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I think we have all had these people involved in collaboration at one point or another...
You know the type, you bring them on board only to start regretting the decision because they find ways to dig their heels in over tiny things, then slowly start assimilating themselves into the directors chair and try to take over everything and slow everything down to a crawl.
I was finding myself to be a pretty decent low budget filmmaker. I know every production is different and every crew works a different way. I was big on not over planning my movies. I knew that what was in my head was unlikely to be what appeared on screen with the limited resources I had, so I would arrive on the day and adapt. I liked a fast paced environment, ideas were always welcome and I wouldn't be too precious over production issues. Working at such a low budget, or sometimes no budget at all, I understood that I would rather shoot the scene how I could and make the most out of it rather than be bitter about it not being perfect. It was freeing, it was fun to be creative in working around issues etc.
My short films were garnering some interest and local actors and crew were wanting to work with me when I was trying to set up a project.
I had worked hard on getting my first low budget feature film into pre-production and it looked like it was about to start shooting in the next couple of months (this was in 2016).
...and then I brought in the cinematographer...
The DP was a good friend of mine. We had met through the local film scene and followed each others work, but never actually collaborated. I thought it would be a good idea to delegate DP duties and we could both embark on feature films together.
He had worked on bigger productions before, bigger than what I had worked on though not as a DP.
It was apparent very quickly that he was unwilling to just adapt to the smaller scale of my production and was pressuring for more and more.
What started as me hoping somebody with DP experience would be able to come in and improve the visual elements of the films through sheer experience and resourcefulness and understanding, was very far from the truth.
Very quickly, he was insisting I spend a good amount of the budget on renting better high end cameras, better and more extensive lighting and wished on me bringing in additional crew to assist him with the DP duties. I was not opposed to this, and figured as a cinematographer it would be a worthwhile investment to the project. Then of course came insurance for that gear and suddenly my very low budget was already starting to dry up if I proceeded.
I figured if we are going from making a cheap local indie feature into something more professional looking, maybe we should try to utilise the gear we had to try and film a couple of things to raise interest and potentially gain some more investment via crowdfunding, so we took some scenes and shot them. They looked alright. Better than what I had been doing on my own anyways...
It was apparent during the shooting though, that he wasn't just focusing on cinematography. He was overruling some of my decisions with actors, trying to change locations and entire conversations. At one stage when I was elsewhere, likely catching a smoke or toilet break, I came back to see him talking the actors through a few things, and when I was trying to get him to adapt what he had in his head to what was actually possible to shoot, he was getting a bit preachy and huffy about not getting his own way.
All things considered, the shoot turned out ok in the end. After I edited it and carried out some detailed sound design, it was actually pretty decent.
The cinematographer then started sending me messages questioning the casting of certain people, and started suggesting alternative actors. He would also start questioning the tiniest bits of dialogue with a sort of 'know it all' attitude, wishing to change locations of certain scenes (for example, from a bar to an office). He obviously had plans in his head to make 'this scene look like the scene from X movie or Y TV series'. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was trying to film ideas he wanted to visually do, and not actually shoot the script the way I was asking him to shoot.
This progressed into him requesting more gear, because he had ideas. I just didn't have the money for this, but he was digging his heels in again and again over everything including directing decisions, writing, casting.
Film is a collaborative effort, but I had brought in somebody who was taking over the production and any time you had to move him back into his station he would give you the 'trust me, I worked on this and this...I know best' mentality. Production was slowing to an absolute CRAWL because he would just constantly bombard you with expectations and challenge everything, and when things finally got started would take forever reviewing a shot and lighting before he was happy to shoot. I am not against quality control, but this isn't Hollywood, we didnt have the time, money or resources to be this strict about the craft. We had to be in and out of locations within a certain timeframe and he was just too unwilling to meet me in the middle between what he considered his level and my level, it was his way or nothing.
The guy had clearly wanted to work with me, so it confuses me as to how the guy who apparently liked my work and style just wanted to entire project to fit what he thought was best, and my role as the director was requiring the inevitable where I was going to have to kick him off the production because we weren't moving any further forward with his elitist attitude towards the project.
The project eventually folded and never returned. It was what it was. If I had kicked him sooner or even shot it myself, it probably would have been completed. Maybe not to a super high standard, but I wasn't looking for a BAFTA, I just wanted to shoot my first feature script with the money I saved for it, but the budget was drained and the project had been at a standstill for too long directly because of this cinematographer that was constantly throwing spanners and changes into the works.
I thought it was me and I just couldn't handle a production. But as time went on, I worked with others and projects all came together nicely, I had good working relationships with crew and cinematographers. I may have been less experienced, but he certainly damaged the production.
Years later, we are still friends and we do still share ideas with one another.
But I have noticed every single time we initiate the possibility of collaboration, the professional side of him flares up and it becomes the controlling production knowledge it all demon that I experienced back in 2016 all over again. Anything I've ever sought to make without him, gets made. Every time we try to work together, it never gets made for all of the same reasons initially.

Hello you guys, I have a bit of a sticky situation with my former landlord in Delaware County, PA:

• In May 2023, I signed a year lease in a building with about a dozen units owned by a retiree.
• The basement unit flooded twice in June. The property manager made some amends/repairs. I didn't want to move out at that time because I believed the issue was resolved.
• After the tenant above me moved out, the property manager and handyman proceeded to gut the apartment over my head, running power tools late into the night and on weekends for the whole month of November, even after I asked them not to. This was a noise code violation. Because the only way to make an official record of this was to call the police, I decided not to (as a single woman living alone, I didn't want to escalate the situation).
• I was ready to leave after the two floods and the noise. I went into a deep rabbithole doing legal research on the many numerous building and fire code issues in my unit. One of my findings was that my unit had *NEVER* received a certificate of occupancy from the borough, which I take to mean I had been living in an illegal basement conversion that was deceptively passed off to me as a habitable living space.
• In December, the unit flooded again! This time I called the borough's code enforcement department. One of the inspectors came over the same day and later filed a report with a short paragraph on the inspection and the photos he took. He told me he never would have passed the unit.
• I moved out at the end of December and now live about an hour away.
• Here's where I might have fucked up: when I left, the property manager sent me an email stating I wouldn't be getting my security deposit back. I never formally asked for the deposit back. I was extremely overwhelmed by dealing with all the issues, moving twice in seven months, a demanding corporate job, and everything else.
• In April, I sent the landlord a certified demand letter to his personal address asking for the ~$1,500 deposit back. He never responded but I have the return receipt he signed.

Question:

• Knowing the upper limit for small claims court is $6,000, and I am out $1,500 (security deposit) + $1500 (moving expenses) + $7,000 in rent for an "apartment" whose landlord breached the warrant of habitability and covenant of quiet enjoyment, can I ask for the full $6,000 if I file in May after moving out on December 31?

Recently got back from a conference( 2 weeks ago) department officer decided to have a team meeting regarding us cutting out during the “last session.” A few things to keep in mind 1. Our last day itinerary only had breakfast listed,(no one knew about an additional keynote session until right after breakfast) shortly after the speaker got on stage myself and another coworker left. 2. Unbeknownst to us at the time we were already checked out of our rooms, which didn’t leave a ton of time to gather up our things. Breakfast started around 9/9:30 and check out time was 11. We were also asked to fill out a detailed time sheet. During the meeting she stated that there will be some type of repercussions for breaking our ethics/conduct code. Now I can see how this is a violation of accurate timesheet, but don’t understand how this a blown to such a bigger ordeal as the time was still spent at the conference. My direct supervisor also didn’t mentioned anything when I submitted my time. Thoughts? Opinions/Advise.

I (24F) started seeing my now bf (25M) back in October 2022. For over a year we didn’t label it because he just had got out of a complicated relationship and I cared enough to not rush him into an exclusive relationship ( this is important to know for the rest of the story.) Anyway, my best friend has lately been very flirty with my boyfriend ( he shuts her down/ ignores her) and I kind of got annoyed with it so I decided to snoop and check on their conversation to see if she was trying to hit on him. Long story short, I scrolled a little further than I should have and saw a discussion from April 2023, regarding a friend of hers that we both had dinner with, saying that he liked her and wanted my best friend to link him up with her. He obviously told her to keep that on the down low as he knew I would freak out ( we already were seeing each other for over 6 months and we were planning a trip during that time, although we weren’t exclusive) I know snooping is bad and I normally don’t do it and totally respect his privacy but this best friend situation is really annoying me. Now that I have discovered this, my heart sank and I feel very much betrayed by both of them. I plan on confronting both of them and owning up to the fact that I crossed a boundary , but I would like to know if it is rational for me to feel this upset?
TL;DR : best friend and boyfriend had secret convo 1 year ago when bf and I weren’t exclusive about a mutual friend he was potentially interested in linking up with, i discovered it and I feel betrayed by both

I am a 16 year old girl and my brother is 27 years old. Growing up, it was mainly just me and my brother. My dad left shortly after I was born and my mom wasn’t around much. I know that my brother took all of the work to make sure that I was healthy and happy, and I can’t thank him enough for what he has done for me. He got a job at 15 to provide for us both while my mom was off doing God knows what. I was around 9 years old when my brother left for college at the age of 20. I remember he promised me that he would always come every weekend to check up on me and give me groceries for the week. For the first two years he kept true to his word. He would come by with food and hang out with me. I was lonely and sad without him, but I managed as best as I could for a child. It wasn’t until he met his girlfriend (now wife) that he changed. He stopped coming over as often, leaving me going hungry. I would text him, asking when he’d be back, and he would give me vague answers. I remember for two weeks I could only eat plan turkey sandwiches because that’s all I had to eat. Those vague answers soon turned into no answers. He would also make promises to me that he wouldn’t keep (e.g. buying me more food, clothes, money, etc.) I think I was around 12 or 13 when he stopped coming by entirely. He would no longer answer my texts and I would get no information about his life. He even had a kid when I was 14 that I didn’t even know about until a few days ago when he messaged me. I had honestly given up in ever contacting him again because it had been years since we last talked. He says that he wants to make up for lost time and that he misses me. I honestly felt so mad in that moment that I wanted to block him, but I didn’t. I instead agreed to meet with him. We met a few days later at the park we grew up nearby. He was there with his wife and son. When he saw me he got teary eyed and tried to hug me, but I pushed him away and told him I don’t like hugs anymore. He seemed hurt and that made me just the slightest bit happy. He started talking about what life was like in and after college and what he’s doing now. He said that now that I’m older he wants to be able to do more stuff with me that he missed out on. To put it bluntly, I went crazy on him. Here is a gist of what I said: “I’ve missed you a lot. I remember always turning on my phone to see if you had even responded to even one of my countless messages. For years I heard not one word out of you. I went hungry and dirty because you were no longer around. I get that you had to live your own life, but I didn’t know it included kicking me out of it. I was basically an orphan because Mom was never around. I was 13 when my period started and I didn’t have any money to buy what I needed. And why do you think that my texts randomly stopped one day? It’s because I have up on you. I gave up on you ever being able to care about me like you used to. Because of you I can’t trust people and what they promise me because I’m afraid they will leave me like you did. So I don’t care if you want to make up for lost time, and I don’t think you can because it’s your fault.” By the end of my rant he was crying and his wife was giving me the death stare. He started apologizing and saying that he didn’t know that was how I felt. I called BS because there is no way he never saw any of those texts I sent. After that I left and sobbed when I got home. I love my brother, I really do, but I don’t think it’s fair for him to try and come back like nothing happened.

About a week ago, I put a stick from outside in my girl's enclosure and long story short, went out of town and came back to mold growing in her home... I know its from the stick because it was mostly coming from the side I had it stuck into the floor also there was a good bit growing on the stick itself. I took the moldy bits out (and stick ofc) but should I replace all of the substrate???

The main problem is our front 3. When we were at our best with this current team our front 3 were able to create and finish without much help from the rest of the team. So the rest of the 7 field players could focus on defending.
It started last year where our front 3 was just running out of ideas and couldn't really create anything. The way we fixed that last year was bringing Jack Mcglynn into the lineup for Leon Flach and also sending more players forward. Both of those actions are opening us up way more defensively.
Teams have also found out that we cannot break them down if they bunker down in their half and put 10-11 players behind the ball and force the ball out wide. This kind of play style is nearly impossible for us to break. That leads to either our players making dumb passes and quick counter attacks (Jose Martinez recently).
I get a lot of flack for saying this team died when Corey Burke left but honestly his pace added so much for this team. He relieved the whole team's pressure because they could just boot it down field to release the pressure at any time. We don't have that now.
A potential fix I think could be how some English teams play, it's called route 1 football. Its a style that emphasizes long balls from defense directly to the attack, bypassing the midfield. It relies on the physicality and aerial prowess of forwards to create scoring opportunities quickly.
The success rate is lower, you might only win 1/5 of those aerial's but you're looking to win that 2nd ball when the aerial duel happens. So I would have Jack or Kai play more long balls targeting Uhre/Carranza/Bedoya down that right wing. That would allow our team to stay back and within their positions and only attack with 4 at times.

Someone asked about reasons for my ED and it got me thinking. This post is way too long for a comment so I’ve made it a post. It is probably very triggering as it’s about my eating disorder also mentions sexual assault, self harm and suicide.
I was a gymnast 16-20 hours a week, I could eat what I wanted and stay thin. I think it started around 14. A group of girls I use to hang around with at lunch time didn’t eat lunch, it never occurred to me I could do that. Soon turned into one meal or no food, plus 3-4 hours of intense exercise. I liked the way it felt. To have my uniform hang off me, the lightness. I felt small and hidden. I was very shy, hardly ever spoke and just wanted to fit in, luckily I was never bullied (not by my peers at least, the emotional abuse at home was horrendous). The thinner I got, people started gravitating towards me and I didn’t even realise, I never had many friends before that. But I was also still anxious, I didn’t feel good enough at gymnastics. I was scared of failure, especially at school. I wanted to be perfect. I think hitting puberty was also a reason, I hated having breasts and hips they made my leotard feel too revealing. I found my period inconvenient, I wanted it to stop. I remember changing for PE and wanting to hide my body. But I look back at photos and I was skeletal. I think I also liked the attention which I didn’t get at home, it was more just looks from teachers, they never said anything but they were kind to me. But in my head I thought maybe if I get really skinny, they’ll like me, talk to me. I loved Matilda as a child and wanted a mom like miss honey, to show affection and love me lol. Ahh that’s sad. I didn’t feel loved by my parents.
Things broke down at home even more, it had been a messy divorce and constant custody issues with my parents since I was 4, my dad was going through his second divorce now and blamed his kids, me. One night he was drunk/high and he became violent. I think that broke a part of me.
I was one of the older girls at gymnastics by now (15-16) I felt huge compared to most of the younger girls and my focus was on the older ones, who were very thin and delicate. I never felt delicate, just massive. Looking back there were girls bigger than me, strong beautiful women. I also didn’t have the energy and said I wanted to focus on school, which I guess had some truth, so I quit. By now I was being asked what I wanted to do for a career. I had no idea. I never thought about the future but a science teacher suggested medicine. I enjoyed science the most so went with it. Grades were very celebrated in my family and being praised felt good, I didn’t want to let anyone down.
Quitting gymnastics meant I could no longer eat as much, I wasn’t exercising as much, right? So I would go days without eating but I would still exercise, go for long runs at night. I started abusing laxatives at this time because I had started binge eating. Then I started college, I was drunk and carried off by a man and SA’d. I had been assaulted before as a child but that didn’t seem to affect me at the time. I didn’t even realise until I was older. I told a councillor and she said you got drunk and regretted it. It was my fault, I thought, I was drunk. But I told him to stop. He physically carried me to secluded place. I remember reaching to grab someone’s hand and they giggled. I started self harming, it became an addiction. I would cry all the time, argue with my mom. I remember being hit over and over by her and dissociating for the first time, it was so scary (and crazy to think about, we would argue about absolutely nothing, she was so horrible when I was a child and I have no idea why). I got kicked out a few times. I was spiralling, past abuse came to the surface and nothing made sense, I think this was the first time I wanted to die at 16. I drank and slit my wrists. But it wasn’t deep enough. I can’t remember what happened after, my mom never found out. My goal was to get to university so I could move out. I would go through periods of recovery, eating normal, especially over breaks from school when I was home all the time with my sister and mum. But at school, I still skipped breakfast and lunch, I spent all my free time in the library hiding from groups of people. People that would be eating. I was withdrawn.
I made it to university, I didn’t get into medicine. I had the grades but got no offers at first. Then I received an interview shortly after results were published (usually interviews are offered before finals and based on the condition you get the grades needed). This was my one shot. Unfortunately, I had a panic attack in the interview and left. I went with my second choice instead, no interview was required. I felt like a failure. I had failed. Living alone (away from parents) meant my ED was in full force now. I could avoid eating all together, I could binge and purge whenever and self harm. I remember my flatmate asking me one drunken night about an entire tub of ice cream that had gone and I told her. Her response was you’re not that skinny so it’s okay. I was shook, lol. I had terrible anxiety, which just got worse. I struggled to make friends. Lectures made me panic, too many people. I saw a doctor for depression/anxiety but avoided telling them about my ED, I didn’t want them to make me stop. I tried medication but it just got worse, I said my goodbyes but was then taken to the hospital. I was referred to a psychiatrist who told me I had BPD. I started stronger medication, antipsychotics and they really messed me up. I got worse, withdrew from all friendships (they always wanted to go out and eat or drink, but that was too many calories). I threw myself into studying and passed all my exams. I was never overweight or underweight during this time (compared to my gymnast days) but my eating was very disordered.
Back home, again. Struggling to get a job because interviews made me panic, how am I meant to say you should pick me, when I feel like shit? I would overdose a couple more times (I don’t know how I’m here), got treated in the hospital, all without nobody knowing. I would overdose and then go to work like nothing happened. I still felt like a failure, I wasn’t using my degree. Life felt empty, boring. What was the point? I had to do this for another 50+ years? No thank you. Tried all kinds of medications but nothing seemed to work or I would gobble them all up and then not have anymore so would just have to withdraw. I finally got a job with my degree but was so depressed, I stopped going, I didn’t get out of bed. I had an argument with my mom, I got kicked out and overdosed in my car. I was vomiting the pills up (they were so bitter) and was taken to hospital after talking to a suicide hotline. This was the first time she found out. I moved in with my brother and felt insanely guilty, a burden on him. He had a daughter too, my niece, and I didn’t want to affect her. He is so kind, I remember him making tea for me and my niece and there were no arguments at the dinner table. He is very athletic/health conscious too, and didn’t have any binge foods around the house. I never b/p during this time but still restricted. I managed to get myself together and got a job. It was the first job I could hold down. I saved up and got my own place. I stayed in that role for 7 years. I did have times when I would relapse binge-purge-restrict but I truly think that job saved my life in a way. I felt valued, I was helping other people. I opened up to my coworkers a little and they shared their experiences with SA and eating disorders (I never told them about mine, I couldn’t talk about it, but they helped me so much by being open and kind). A coworkefriend once told me how I looked so much healthiehappier now and that I was too thin when I started (it didn’t trigger me, she was being nice). She probably doesn’t remember but she had noticed. Sure my family was always commented how I was skinny, but nobody else ever said anything. Someone had noticed.
I recently looked at some old photos from Covid times and was shocked how swollen my cheeks and face was. I went through a period of being very bulimic. b/p every day (I would puke into a bucket in the shower until it was almost full) a particularly low point was when I was actually b/p at work or in public toilets. It has always been something I’d done at home. I was still depressed. Eventually, I started looking into psychedelics and it did help a little however things were bad where I lived, my neighbours were bullying me over parking, which just escalated for no reason, they would spit on my door and damage my car, which affected me quite a bit. Other neighbours had moved out because of them. After Covid, I moved into my car. It was cramped lol. I moved back to my mums after a panic attack. I remember going to a hen do with my friends from high school. Alcohol and not being able to relate to any of them (and being back home) triggered me badly. I overdosed. My mom found me and called the ambulance. I remember the paramedics gasping at my body, I was bones and felt proud about it. I escaped the hospital and carried on. I did see another psychiatrist who I told about my ED. The medical notes make me laugh, I told her my weight as being *KG I have no idea why or what I weighed, I’m 5’7 and she comments something like ‘unlikely, pt wearing baggy jumper, eating disorder’ ah confirmation at last. It’s not in my head?
Found myself a new place and here I am. I haven’t b/p for 3 years now, I’m 30, but I have taken up smoking and barely eat. Im struggling to find joy in anything lately. Talking to other people is hard. My weight is dropping fast and that feels good. I think I’m always a bit curious how much I can lose, sometimes I just seem to ‘recover’ and eat relatively normal. I still feel like a failure and unloveable/unlikeable. I don’t have any friends (there are people who talk to me but I never know why, I think I fear rejection and being hurt). I just don’t feel connected to anything except my ED, it’s the only thing that comforts me. I haven’t been intimate with anyone since being SA’d and just feel too embarrassed about it, embarrassed about my body in general, if I’m a normal weight I feel too fat, if I’m underweight I feel too boney. The worst part is that people are so much nicer to me when I’m restricting. It fucks with my head. I’m just kind of waiting to die in a way, I don’t feel sad about it. It’s easier to carry on doing what I’m doing than to attempt again. I’m scared it won’t work or I’ll end up in a worse position. I also don’t want to upset my family.
Idk maybe you can relate? Does any of this make sense. I’m not very articulate sorry, but that felt good to get off my chest.

Not going to make this long, throwaway account. I was engaged for two years to a woman who I believed at the time was my soulmate. We did everything together and loved everything about eachother. Back in December she got a new job and started making more money, she was surrounded by male coworkers and I was working a lot more as I was rising at my job and we were saving for a house, you see where this is going. Long story short she cheats on me with a coworker, and for the next 4 months it’s a back and forth of her wanting to change and get back with me and me catching her in lie after lie. We slept together multiple times last month and we’re working on things and all the while she never broke up with this other dude even when she told me she did. The last 4 months have brought me so low because I give her chance after chance and she keeps betraying my trust and lying to me. Finally it all came to a head when I caught her for the 7th, yes 7th time still with this dude after claiming to commit to me again. Now she talks to me like she hates me and threatens to throw all the shit I still have at her house out. Todays phone call absolutely shattered what was left of my self worth. I asked her why she keeps going back to him and she told me “he’s a better fit” and the fact that my self esteem seems so low is unattractive to her and the other guy has more self respect. She put me in this place and is leaving me again because of it. I’m in so much immense pain because I’m the victim and am now being treated like the villain. I’m still not over her, I still love her and I still miss her so much. I don’t know what to do.

Person (woman, I am male) friend requests me on Facebook. Their profile says they are from my area and I thought I knew them, so I accept. Messages me a day or so later, saying hey, just small talk. I figured this was a scam and I asked what they want, they say nothing just thought I'm good looking and what to chat.
I still figure it's a scam so I keep going since I have some IT skills and I like to mess with scammers. Long story short, she gets kind of ... aggressive? and says she would have sex with me, etc. So I ask for a pic of her, and tell her I will send a link to some pics of me. Link is actually infected with an IP Tracker, which they do end up clicking.
Oddly, they are in the USA, a few states over. I say hey, where are you located now.. and they say the location from which the IP is logging in from. Never seen this before. I never sent any photos of myself but obviously there are many on my FB page. She still asked for a selfie since the link didn't work. The pic she sent me was PG-13 but pretty "sexy" and looked just like the girl who owns this profile. Hasn't asked for money or anything but I have never in my years seen a woman go from HI how are you to, oh I'd do you, within 15 or 20 IM exchanges.
The profile definitely seems weird, like at one point it was hacked after being normal for some time. I noted this, and she said that she had to delete her FB for a long time and just recently came back. I asked why she found me and she said she was searching for somebody with my same first name. I'm so confused, because any scam I've been on the end of, they either have HORRIBLE English grammar, or they get to the chase pretty fast.
Has anyone had something like this happen? What is the chance this is actually a young woman randomly chatting me up, by mistake? I'm obviously insanely skeptical but the IP thing has me so lost.

Hi! New here, a friend recommended this sub after I complained about my bra woes. I had a double mastectomy and reconstruction several years ago. Everything went well in terms of healing, but I find bra shopping to be a real struggle and am hoping for some suggestions. Please let me know if I should add more or less information or if I tagged the post incorrectly.
Background: I had a very large chest pre-op (38H or so, US), and mostly wore Lane Bryant underwire bras because that’s the main thing that fit me. It was impossible (and honestly not really desirable) to recreate my former chest with the implants. Doctors gave me very large silicone implants under the muscle after I did expanders. I don’t remember the exact CCs but I remember my doctor flipping to the far back of the pamphlet. Compared to other friends who have had mastectomies, I had more issues with extra skin and volume and fluid. Overall I think my implants came out very well - I’ve had other nurses and doctors tell me as much. The main lingering thing is that I want to wear a bra all the time, including for sleep, because I find that some mild compression feels better. The muscles can get sore if I go braless for long, thought it’s easy enough to do for a special occasion like a fancy dress.
I’d like to find some nicer bras to invest in. I’ve mostly gotten by with things I’ve grabbed off the shelf at Costco after some department store runs left me teary and stressed. I haven’t really done much online shopping.
Current Needs * I used the calculator and it said I was 38DD/E. I’ve generally not tried traditional bra sizes lately and just stuck to XL sizing. * I cannot do underwire or anything that is significantly structured. I compare my current breasts to already wearing a bra. It’s like I’m looking for a bra to wear over a bra, if that makes sense. They have some give to them, but they mostly stand up on their own and aren’t really squishy. Anything with underwire just ends up riding up over my boobs. * I do like a molded bra. The breasts are slightly misshapen and so something that does the smoothing and molding of a t-shirt bra makes clothes sit much more nicely, especially if they are at all clingy. So finding something with some padding (but absolutely no push-up) is best, as it gives my breasts a more rounded natural shape. I’ll also say that I really prefer when any lining is sewn in, I’ve mostly had removable insert bras and find them more annoying to wash/maintain. * I have more loose skin/fat underneath my arms and around my back. I liken it to my former breasts pulled the skin forward with their weight, and now there’s nothing pulling it so it gets more bulgy easily. Anything smoothing or with extra wide bands would be a plus. One contradiction of that is that I have also enjoyed my new cleavage options, so something that has that side coverage but a deep v in front would be ideal (if it exists…) * Previously I’ve had more success with bralettes, sports bras, or other pull over options, but I really prefer bras that have a clasp in the back for wearing under work tops, etc. They are easier to take on and off. And non-racerback strap options would be good for certain shirts. And soft fabric is very important for skin irritation, etc. I had some fun when I first had my surgery getting “cute” lacy bras, but they are itchy!
Whew that seems like such a long wishlist! I’ve been hiding out in Costco sports bras to avoid this for years, but am ready to try some things again. I realize my entire wishlist may not exist in a single bra, but would love some tips and ideas. I’ve gotten targeted ads for Honeylove, which seemed promising, but not sure what else to look at. There’s a whole new world of bras out there since I last went shopping!

tldr: AI can make cards; how long will individual research last?
AI Evidence+ the card-cutting industry
LLMs are getting /real/ good.
Example: put this prompt into (free) Gemini:
"Please give me a source on the numbers of jobs that would be gained through Free Trade Agreements, with the important passages in bold"
Paid ChatGPT(4o, for example )+ have Internet access, along with other LLMs.
I make PF lectures, and sell Briefs to fund the project. But these cards, briefs, and in short time cases, will be a prompt away.
Question: How long will the Status Quo last? And has it already dissolved? How can debate-industry companies provide valuable materials (if at all)?
My answer: time is running out, for the concept of skilled research in debate at all. Companies may have diminished value prop, but the sport of debate itself will face a (perhaps existential) reduction in value to students.

Hi! I'm writing to hopefully get some clarity on this job position before I quit my current job.
Upon fingerprinting, I was handed a single piece of paper and was told this is a part time, non-career position, which MAY lead to full time career position. I was not aware of this when I applied. When I received the call offering me the job, I asked a few questions, including what the above clause meant. She said I can be promoted to full time/career at any point in my first year, but if I'm not, at the end of the year, I must take a mandatory five day period off and be "let back on". What on earth does any of this mean? Is it just a loophole so they don't have to give you benefits/pension?
Separately, can anyone give me a day in the life of a CCA? -just a very brief idea of what it's like? Is there any possibility they may put me at the counter if they're short staffed? or have me do a different job completely because they can? My current job just puts me wherever they need help and it drives me crazy, considering I applied for a SPECIFIC position.
If anyone has any insight on any of this please let me know.

Hello! A few days ago, I accidentally chopped off a short part of the stem of my Peperomia Hope. I was trying to pack away my sewing machine and I didn't notice that a part of the stem had gotten stuck between the plastic cover as I was sliding it over the machine which ended up chopping a good two inches of the stem. After kicking myself in the gut for doing that, I cut the stem shorter till the next point with leaves. Is my plant going to grow back from the cut that I made?

Hello, I will be travelling to Manila in July, and from Manila I'll be visiting Seoul for a few days then going back to Manila. I know that Canadian citizens do not need a visa or K-ETA, but does that apply if I'm travelling from a country which citizens need to have K-ETA to enter?
For more context: I have a Canadian passport, was a Filipino citizen until I changed citizenships a couple years ago. I'm visiting family in July and decided to also visit South Korea for a short while bc plane tickets are cheaper from MNL to ICN compared to Vancouver to ICN.

Okay so I know I am probably screw with all of this but I thought I’d start this discussion and get some feedback from you cleared folks. So I currently support an IC agency as a contractor. A year ago I started dating a Russian born now US naturalized citizen who has lived here 17 years. Her family is also living here in the United States and has been. I had never met her family until last this past February during a short trip. I honestly never met them before then but like an idiot I didn’t think to report it because of how brief it was and had never met them prior. Yes, I know it was fucking stupid of me and I should have. Her parents are foreign nationals who are considered legal permanent residents. My girlfriend and I have been toying with the notion of possibly living together so we were advised to complete the cohabitation request form.
So I spoke to my security manager and she said to report her and her parents asap so I submitted foreign contact forms as requested for all 3. Yesterday I was just informed that the agency I support is now opening up a Reinvestigation into the report and today I was just informed by my employer that I have been removed from the schedule and was told not to report to work until the investigation is completed or pending the outcome. Right after I reported all this originally I was asked to come into a meeting with my program management randomly for a same day meeting so I did only to be ambushed by my security manager and the agencies ASO interrogating about my girlfriend and her family. I answered all there questions to the best of my ability and in the end the ASO said that everything should be fine as long as the parents check out.
So now we are back to present day and it’s seeming like my clearance is fucked and now I am starting a whole new BI after just completing my last one which ended after 2 years in April 2024. Not sure what else to say her but I guess looking for some advice or something positive. Could this lead to criminal charges or just result in my clearance being revoked?!Thanks

To give some context, I moved to the US when I was 21 and I turned 35 this year. I first came for a semester only originally, but went home again for another 6 months before moving back permanently.
When I first moved here I met my first boyfriend ever at the apartment complex we lived in. It was very organic, I was by myself at the pool one night and two gays guy around my age were hanging out. We end up chatting, hanging out, and the rest is history. I started dating one of them almost immediately, as we couldn’t stop hanging out after that night. I became friends with the other guy and I remember him telling me about grinder (it was very new at the time) but I didn’t pay much attention and the concept of flirting with guys that could see how close you were seemed weird to me.
So I end up having the cutest and realest relationship I ever had. It lasted the 6 months, broke my heart when I had to leave and we did long distance until I returned. (think "call me by your name" but in california and without the age gap. it was magical)
It didn’t last after I came back, we were just kids, so then I downloaded grinder for the first time at the age of 22 and it's kinda of sad now to think in hindsight how it's been a sick cycle of hooks up and ghosting for the past 12 years since that day (I remember vividly the first time I downloaded it).
Im not saying I was never happy again after that and I’m kinda glad I didn’t spend too long in a relationship at such a young age, but those 6 months were definitely a highlighted era in my lifetime and Im so glad I got to live it. (It was also 2012 and I only had a dumb phone since I was only here for a semester - so no grinder and social media which I think was an important ingredient for the recipe that resulted in such a good time)
Sometimes I feel like Im wasting my life away on these apps and that they are sucking my soul through the screen - but then I think Im being dramatic about it and remember of the fun and hot hook ups I had.
So when I think back of a decade of being a single gay man (I was in a relationship again for 3 years in 2018-21, when I was 30. We met on tinder, I wasn’t really in love with the guy (but I stayed). So it seems like I failed at knowing myself and finding a long term partner. But again, a lot of the hooks up were fun and did help me find out a lot about my sexuality that I wouldn’t have with just theory and watching porn. Some hook ups also developed into friendships and short time crushes at times, which were also fun and worth-having experiences, even with the let downs of it all.
So I couldn’t help but wonder… (30+ gays will get it)
For the guys with a similar story out there, where you have been single and hooking up + casually dating for most of your adult life: How do you feel about it? Was it worth it? Do you think it impacted your chances of getting into a monogamous long term relationship at the age you are now? Are you still on grinder?
At this point I’m considering deleting grinder, hinge and tinder. I even have been considering being celibate for a while to see if I can “reset” my emotional and sexual brain. But its kinda scary because it's where I get 99% of interaction with gay man at this day and age, which is also weird to think about.
I’m just getting to a conclusion that grinder may have fucked with me (and our whole community) permanently and all of the fun I got from it was not worth it. If anyone has thoughts on that too would be interesting to hear it, and thanks for reading all of this.

Interested in a CPO Integra - drove both trims and on the short drive I believe I noticed the A Spec Tech handled bumps better.
Anyone with a base 23/24 speak to long term ride quality? Would love to save a few bucks with the base, as I think the A Spec Tech would be out of my range - but want to make sure the ride isn’t too bouncy in the Base.
Coming from a 2017 GTI that’s been riding a bit harsh lately.

At first I looked at the Reddit posts from the account but there was nothing of substance there. Thinking the name is suppose to be an acronym I tired typing it into Twitch and YouTube. Then I went to Google. When I searched up AIMA an investing firm for "the alternative investment industry" called "The Alternative Investment Management Association". I might have shoved too many crayons in my ears but "Alternative investment industry" sounds a lot like "meme stocks" to me. So I didn't find a streamer but I did find something stock related.
They have a section called DDQ (Due Diligence Questionaire). Which I can't view because I am not a member but it caught my attention. Their podcast (Long-Short) is viewable if you don't have an account and one of their recent podcast segments is titled "What’s it like trying to take down a multi-billion-dollar financial giant?". They also have a number of videos you can watch without an account.
Just off the bat I don't think this is directly GME related. Roaring Kitty has always been about educating yourself and making your own choices when investing. I think the idea is that anyone could be Roaring Kitty you just need to see and understand what you are looking at. Educating ourselves about the alternative investment industry sounds like a good idea to me. What do you guys make of this?