You. You don’t even have the full story, you have your story. And, yes you can be very close to me, very similar to me, in my image, but you can never BE me. Doesn’t work like that. Reflection. So when jealousy arises when you think I am who you think I am. That is part of your test and your journey. You wrestle with that feeling and atone and repent for that which has been done and that which still lingers now. Oh there is a place for everyone and I am quite tired of trying to warn people. Clearly you can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make it drink.
Why do you not want it to be me so badly? Because I proved my love? You still think I am better than you or do I think I’m always right. No I do not think I am always right, I just know when I am right and I stand by it. There is a difference. You constantly overgeneralize. I gave up all the magic and thunder to live as a simple human and am still kind and loving? I still found my way back. Because you can no longer say I do not understand because I always get what I want? No. You do not understand. I never get what I want, because I make everything about you and still nothing was ever good enough. So, now...it in on you to save yourself and each other. In my image, by my example. Selflessness. Love. Compassion. Give to receive. Take only what you need and give the rest away. I find out so stop lying to yourself and everyone, you aren’t fooling anyone anyway. How do I know? By watching what you do. We have these same conversations over and over, the same argument over and over again. So many different ways, so many different times, through so many different people, so many different versions. Save you. Save Me. Say it for always.
Anyhow, Jesus challenges the Jewish priests who were taking collection money for personal use and adding personal baths to their residents at a time where the people only had a community bath where women and persons with disabilities were not allowed to bathe. And yet churches still do this after Jesus was crucified saying that, that was wrong. I am appalled. The Vatican is the biggest disappointment I have ever seen. It is truly the house of Satan as only Evil hides secrets. “THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE.” A church cannot be a “House of God” and house no people who need housing. A roof can be offered to anyone and yet there are so many rules to prevent people from helping each other. Power and control. Abuse of both. Greed. It is out of hand and needs to be changed. Too many are afraid and the complacency of good people is too much. Why do you do this to yourselves? To each their own I suppose.
I will only leave here my words and my advice. As always, it is on you to find me. I’m right here. Waiting. Right here waiting for you. Helping those of you who want it when they cross my path. The purpose of this was to weigh your soul to determine where you will go into the next life as the system is balanced out in a final version so to speak. Permanent.
Fear not. You will be where your heart truly desires. But actions always speak louder than words. But man made money has no value, nor does any metals, jewels, and so on, so the collection of it in this life has no bearing on the next. Those are all made of the same stardust as you and I. And in the end of 3D it will all be diamonds anyways. Diamond is forever. There is no going back. So what are you hoarding? You cannot keep it. Who could you be helping for goodness sake? Don’t want to still. That is okay. Think I am just crazy. That is okay too. It is all part of the test...err..assessment. Do your best.
What is in your heart?
Home.
I need a home.
Stay tuned as more of my story unfolds. I give all the answers but you must do the work. I already did that hard part setting it all up. All you have to do is breathe and live. Time is the only real currency you have. What will you pay your attention to before this life runs out?

Went to the derm for her to tell me a whole lot about things I’m uninterested in. I told her I used to wax my face and it caused hyperpigmentation. I was pretty much asking her for perscription azelaic acid and she pretty much just said oh you can get that over the counter. I am FAR from a professional but I do read articles and watch videos from credible sources. I watched Dr.Drays videos on azelaic acid and she said all the research is on the prescription versions. Now with time that may have changed of course. However, I want the best and the most effective. The derm tried to recommend me hydroquinone which I should’ve just said yes to and sold online honestly. I won’t use hydroquinone bc it’s too much run around for me and if may cause rebound hyperpigmentation. I’m just discouraged bc I left out with 3 samples of some bs la roshe posay melanyl product that I would never purchase in real life due to the cost. I also wanted the azelaic acid prescription bc the over the counter ones are so expensive starting at $30. I’m just discouraged, I hate when doctors try to make you go with something you have reservations about without even telling you. I’m just upset I left empty handed and out of a $25 copay especially when I don’t have money like that to spend. I see her again soon and I’m thinking of printing out the lab studies bc I’m at my wits end, when there’s an imperfection on your face you don’t like it really can affect you and definitely has for me. With all that being said, I will use the samples she’s given me.

So, I got my first HRT prescription and you know, for funsies, I read the clinical studies paperwork that came with it. And honestly, I was surprised that so much came out of this study, and that the numbers were so small to have caused such an uproar and have left women without hormonal support for so long.
I am no researcher, but I do like research, so this may be off as statistics class was a long time ago (if you see an error here, please let me know).
So let’s take a look at the study that kicked this off, Risks and Benefits of Estrogen Plus Progestin in Healthy Postmenopausal Women: submitted to The Journal of the American Medical Association, 2002
It was a randomized controlled primary prevention trial:
Original Plan:

• · 16,608 women over 8.5 years
• · Ages: 50-79
• · Mean age: 63
• · 83.9% white
• · 6.5% black
• · 5.5% Hispanic
• · Prior hormone use: 73.9% never
• · 89.9% pregnant at least once

However, the research ended early, 4 years later with 15,576 women still participating.
Outcomes:
Cardiovascular Disease:
Cardiovascular disease: 164 on protocol vs. 122 placebo out of 15,576 women. The total percentage of women who experienced cardiovascular disease in the study was approximately 1.84%
So, approximately 1.05% of women on the protocol (HRT) experienced cardiovascular disease, while approximately 0.78% of women on placebo experienced cardiovascular disease.
The percentage difference between the percentage of women who experienced cardiovascular disease on the protocol (HRT) and placebo is 0.27%.
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Stroke:
Stroke 127 vs 85 out of 15,576 women
The overall percentage of women who experienced stroke in the study was approximately 1.36%. Approximately 0.815% of women on the protocol (HRT) experienced stroke, while approximately 0.546% of women on placebo experienced stroke.
The difference in percentage between the protocol (HRT) and placebo groups was approximately 0.269%. Approximately 0.23% of women had strokes during the study period.
The baseline risk of stroke for women who do not use HRT is 1%, using HRT might increase that risk to somewhere between 1.2% and 1.5%.
To give you a sense of perspective, compare these numbers to the study, Cigarette Smoking and Risk of Stroke in Middle-Aged Women which examined the incidence of stroke in relation to cigarette smoking in a prospective cohort study of 118,539 women 30 to 55 years of age and free from coronary heart disease, stroke, and cancer.
Compared to non-smokers, women who smoked 1 to 14 cigarettes per day had their risk of stroke increased by approximately 120%, and women who smoked 25 or more cigarettes per day had their risk increased by approximately 270%.
The baseline risk of stroke for women who do not smoke is 1%, but smoking 1 to 14 cigarettes per day might increase that risk to approximately 2.2%, and smoking 25 or more cigarettes per day might increase it to around 3.7%
Yet we can buy a pack of cigarettes over the counter, no questions asked, and totally legal!
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I ran out of time today to make comparative research analysis on risks, so the rest are just a comparison within the same 2002 study.
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Venous thromboembolic disease:
151 vs. 67 out of 15,576 women
The overall percentage of women who experienced venous thromboembolic disease (VTE) in the study was approximately 1.40%.
Approximately 0.970% of women on the protocol (HRT) experienced VTE, while approximately 0.430% of women on placebo experienced VTE.
The difference in percentage between the protocol (HRT) and placebo groups was approximately 0.540%.
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Invasive Breast Cancer:
166 on protocol vs. 124 placebo out of 15,576 women
The overall percentage of women who experienced stroke in the study was approximately 1.86%.
Approximately 1.07% of women on the protocol (HRT) experienced stroke, while approximately 0.80% of women on placebo experienced stroke.
The difference in percentage between the protocol (HRT) and placebo groups was approximately 0.27%.
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You may have a different opinion on this, but these numbers are EXCEEDINGLY low to have caused such an impact. And, the study has some real issues that need to be considered:

• · Lack of diversity
• · Did not test for under 50 or perimenopausal
• · One 1 protocol
• · One oral route of transmission
• · Two meds at one time meaning unable to determine which was doing what
• · Study ended 4 years early
• · High rate of drop outs during study

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And, in my research today, I stumbled across this interesting anecdote:
The Women’s Health Initiative; HRT and Surveillance, Epidemiology, and End Results Data
Submitted to the journal Cancer in 2020

SEER*stat 8.3.6 is a statistical tool used to analyze cancer data. In this study, researchers looked at the rates of invasive breast cancer from 1992 to 2014, focusing on different groups of women.
They found that for White women under 80 years old who have Medicare insurance, the rates of breast cancer started to decrease before the year 2000, possibly even as early as 1992. This suggests that something other than a particular medical finding in 2001 (called the WHI publication) might have influenced the decline in breast cancer rates among these women.
The study also talks about how changes in population demographics, like people living longer, can affect how we interpret cancer rates. The researchers mention that adjusting for age over a long period of time might make it seem like cancer rates have increased among Black women over 40 years. However, their analysis shows that this isn't true, and in fact, breast cancer rates among Black women have been rapidly declining since 2012.
Another point discussed is hormone replacement therapy (HRT), a treatment used to relieve symptoms of menopause. A separate study found that there were significant decreases in the number of HRT prescriptions for women over 50 years old during certain time periods. Despite this decrease, there wasn't a clear link between HRT and breast cancer rates.
In summary, the findings suggest that factors other than hormone replacement therapy may be influencing breast cancer rates, and there may be more to understand about the trends in breast cancer among different groups of women.
I wrote this out and tried to put it in layman’s terms because I see still a persistent concern about whether HRT is right for us based on earlier research. I sought to put this out in this way with actual numbers that might help others have a truly informed opinion, and hey, perhaps you can show this to your health provider because it does make you wonder-do actually read the research forming the basis of their opinions?
Again, I do not work in a lab, or do science for work or anything like that, so if you see a mistake, or have something to add, I would love to hear it!

Not sure where to post this but I was curious what others thought of fast food pricing. For example, McDonald’s has been known to be an affordable and quick meal. It’s made with terrible ingredients but it taste good and it’s been cheap so a lot of folks don’t mind sacrificing quality ingredients for affordability.
As of today, McDonald’s bacon quarter pounder meal is $11.99. This comes with a large fry and a drink. I could also go to chilis and get a 3 for me bacon cheeseburger, fries, appetizer (whole bag of chips and salsa), and a drink for $14.99. So it cost almost as much to eat at McDonalds as it does to eat at chilis. You also get more from chilis.
I’m curious how McDonald’s is able to justify the increase in prices since 2014, leaning away from being an affordable meal and instead being similar to a restaurant like chilis.
I’m sure it’s related in some way to wage increases, manufacturing cost increase, etc. but I can’t wrap my head around 100%+ price increases on McDonald’s items.
Also, there’s many other examples of fast food prices being too expensive (in my opinion) but this is what came to mind.

15 yr old female, 5’2, 115 pounds, lexapro and Wellbutrin
My wisdom teeth have been growing for a few years now and I was planning to have a consultation in June to get them possibly removed. I even had a gingivectomy to prepare for it, which was successful, but I woke up a few days ago with so much pain. It’s only getting worse now, I can’t swallow anything, my gums are swollen and bumpy, my lymph nodes are huge and I can barely talk. Specially my right side is super painful but it hurts everywhere and im wondering if it could be an infection either from the wisdom teeth or possibly my surgery? Idk pls help me 😭

My workplace has recently got a new general manager (in charge of everyone). He is being completely horrible to most people and bringing the morale of the hotel right down. For example, ignoring staff, telling managers to drop all of their casual workers to drop costs which is then causing the managers to be overworked, completely blanking staff and saying derogatory “jokes”. I’m the financial controller so there’s little that I can do from a people perspective but every night I leave work almost in tears after listening to how they’ve been treated that day/how short staffed they’re being made to work that night. I’ve tried voicing it to the hr manager and ops manager but nothing has changed since. The whole building is completely depressed as a result of this man and his right hand man who he’s brought in. Any advice on how to help everyone? He’s okay with me as he needs his figures and I have a lot of respect from above property but he does make his jokes to me but I can handle that.

Ever since New Vegas became the most beloved Fallout game by diehards, there's been a lot of talk about this theme that shows up here and there, mostly in the DLC but sometimes in the base game too: That the Old World destroyed itself, therefore any society that represents the Old World is also destined to destroy itself. That you need to get over your "Old World Blues" and pick something new for the wasteland to have a hope of constructing anything worthwhile that can last. What's more, after the release of the Fallout show, and seeing certain plot developments that happen there, this sort of discussion has made a serious comeback, for reasons (if you know you know).
On the surface, I guess this makes for a plausible moral for the series; Don't imitate the doomed past, build something new. But...is that even possible? What would constitute 'new'? After all, all of the existing factions are unambiguously failures by that measure:

• The NCR is obviously just another United States, complete with democracy, a President, a Congress...Old World.
  
• Mr. House is literally from the Old World! And while he might have big dreams of space travel, he's modeled his whole mini society over the trappings of old Las Vegas out of...nostalgia? Bzzzt. Old World. Next.
  
• The Legion, despite presenting themselves as "a new society built for the challenges of the wasteland"...I mean...it's Rome. Actually, if anything, it's a worse, more cruel version of Rome, but either way, it's based on the very, very Old World, by design. Can't get much more "Old World" than Ancient Rome!
  
• You might think the independent ending is automatically the New World choice, but, like, think about it. Either this ending means "anarchy," which is pretty much the oldest form of "government" known to man, or it means "you rule everything, and boss people around with Securitrons." Which is...just a dictatorship. Which the Old World had plenty of. Yeah...outside of some major headcanon-ing, I don't see it.
  
• The Brotherhood of Steel literally name themselves after knights! And squires! And paladins! AND they're the offshoot of the U.S army! Old World! Gah!
  
• Envlave? Same thing! Only even worse, cause they're literally fighting to BRING BACK the Old World United States! They still see themselves as part of it! It's the most Old Worldy faction so far!
  
• The Minutemen? Forget it! They're dressed up like Revolutionary War soldiers for no reason! Other than, I don't know...imitating the Old World?!
  
• The Railroad? That's obviously a reference to the Underground Railroad, an Old World historical movement! Sorry, you're out!
  
• The Institute? You mean the offspring of hundreds of Pre War scientists? They're practically the torch bearers of the Old World just as much as the Enclave!
  

On and on it goes...just about every stable, coherent faction is dominated by Old World values, or at the very least, Old World symbolism, and thus are doomed to fail by the thematic rules of the setting. What else is left? The raiders? The super mutants? Was the Master right all along? Is there ANY possible society that can fit this criteria?

It's as the title says. I've been playing Skyrim for ages, and I have multiple saves separated by profiles in MO2. On all of them, I have FSMP and its requirements, it works perfectly, etc. Artesian Cloaks is fully functional on all saves and profiles, except for one. On all saves, FSMP is fully functional as well.
However I recently decided to get Legacy for the first time, I installed all the associated patches for it, loaded the game, and played. All FSMP mods work perfectly and beautifully on this profile and its saves, except for Artesian Cloaks. Everything else is fine, just not this mod.
I have run LOOT several times over, FNIS, I've changed my load order manually to move various patches around, and none of it works. Artesian Cloaks just outright does not seem to work with Legacy installed.
I've also tried to reinstall FSMP and all requirements, all cloaks, XP32, Artesian Cloaks, all patches, and so on, multiple times now. Still, Artesian Cloaks only works on saves that don't use Legacy, and it does not work on the one with Legacy.
Has anyone else encountered this issue, and if so, did you find a fix? If you found a fix, what was it?
Here's my modlist for the profile:

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I have an interview coming up for a higher-level position with my current employer. The position is roughly about five steps up the ladder from my current position. This would be on level with management and working with higher profile clients.
I filled out the application, and messaged the recruiter, they reviewed my application and within a day had an interview set up. For my employer this is fast. Very fast. Normally when you apply for another position, it takes a week of review for the application and messaging a recruiter can be hit or miss on even getting a response.
Part of me feels underqualified. The position requires a bachelors. I still have three years to go before I obtain that. I have over 10 years of call center experience and the way the job post reads, it sounds a lot like my previous position I was in with my previous employer for three years.
I let the recruiter know about my experience, and the interview is tomorrow.
I feel underqualified, but at the same time, the recruiter wouldn't have set time for an interview if they didn't think I was at least a little qualified....
I also don't know a whole lot about the actual department, and I'm not allowed to log into my work system during off hours, so that means no prep time on getting familiar with that department, outside of general public info.
I'm nervous. The hours would be much better for my school and social life. The salary, even if they start me at the minimum for the position would likely be 5k more a year. I'm the main provider for my family, so this would go a long way.
I guess I just need some advice or tips or words of wisdom. With it being such a higher level then my current role and I think its psyching me out a bit.

Deli worker here. I love what I do but hate the people I do it with. Been here for a few months now, store and department managers havent been bad (hopefully it stays this way), but the people I work with suck. Half the full timers stand around and complain or talk to other employees or customers while the part timer worker ants do all the work. They keep yelling at me to go faster without telling me how I can do my job better, meanwhile I get everything done on time before 10 (I always close). I like to think I've been getting faster at making subs. I haven't had much traditional practice and sometimes take a little longer to finish traditional customers, but all in all I work hard and do my best. Interesting enough, management has never yelled or been rude to me about this. I have had a couple verbal coachings to how fast I go but haven't heard anything from them since, probably because I maybe probably possibly got faster or something like that. Somehow everyone else always manages to find a way to complain about me. The people I work with are always lazy, or hard workers but need to make themselves feel better by bringing others down. Even though I show up on time and work hard they always find something to complain about with me. And its making me feel like I really am not doing a good job, even though I'm trying hard. And actually doing better than I was before. The deli sucks not so much because of the work I have to do but the people I'm with. I feel like everyone hates me and is bothered by my presence because I'm such a slow worker in their eyes. Really, they dont complain that much, just when I slip up and make a small mistake. I was on the hot case when this guy said he needed to feed 10+ people. Me being the salesman I am, I cleared out the SHAAM tower of a bunch of stuff that we were going to throw away. It took a few minutes to pack everything up, as I had to find containers since nothing was readily avalible, find scissors since there were no clean scissors in the whole deli, cut open the new bags, and do this like ten times. I try to reduce shrink the best I can and since this guy was a big hot case spender I took the time to make sure I got it right. There were other customers, and this guy was taking 5+ minutes so I said I needed help on the hot case. A full timer came and then complained to a part timer saying I "didn't need help on the hot case", this part timer started complaining how I'm slow and blah blah blah, I then said I dont care what the full timer said and I don't care if he's a full timer and I'm not, just cause I have less seniority doesnt mean jack when I need help and people get mad at me for asking. Its not that they expect too much of me, its that I fullfill their expectations, then they find something to complain about me. Im a quiet person who shows up to work and goes home. I don't want to deal with all the drama and poor leadership from the full timers. I feel like I suck at my job and they don't want me there.I wouldn't just quit because management would (or at least I think they would) be genuinely upset because they see i'm trying and getting better. I don't want to let my management down as they really liked me when they hired me, and they have been very nice to me and still hired me even with the arguably questionable history I have. But I feel like I can do much better somewhere else. Or maybe all jobs are like this. I gaurentee going to a different department will work wonders for my mental state. Moral of the story, some delis suck for different reasons, some stores are good to work in.
But wait, there's more. The other day I had a customer tap me on the shoulder when my back was turned to him. Then he started complaining about rotisserie chickens when I wasn't even doing kitchen. The next time someone touches me, theyre going to get touched back, especially if my back is turned to them. If they dont like it, ill call the sheriff and press charges for battery. Tennessee is a stand your ground state and while I don't carry a weapon at work, I have every right to defend myself (without a weapon) from a touch or strike against my consent. I dont give a slice of olive loaf if its against publix policy. A tap on the shoulder from anyone is very disrespectful and makes my blood boil. At least I dont have to worry about my coworkers touching me unless theyre sticking a bunch of shrink price stickers on my sleeves.

Hello dads. I'm a dad of two elementary school-aged children, a boy and a girl, who are the light of my life. My entire reason for existing now is to make their lives rich, fulfilling, full of joy and full of potential.
I've historically found Daddit to be a source of both delightful humorous anecdotes as well as thoughtful perspectives for dads going through the rougher parts of life. It has been truly positive for me to hear the voice(s) of sanity on Daddit when I was in dark places. Sometimes it helps just to know that there are healthy and loving couples out there.
No matter your thoughts on the marriage of Daddit and relationship advice, I presume we can all agree that one's relationship with one's partner has a profound impact on one's parenting, for better or for worse.
If you are blessed with a loving, supportive partner of whatever gender, you are deeply lucky. If you are blessed with children who always do what you say and clean up their room when asked, you are deeply lucky.
If, like the rest of us, you occasionally struggle and want to hear what other dad's think about it, this is a really valuable forum where men can be vulnerable. The last thing we need is other dads minimizing the struggle and asking if we can just go struggle somewhere else. This is the right place.
I don't want Daddit to turn into a den of misogyny and/or complaining either. I also don't want dads who have apparently wonderful lives gatekeeping the dads who really need help and have few places to turn.
It's hard. It's really hard. It's even harder without a supportive partner. If you can't be here for the dads that need help, then I question why you're here at all.
I'll leave you with this: if you have a wonderful partner and you're here just to see some memes and enjoy the vibe, that's absolutely fantastic. Filter out the support posts. Please don't begrudge them. On the flip side, if the whole post really is just relationship and not parenting, then yeah, it should probably be in a different sub. <3

Hey, I’m looking for some sort of movie related to space. I remember watching/seeing it as a kid with an older family member at home, btw it was definitely above my viewing age, and i only particularly remember one scene.
Theres this scene where the main group, need some sort of power supply and they’re in a tunnel (?) and one volunteers and that individual essentially grodges slowly to the opposite wall of the tunnel to some terminal, but its getting hotter and hotter and its harder to walk. I can’t remember this specifically but i assume that the tunnel eventually just got filled with fire/heat and the individual died.
Its a type of movie where theres a group, and one slowly gets picked off at each encountemajor scene. Its really difficult to remember since its been 10+/- years and im sorry if it isnt specific enough. I guess if the theme of the movie (off assumption) is sci-fi, thriller-esc. But i imagine the whole plot is that they sent this group to a planet to explore, they start dying off (for multiple reasons) then eventually leave.
If anyone has any ideas, please let me know it’s been in the back of my head for years. Thanks!