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2012.06.29 08:33 TheGreatSzalam Because Christians can put text on pictures too
Religious institutions are hilarious. Nobody knows that more than those of us who find ourselves IN them every week. Let's share our humor with others.
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A place for sharing videos, gifs, and images of animals being totally hilarious.
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2024.05.21 11:47 jewelsonit [TOMT][COMIC][2020s] Funny / Disturbing Comic series from instagram
Hey everyone,
I looking for the artist page (or name) of a comic creator.
I stumbled across his art 2-3 years ago on instagram and I failed to save any of his arts. His comics are always hilarious, funny, dark, in some way disturbing and sometimes nothing but outrageous. It often depicts a bit of violence, sex and plot twists!
There is one comic in which a woman gets impregnated by a man, then bears the child, but wouldn't cut the umbilical cord - so the child just keeps growing up while attached to the mother.
I wish I could recall any other, but that is all I can come up with. I have been searching already for a solid 2 hours without result, hoping that one of you guys knows, what I am looking for. Thanks so much!
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I looking for the artist page (or name) of a comic creator.
I stumbled across his art 2-3 years ago on instagram and I failed to save any of his arts. His comics are always hilarious, funny, dark, in some way disturbing and sometimes nothing but outrageous. It often depicts a bit of violence, sex and plot twists!
There is one comic in which a woman gets impregnated by a man, then bears the child, but wouldn't cut the umbilical cord - so the child just keeps growing up while attached to the mother.
I wish I could recall any other, but that is all I can come up with. I have been searching already for a solid 2 hours without result, hoping that one of you guys knows, what I am looking for. Thanks so much!
2024.05.21 11:10 Stylish_aesthetic My love letter to younger me / breakup letter to the Bahais :)
I'd like to share a lengthy and self-indulgent note about my history with the Baha'i community and the impact it had on my family and me. It's worth noting that I'm sharing this using a throwaway Reddit account that I generally reserve for browsing porn. I find funny to imagine a Baha'i apologist reading this, becoming angry and judgmental, and then, investigating my profile and ending up jerking off. With that said, let's dive into my story.
I want to share my experience in case it resonates with someone else, a lot of the stories on this Reddit helped me, and perhaps my story will give some comfort to someone else. It has taken me a while to write this down, and I'm glad I finally got around to doing it.
My parents emigrated from their homeland for reasons of principle and value. Upon their arrival, they were greeted by Baha'is who met them. And so, lovebombed and lavished with love, praise, and celebration for moving countries due to values that they portrayed as being closely aligned with the Baha'i faith, my parents fell for this validation and worked very hard once they became Baha'is in the mid-1980s.
My dad got rid of all of his whiskies, and swiftly, my parents began hosting potlucks and fireside chats, diligently working to integrate into the Baha'i ecosystem. Back then, the atmosphere was fairly light-hearted, with devotional gatherings, prayers, and a somewhat 1960s-esque hippie vibe. There was live guitar music, and joss sticks.
However, I remember Baha'i classes having an interesting edge. We were taught that Buddhists were not following a religion but merely a way of life, and that Hindus had become pantheistic because they had lost the core of their faith and religion, which had become corrupted over time. Thanks to Google, I can discover that yes indeed, this is from Lights of Guidance.
There was a significant emphasis on the importance of gender equality and the oneness of humanity – because, hey, the eighties. I feel sad there isn't anything anymore about the Virtues project - even if the Virtues project was sort of framed like it was created by Bahais.
Even in the 1980s, there was an overwhelming atmosphere that the key to being a good Baha'i was how you presented yourself rather than your actual behaviour. I recall learning an apocryphal tale of a young Baha'i who, while fasting, participated in an aerobics class and nearly fainted (yeah, aerobics, this is a real 80s fable), but was told by another Baha'i to prioritize representing the faith well over completing the fast because *it looked bad*. From a very early age, I learned the importance of putting the right face forward.
My parents then took their relationship with the Baha'i faith to the next level and volunteered at the World Centre in Haifa. As a child, this was a pretty interesting experience. I was suddenly immersed in the Iranian, or rather, Persian community, with its strong culture of martyrdom. Even as a child, every event seemed to feature graphic videos depicting young kids being taken from their homes. It was quite frightening, and I remember being afraid.
I also recall a strong sense of hierarchy within the community. My family lived in a small apartment with a very old, busted-up car from the 1970s, while others resided in nice homes with pleasant views and drove nice cars. I attended a local Israeli school, which was a cultural experience in itself, while my peers my age went to the much fancier American school. It's important to note that, at this point, the conversation about the "great catastrophe" – two-thirds of the world's population dying, leading to a period of peace and the entry by troops – was a prevalent topic openly discussed at the World Centre.
We completed our stint there, even living through the Gulf War. Upon returning to my birth country, my parents chose to live in places with smaller Baha'i communities, as they wanted to support and help establish Local Spiritual Assemblies. Things had changed by this point, not only because I was a teenager but also because the community itself had transformed. There was a significant Iranian presence everywhere, and the focus had shifted heavily towards rules, especially those related to sex, drinking, and drug use. There was also a huge emphasis on financial contributions to the faith, and it was the first time I began to see a somewhat materialistic outlook within the community.
As a preteen and teenager, I engaged in activities like dropping off flyers in mailboxes and soliciting strangers to talk about this great new religion, all in the name of “teaching”. I joined the local choir and sang, inspired by a crush I had on a girl there. This was probably the golden time of the community, with the choir doing outreach and a balance between Western and Iranian believers.
However, things began to accelerate. The Ruhi Institute and teaching became significant focal points. I was encouraged to bring a good friend of mine to a Baha'i camp, and once there, I was pressured to ask him to convert. It was very uncomfortable.
This Reddit loves cringe stories, so here is a winner: I had a birthday party with my non-Baha'i friends, and two older Baha'i girls attended. One of the girls ended up stalking my friend, showing up at his workplace and calling him at home with sexually suggestive comments. The matter was escalated to the Local Spiritual Assembly, but instead of talking to me about it, they basically ended my friendship with this kid. To me, this somehow captures so much of what it was like to be a Baha'i child and how Baha'i adults treat children to this day.
When I turned 15, I signed up for Baha'i membership because it was the expected thing to do. However, by the time I was in my early 20s and studying at university, I had started to interact more with the local, real-world community. This might seem like a small thing, but it was actually quite significant. You see, my parents had always felt a little bit on the outside compared to the average person on the street around them. This sense of elitism was really exacerbated by being a Baha'i because Baha'is would walk around in a cloud of self-assurance, slapping each other on the back and saying , "We don't do drugs. We've got all the answers and solutions, not like you." That was pretty much the attitude. It felt very socio-economic, with a lot of judgment towards working-class people. When the Iranians arrived, the cultural judgments grew even stronger.
But I was working in restaurants and learning about booze from bartenders. I had gotten to know real people. I had lost my virginity, and all that Bahai jazz seemed so much less relevant. I hardly even noticed when the year 2000 arrived without the predicted apocalypse, entry by troops, or any of the other anticipated events. Life went on. I lived in another country and met a girl, and we lived together.
Here is cringe story #2: my girlfriend /fiancé and I hosted a Bahai couple from my hometown. Despite being in my late 20s and engaged, and even though I hosted this gentleman in my house and helped him with his preparations for his business and presentations in the country where I lived, he reported to the Local Spiritual Assembly that I was living with a woman and we weren't married. It was absolutely amazing. The level of judgment still grosses me out.
I started to reflect on what the religion had meant to me and saw how it had changed. The obsession with fundraising was becoming ever more strident and panicked. The gaps in the actual scriptural logic of the religion were becoming more exacerbated as real-world problems still ran rife, and real-time discussions on social media brought these issues to light. It took me a while to start really digging into it, and it was only much later, when I started therapy, that I realized I needed to formally resign from the religion.
Looking back, it's astonishing how this religion, which professes to have such blind equality between the genders, as if other religions have some kind of hardwired sexism, actually had hardwired sexism in how the Universal House of Justice operates. A religion that taught the oneness of humanity, as if all humanity is equal and other religions don't recruit from anyone they can find, places divisors. Although of course, Bahai’s can’t recruit from Israeli Jews, so much for oneness of humanity. But this religion has taught that all humanity is equal, unless, of course, you're gay. Then you can't get married, let alone have sex.
There are other principles I haven't touched on, such as non-involvement in politics, unless it involves things happening to Baha'is or politics in Iran. The principle of independent investigation of the truth doesn't seem to work if you might investigate something that's not in line with the Baha'i perspective. The idea of a universal language? I don't really see any evidence that they're even really thinking about that one. The unity between science and religion? A religion that only allows men to sit on its senior board of a global theocracy probably isn't going to jive with a contemporary scientific perspective…. I mean, apparently you don't need a penis to be a man anymore, right?
In between these moments are my colorful memories of random things, like endless discussions about the boundaries of physical intimacy, people getting married at the age of 16 because they had exemptions for being Persian, and meeting Ms. Khanoom in Israel, feeling some sadness that the lone woman who at least brought some feminine energy to the World Centre is now gone, replaced by 12 boring men.
I've had conversations with my wife where I tried to explain what Baha'is actually do. She just wonders why they aren't doing stuff like normal religions do, like reading to the elderly or supporting schools for the disabled. I explain that's not the target demographic. I remember a wealthy man brought to firesides who obviously nobody else wanted to listen to, but we all sat around and applauded him like he was a great ukulele player and a clever man. He pointed out a hilariously Iranian man who was an alternative healer, and they got into a debate about modern medicine. The wealthy man said, "Well, you should see my daughter and what she studied. She studies Law." And then quickly changed the subject when asked about her name since I studied at the same Law school. Here's this man who's self-aware enough to join the adoration of his crowd but doesn't want his daughter mixed up in it in any way. Absolutely hilarious. Make that cringe story #3.
This reflection was sort of sparked when my wife and I discovered that the writings attributed to Rumi, which Baha'is often quote, is the same guy who started the Whirling Dervishes. We read about Rumi and I realized just how different he is from Baha'u'llah. Rumi wrote poetry, but he didn't pretend to be a prophet of God. He was just offering a different dynamic for how to interpret spirituality. He didn't say he was part of some sort of cycle. There's something beautiful about that simplicity. And needless to say, Rumi lived long before the Baha'is ever started.
It makes me wonder, will anyone ever watch the equivalent of a whirling dervish dance for the Baha'is?
The obsession with appearances sounds like a joke, but it isn't. It wasn't for me. Some bad stuff happened to me on my trip to Israel. When we got there, my parents didn't understand why I was so upset about everything. It was a culture shock, attending a local school, not speaking Hebrew, being lumped together with Russian kids who also didn't speak Hebrew, and getting beaten up in the toilet. It wasn't a very good time for me.
So, I was sent to counsel with a local Israeli counselor. After several sessions, she instructed that I had to sit down with my parents and tell them what I needed to tell them, particularly about the shadow that had come over me since coming to Israel. My parents were enraged when I said, “I wish we never became Bahai”.
And so, we returned from the Holy Land and moved to a tiny community that was struggling to get members. To this day, my parents are still members. I've resigned so I'm never dubbed a "covenant breaker." I'm pretty sure my parents know that I resigned because they literally never raise the topic of the Baha'i faith with me. I wish the religion had some interesting cosmology, something mystical, some interesting new take on the universe, or provided my family with tools to handle being migrants or raising teenagers. At the very least, it could have given us a common language we could have used to bond together. It did none of that.
But to be fair, if it wasn't the Baha'is, some other rinky-dink cult would have love-bombed my parents back in the 1980s. Of course, it would have been so much more fun if it had featured more sex and drugs 😊
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I want to share my experience in case it resonates with someone else, a lot of the stories on this Reddit helped me, and perhaps my story will give some comfort to someone else. It has taken me a while to write this down, and I'm glad I finally got around to doing it.
My parents emigrated from their homeland for reasons of principle and value. Upon their arrival, they were greeted by Baha'is who met them. And so, lovebombed and lavished with love, praise, and celebration for moving countries due to values that they portrayed as being closely aligned with the Baha'i faith, my parents fell for this validation and worked very hard once they became Baha'is in the mid-1980s.
My dad got rid of all of his whiskies, and swiftly, my parents began hosting potlucks and fireside chats, diligently working to integrate into the Baha'i ecosystem. Back then, the atmosphere was fairly light-hearted, with devotional gatherings, prayers, and a somewhat 1960s-esque hippie vibe. There was live guitar music, and joss sticks.
However, I remember Baha'i classes having an interesting edge. We were taught that Buddhists were not following a religion but merely a way of life, and that Hindus had become pantheistic because they had lost the core of their faith and religion, which had become corrupted over time. Thanks to Google, I can discover that yes indeed, this is from Lights of Guidance.
There was a significant emphasis on the importance of gender equality and the oneness of humanity – because, hey, the eighties. I feel sad there isn't anything anymore about the Virtues project - even if the Virtues project was sort of framed like it was created by Bahais.
Even in the 1980s, there was an overwhelming atmosphere that the key to being a good Baha'i was how you presented yourself rather than your actual behaviour. I recall learning an apocryphal tale of a young Baha'i who, while fasting, participated in an aerobics class and nearly fainted (yeah, aerobics, this is a real 80s fable), but was told by another Baha'i to prioritize representing the faith well over completing the fast because *it looked bad*. From a very early age, I learned the importance of putting the right face forward.
My parents then took their relationship with the Baha'i faith to the next level and volunteered at the World Centre in Haifa. As a child, this was a pretty interesting experience. I was suddenly immersed in the Iranian, or rather, Persian community, with its strong culture of martyrdom. Even as a child, every event seemed to feature graphic videos depicting young kids being taken from their homes. It was quite frightening, and I remember being afraid.
I also recall a strong sense of hierarchy within the community. My family lived in a small apartment with a very old, busted-up car from the 1970s, while others resided in nice homes with pleasant views and drove nice cars. I attended a local Israeli school, which was a cultural experience in itself, while my peers my age went to the much fancier American school. It's important to note that, at this point, the conversation about the "great catastrophe" – two-thirds of the world's population dying, leading to a period of peace and the entry by troops – was a prevalent topic openly discussed at the World Centre.
We completed our stint there, even living through the Gulf War. Upon returning to my birth country, my parents chose to live in places with smaller Baha'i communities, as they wanted to support and help establish Local Spiritual Assemblies. Things had changed by this point, not only because I was a teenager but also because the community itself had transformed. There was a significant Iranian presence everywhere, and the focus had shifted heavily towards rules, especially those related to sex, drinking, and drug use. There was also a huge emphasis on financial contributions to the faith, and it was the first time I began to see a somewhat materialistic outlook within the community.
As a preteen and teenager, I engaged in activities like dropping off flyers in mailboxes and soliciting strangers to talk about this great new religion, all in the name of “teaching”. I joined the local choir and sang, inspired by a crush I had on a girl there. This was probably the golden time of the community, with the choir doing outreach and a balance between Western and Iranian believers.
However, things began to accelerate. The Ruhi Institute and teaching became significant focal points. I was encouraged to bring a good friend of mine to a Baha'i camp, and once there, I was pressured to ask him to convert. It was very uncomfortable.
This Reddit loves cringe stories, so here is a winner: I had a birthday party with my non-Baha'i friends, and two older Baha'i girls attended. One of the girls ended up stalking my friend, showing up at his workplace and calling him at home with sexually suggestive comments. The matter was escalated to the Local Spiritual Assembly, but instead of talking to me about it, they basically ended my friendship with this kid. To me, this somehow captures so much of what it was like to be a Baha'i child and how Baha'i adults treat children to this day.
When I turned 15, I signed up for Baha'i membership because it was the expected thing to do. However, by the time I was in my early 20s and studying at university, I had started to interact more with the local, real-world community. This might seem like a small thing, but it was actually quite significant. You see, my parents had always felt a little bit on the outside compared to the average person on the street around them. This sense of elitism was really exacerbated by being a Baha'i because Baha'is would walk around in a cloud of self-assurance, slapping each other on the back and saying , "We don't do drugs. We've got all the answers and solutions, not like you." That was pretty much the attitude. It felt very socio-economic, with a lot of judgment towards working-class people. When the Iranians arrived, the cultural judgments grew even stronger.
But I was working in restaurants and learning about booze from bartenders. I had gotten to know real people. I had lost my virginity, and all that Bahai jazz seemed so much less relevant. I hardly even noticed when the year 2000 arrived without the predicted apocalypse, entry by troops, or any of the other anticipated events. Life went on. I lived in another country and met a girl, and we lived together.
Here is cringe story #2: my girlfriend /fiancé and I hosted a Bahai couple from my hometown. Despite being in my late 20s and engaged, and even though I hosted this gentleman in my house and helped him with his preparations for his business and presentations in the country where I lived, he reported to the Local Spiritual Assembly that I was living with a woman and we weren't married. It was absolutely amazing. The level of judgment still grosses me out.
I started to reflect on what the religion had meant to me and saw how it had changed. The obsession with fundraising was becoming ever more strident and panicked. The gaps in the actual scriptural logic of the religion were becoming more exacerbated as real-world problems still ran rife, and real-time discussions on social media brought these issues to light. It took me a while to start really digging into it, and it was only much later, when I started therapy, that I realized I needed to formally resign from the religion.
Looking back, it's astonishing how this religion, which professes to have such blind equality between the genders, as if other religions have some kind of hardwired sexism, actually had hardwired sexism in how the Universal House of Justice operates. A religion that taught the oneness of humanity, as if all humanity is equal and other religions don't recruit from anyone they can find, places divisors. Although of course, Bahai’s can’t recruit from Israeli Jews, so much for oneness of humanity. But this religion has taught that all humanity is equal, unless, of course, you're gay. Then you can't get married, let alone have sex.
There are other principles I haven't touched on, such as non-involvement in politics, unless it involves things happening to Baha'is or politics in Iran. The principle of independent investigation of the truth doesn't seem to work if you might investigate something that's not in line with the Baha'i perspective. The idea of a universal language? I don't really see any evidence that they're even really thinking about that one. The unity between science and religion? A religion that only allows men to sit on its senior board of a global theocracy probably isn't going to jive with a contemporary scientific perspective…. I mean, apparently you don't need a penis to be a man anymore, right?
In between these moments are my colorful memories of random things, like endless discussions about the boundaries of physical intimacy, people getting married at the age of 16 because they had exemptions for being Persian, and meeting Ms. Khanoom in Israel, feeling some sadness that the lone woman who at least brought some feminine energy to the World Centre is now gone, replaced by 12 boring men.
I've had conversations with my wife where I tried to explain what Baha'is actually do. She just wonders why they aren't doing stuff like normal religions do, like reading to the elderly or supporting schools for the disabled. I explain that's not the target demographic. I remember a wealthy man brought to firesides who obviously nobody else wanted to listen to, but we all sat around and applauded him like he was a great ukulele player and a clever man. He pointed out a hilariously Iranian man who was an alternative healer, and they got into a debate about modern medicine. The wealthy man said, "Well, you should see my daughter and what she studied. She studies Law." And then quickly changed the subject when asked about her name since I studied at the same Law school. Here's this man who's self-aware enough to join the adoration of his crowd but doesn't want his daughter mixed up in it in any way. Absolutely hilarious. Make that cringe story #3.
This reflection was sort of sparked when my wife and I discovered that the writings attributed to Rumi, which Baha'is often quote, is the same guy who started the Whirling Dervishes. We read about Rumi and I realized just how different he is from Baha'u'llah. Rumi wrote poetry, but he didn't pretend to be a prophet of God. He was just offering a different dynamic for how to interpret spirituality. He didn't say he was part of some sort of cycle. There's something beautiful about that simplicity. And needless to say, Rumi lived long before the Baha'is ever started.
It makes me wonder, will anyone ever watch the equivalent of a whirling dervish dance for the Baha'is?
The obsession with appearances sounds like a joke, but it isn't. It wasn't for me. Some bad stuff happened to me on my trip to Israel. When we got there, my parents didn't understand why I was so upset about everything. It was a culture shock, attending a local school, not speaking Hebrew, being lumped together with Russian kids who also didn't speak Hebrew, and getting beaten up in the toilet. It wasn't a very good time for me.
So, I was sent to counsel with a local Israeli counselor. After several sessions, she instructed that I had to sit down with my parents and tell them what I needed to tell them, particularly about the shadow that had come over me since coming to Israel. My parents were enraged when I said, “I wish we never became Bahai”.
And so, we returned from the Holy Land and moved to a tiny community that was struggling to get members. To this day, my parents are still members. I've resigned so I'm never dubbed a "covenant breaker." I'm pretty sure my parents know that I resigned because they literally never raise the topic of the Baha'i faith with me. I wish the religion had some interesting cosmology, something mystical, some interesting new take on the universe, or provided my family with tools to handle being migrants or raising teenagers. At the very least, it could have given us a common language we could have used to bond together. It did none of that.
But to be fair, if it wasn't the Baha'is, some other rinky-dink cult would have love-bombed my parents back in the 1980s. Of course, it would have been so much more fun if it had featured more sex and drugs 😊
2024.05.21 08:47 Flimsy-Ebb-6764 Unintentionally funny moments [spoilers all]
I've just been replaying the attack on Haven, and I find it absolutely hysterical when Solas sees the army coming down the hill and says solemnly 'This bodes poorly.'
Oh really, Solas? You think this huge army suddenly attacking us bodes poorly? Thank you for your contribution.
I mean, possibly it was intended to be funny, but this is kind of a serious moment, so I presume not.
Are there other moments like this which you find unintentionally hilarious?
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Oh really, Solas? You think this huge army suddenly attacking us bodes poorly? Thank you for your contribution.
I mean, possibly it was intended to be funny, but this is kind of a serious moment, so I presume not.
Are there other moments like this which you find unintentionally hilarious?
2024.05.21 08:11 bellamyph A problem i tend to notice with certain Atheists.
I had no idea where to post this and didn't wanna trip off the main Atheism blog by accidentally saying something i shouldn't, so i'll put it here. This isn't a debate necessarily, just for discussion and up for input.
I'm being 100% genuine and as kind hearted as possible, because I dont mean any ill-will. Something I've noticed within this community is that disrespect to religion is so commonplace and it really confuses me why certain Atheists can't NOT believe in god and also be respectful about it, because if im being honest that kind of behavior makes us look worse, and I wish we wouldn't straight up just trash people for it. I'm not exactly the most religious myself (A mix of Agnostic and Atheist) and i dont really believe in any certain god for the most part? But i wouldn't shit on people for it because it's basic human decency and the bare minimum of respect to give, it's one thing to not like religion and thats obviously in your right as a human but it's another to just be rude to people about the fact you're not religious. This doesn't go for every Atheist here and forgive me if this is something that's not supposed to be here. But i mean it respectfully when I say all this. And there's a completely different conversation to be had on personal morals, because you're not obligated to like every Christian/Catholic/Any other religious group. You just can't pick and choose what you support if it's all based off the same text because i ALSO notice that certain Atheists will shit on Christianity, but then go to support other religions that straight up just aren't white or primarily American (Greek gods, Indian gods, Egyptian gods, etc). And there is no problem with that by itself.. the OTHER problem is the fact that they ALL come from eachother.
And there's no problem with supporting and learning about other religions, because I think culture *can* come with religion. It's just insane to me how people can just be so rude about Christianity + Catholicism like that and the way it gets BLATANTLY excused. Always left a bad taste in my mouth. Call me sensitive but I honestly really dont care?? I just think there should just be more respect commonplace in this community. About as much literacy as brick sometimes
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I'm being 100% genuine and as kind hearted as possible, because I dont mean any ill-will. Something I've noticed within this community is that disrespect to religion is so commonplace and it really confuses me why certain Atheists can't NOT believe in god and also be respectful about it, because if im being honest that kind of behavior makes us look worse, and I wish we wouldn't straight up just trash people for it. I'm not exactly the most religious myself (A mix of Agnostic and Atheist) and i dont really believe in any certain god for the most part? But i wouldn't shit on people for it because it's basic human decency and the bare minimum of respect to give, it's one thing to not like religion and thats obviously in your right as a human but it's another to just be rude to people about the fact you're not religious. This doesn't go for every Atheist here and forgive me if this is something that's not supposed to be here. But i mean it respectfully when I say all this. And there's a completely different conversation to be had on personal morals, because you're not obligated to like every Christian/Catholic/Any other religious group. You just can't pick and choose what you support if it's all based off the same text because i ALSO notice that certain Atheists will shit on Christianity, but then go to support other religions that straight up just aren't white or primarily American (Greek gods, Indian gods, Egyptian gods, etc). And there is no problem with that by itself.. the OTHER problem is the fact that they ALL come from eachother.
And there's no problem with supporting and learning about other religions, because I think culture *can* come with religion. It's just insane to me how people can just be so rude about Christianity + Catholicism like that and the way it gets BLATANTLY excused. Always left a bad taste in my mouth. Call me sensitive but I honestly really dont care?? I just think there should just be more respect commonplace in this community. About as much literacy as brick sometimes
2024.05.21 07:26 StonedMackin Lol at channels that that have "Paid Programming" and conveniently show no commercials
It's funny how these people could bombard us with commercials every 5 minutes or so for any other programming but when it comes to their "Paid Programming" (a half hour or so of straight marketing) programs they conveniently show no commercials, just let the marketing play. In a way it's good because they don't deserve that commercial money at that point anyway but it's just hilarious how when it comes to a marketing program they'll happily just let that play the whole way through.
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2024.05.21 07:26 StonedMackin Lol at channels that that have "Paid Programming" and show no commercials
It's funny how these people could bombard us with commercials every 5 minutes or so for any other programming but when it comes to their "Paid Programming" (a half hour or so of straight marketing) programs they conveniently show no commercials, just let the marketing play. In a way it's good because they don't deserve that commercial money at that point anyway but it's just hilarious how when it comes to a marketing program they'll happily just let that play the whole way through.
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2024.05.21 06:53 Icy_Investigator57 Funny things to say when someone says what's up
Taught my kid to say chillin' for a century tonight if someone asks him what's up. It is hilarious (and uplifting) to hear a kid say that. Just a quick brainstorm.
Can anyone think of anything funny along those lines
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Can anyone think of anything funny along those lines
2024.05.21 06:22 FroggyPhevoli I get called out in the weirdest situations
I was at a small comic con event this past weekend, and a trans woman came over and struck up a conversation with me. After a few minutes of chatting, she mentioned something in reference to her gender, then said to me “You look like you speak the same language.”
The thing that struck me funny about it was the fact that I was in full cosplay at the time. I’ve been out of the closet for ages, so I had no problem telling her that I’m nonbinary, but I have no idea how she managed to figure that out just by seeing me dressed as Avatar Aang.
That wasn’t even the weirdest time I got called out. A few years ago, I met an extremely intoxicated woman in a bar, who was fully convinced that her cat was transgender. Some guy who was also there didn’t believe her, so they got into an argument, and the woman tried to get me to back her up, even though I did not know this woman or her cat. In the middle of all this, she had a moment of clarity where she seemed totally sober for about 10 seconds, during which she stared me dead in the eye and said “I can tell you’re trans just by looking at you.”
Validating? Yes. Baffling? Also yes. Hilarious? Definitely yes.
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The thing that struck me funny about it was the fact that I was in full cosplay at the time. I’ve been out of the closet for ages, so I had no problem telling her that I’m nonbinary, but I have no idea how she managed to figure that out just by seeing me dressed as Avatar Aang.
That wasn’t even the weirdest time I got called out. A few years ago, I met an extremely intoxicated woman in a bar, who was fully convinced that her cat was transgender. Some guy who was also there didn’t believe her, so they got into an argument, and the woman tried to get me to back her up, even though I did not know this woman or her cat. In the middle of all this, she had a moment of clarity where she seemed totally sober for about 10 seconds, during which she stared me dead in the eye and said “I can tell you’re trans just by looking at you.”
Validating? Yes. Baffling? Also yes. Hilarious? Definitely yes.
2024.05.21 06:18 James_Readme "Calling a group cult assumes that people are brainwashed, which is a dangerous assumption"
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2024.05.21 06:07 Crowsbeak-Returns We're probably going to lose another of great word now. https://www.teenvogue.com/story/the-sinister-history-of-the-word-moron-explained
So, these imbeciles have gotten it itno their heads because bad word may have in part been developed in part by someone associated with the Eugenics movement we can't use that word. (I suspect the fetal achohol syndrome sufferers who wrote this don't like its become a alternative to a certain other beautiful word we can't use anymore). Also of course attacks the very concept of the asylum system that totally wouldn't be a good place to put every neurotic idiot who subscribes to the thought this article seeks to propagate. Also the attempt to tie that judge to weirdo white nationalists and the right as meaning just the right as a whole rather then a specific small section is funny. Should be noted both sides of the aisle united in TN to actually make this shit illegal and reprimanded said judge https://clarksvillenow.com/local/proposal-would-stop-judges-from-offering-less-jail-time-in-exchange-for-sterilization/
Also I love how they try to turn this into a diatribe against those who would like immigration lowered.
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Also I love how they try to turn this into a diatribe against those who would like immigration lowered.
The Sinister History of the Word "Moron," Explained
It's much more than just a casual insult.
By Marlena Scott
September 12, 2017FWHTTB The science of eugenics and sex life, the regeneration of the human race (1914)Z4 Collection / Alamy Stock Photo
OG History is a Teen Vogue series where we unearth history not told through a white, cisheteropatriarchal lens. In this piece, writer Marlena Scott explores the history of of the word "moron," which is tied to the eugenics movement in the United States.
"Moron" is commonly used to describe someone who has made a decision that is perceived as unwise, or to scold oneself over a mistake or slipup. Whichever way the word is flung around, the origins of "moron" are far more sinister.
The term is attributed to psychologist and eugenicist Henry H. Goddard, who used it to describe “feeble-minded” individuals. It is closely tied to the United States’s involvement in eugenics, a scientific term, meaning "well-born," that describes the belief that the human population can be controlled by breeding to increase the occurrence of desirable heritable characteristics. It focuses on eliminating “undesirable” individuals, singling out unmarried mothers, people of color, the poor, and those with disabilities. In the United States, eugenics influenced much of the immigration and segregation policies in the 20th century. "Moron" and other words like it — such as "idiot" — were used to support racist, classist ideas and to advance white supremacy behind the mask of scientific advancement.
According to a report from NPR's Code Switch, "moron" was born of Goddard’s fascination with intelligence and his desire to measure what it was and what it was not. In the early 20th century, psychologists grouped people who fell behind the ideal measure of intelligence into three categories that we now recognize as casual insults: “imbecile,” “idiot,” and “feeble-minded.” Goddard, unsatisfied with the existing terms, coined "moron" to embody both low intelligence and behavioral deviance. None of these endured as medical terms, but at the time they were enough to institutionalize someone and sterilize them as a means to prevent them from reproducing.
Goddard organized patients by disease, habit, or condition, as laid out in his 1911 work, Heredity of Feeblemindedness. He analyzed and coded families with the following qualities: "A, alcoholic (habitual drunkard); B, blind; C, criminal; D, deaf; Dwf, dwarf; E, epileptic; F, feeble-minded, either black letter, or white letter on black ground (the former when sex is unknown); I, insane; M, migraine; N, normal; Sx, grave sexual offender; Sy, syphilitic; T, tuberculous; W, wanderer, tramp, or truant." Goddard wrote of one family: “The offspring of the feeble-minded woman and this feeble-minded man were three feeble-minded children and two others who died in infancy. An illegitimate child of this woman is feeble-minded and a criminal.”
"The idiot is not our greatest problem. He is indeed loathsome. ... Nevertheless, he lives his life and is done. He does not continue the race with a line of children like himself. ... It is the moron type that makes for us our great problem," Goddard said in 1912.
The volume of immigrants coming into the country during the early 20th century was the highest it had ever been. According to the U.S. Census Bureau, between 1901 and 1910, 8,795,400 people immigrated to the United States, primarily from the area then known as Austria-Hungary, Italy, and Germany. It was essential to Goddard's work to ensure there were no "feeble-minded morons" in the bunch, so he sent assistants to Ellis Island in 1913 to observe and identify "morons" according to his methods. As previously mentioned, one of Goddard's methods included a pseudoscientific coded guide that looked something like a family tree. Goddard would study families, code their behavior by letter, and draw conclusions that the feeble-mindedness or blindness or deafness of the preceding generation would affect the children. According NPR's Code Switch, 40% of Italians, Hungarians, and Jewish people that were tested qualified as "morons" and were deported in 1913. Deportations doubled the following year.
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Those labeled "moron" could be institutionalized, deported, or sterilized in order to create a race of humans deemed superior by those in positions of influence and power, according to a New Yorker piece on the history of eugenics. Eugenics was widely embraced in academia and even celebrated at the World's Fair. In the first half of the 20th century, this movement in the U.S. led to the involuntary sterilization of around 60,000 people, mostly women of child-bearing age, who were subjectively deemed unfit to reproduce.
Federally funded sterilization programs were legalized in 32 states. The state of Virginia passed its Eugenical Sterilization Act in 1924, and to test the legality of the law, Carrie Buck, a poor 17-year-old girl from Charlottesville, was sent to the Virginia Colony for Epileptics and Feeble-Minded — an asylum for those deemed so-called "morons" where her mother, Emma, had been admitted just a few years prior. Carrie was pregnant as the result of rape and, after giving birth, was sterilized at the colony with no understanding of what was happening to her. The move was backed by law and further supported by the Supreme Court, as demonstrated in the 1927 Buck v. Bell case, in which the court ruled that the sterilization of the "unfit" — including the intellectually disabled — did not violate the due process clause of the Fourteenth Amendment. After observing Buck, her mother, and her grandmother — all poor white women — Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. delivered the opinion of the court, writing, "three generations of imbeciles was enough." This decision has never been overturned.
If this thought process sounds grossly aligned with ideals promoted in Nazi Germany, that’s because it is — but eugenics and the attempt to discontinue “feeble” bloodlines is American-bred. In the 1930s, Nazi leadership turned to American eugenics as inspiration in developing tactics to ensure the erasure of European Jews. In Mein Kampf, Adolf Hilter wrote, “There is today one state in which at least weak beginnings toward a better conception [of immigration] are noticeable. Of course, it is not our model German Republic, but [the U.S.] …”
Southern black women were sterilized en masse, often without consent, for much of the 20th century. It was a practice so common that it received a nickname: a "Mississippi appendectomy." The sterilization of Native Americans occurred as late as the 1980s. While some states have formally apologized for their role in the practice, the desire to control “undesirable” groups still persists among some in the U.S., leaving vulnerable populations at risk.
In May, Sam Benningfield, a general sessions judge in Tennessee, announced that he would offer shorter prison sentences to inmates — a population largely impacted by the nation's ongoing opioid crisis — who would undergo vasectomies or receive the birth control implant Nexplanon. "I'm trying to help these folks begin to think about taking responsibility for their life and giving them a leg up — you know, when they get out of jail — to perhaps rehabilitate themselves and not be burdened again with unwanted children and all that comes with that," Benningfield told CBS News. In July, the judge pulled the offer following protest from health officials and civil rights attorneys, according to The Washington Post.
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Nine decades after Carrie Buck was sterilized, white nationalists, white supremacists, neo-Nazis, and the so-called "alt-right" gathered in her hometown for "Unite the Right" rallies on August 11 and 12. Many of those present called for a "purer" race of human beings and chanted phrases like, "You will not replace us." The weekend ended in violence and the death of Heather Heyer, a 32-year-old woman who was killed when a driver slammed into a crowd of anti-racism counterprotesters.
2024.05.21 05:53 AthleteSeparate3151 Gg oilers
As funny as it would be for Canada to yet again fail to get a cup.... Seeing mcdavid and draisaitl lift the cup would be awesome. I really don't want a Canadian team to win the cup, because the drought and chokes are hilarious... Seeing them lift the cup would bring me joy. I can't think of two cup-less players that deserve one more than them.
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2024.05.21 05:34 TheLifeGodGaveMe Suicide: The Pain That Never Goes Away
An associate of mine recently committed suicide. He was a Master Sergeant in the United States Air Force. On November 28, 2022, he went onto the Langley AFB in Hampton, Virginia and hung himself. When I heard of the sad news, I was in shock and disbelief and I was devastated! I hadn’t seen or heard from him in about four or five years but we had a history together. I cared for him as a friend.
I was an Air Force wife for about ten years. In 2011, my ex-husband and I had gotten stationed at Langley Air Force Base, in Hampton, Virginia. About four years later, in 2015, we met the Montalvos. We all hung out a few times, whether it was a movie, going out to eat or inviting them to cookouts at our home. I remember how Master Sergeant Octavio Montalvo used to always have me laughing so hard, every time we all hung out together. He had an animated way of describing situations and sharing how he would respond in those situations. He kept us laughing. These are bitter-sweet memories now because he’s gone in one of the worse ways imaginable! I heard of the situation leading up to his suicide and, the way he responded to it is, by no means, a laughing matter (at all)!
Suicide is a pain that never goes away! When we kill ourselves, we may escape our pain but we transfer it to everyone we leave behind, who is connected to us. The pain of loss that he escaped was transferred to his parents, wife, son, younger brother, sister and other close family members, as well as close and distant friends. As I stated earlier, I hadn’t spoken with Octavio in about four or five years and when I heard what happened, I broke down crying and then I wept. I wept for days afterward. I kept thinking to myself, “Not him! I can’t believe it. Not Montalvo!” I could’ve believed it to be anybody BUT…him! I remembered him as the happy, funny jokester. But life — one of the worst parts of life — got ahold of him and wouldn’t let go. So he let go. And he left behind a lot of broken hearts. What he did hurt people that he never thought it would hurt. It affected people that he didn’t believe cared. Over a month later, I shed tears as I wrote this blog about him. It still hurts. I hurt for him. I still keep thinking, “There’s no do-overs. He’s not coming back. It’s over”. And that’s so very, very, very, very sad to me!
We never know who we affect with our permanent absence from this earth. The lies in our head tell us that no one cares about us and that those we care about will be better off without us. I couldn’t tell Montalvo, but I want to take the opportunity to tell any suicidal person who reads this, to give it one more day! ONE MORE DAY! PLEASE! — ONE. MORE. DAY! I can promise you that time makes a difference! I’ve been there myself. I’ve lived the extremely reckless life, not caring and hoping to die. I’ve strongly desired to just fall asleep and not wake up again. I’ve cried myself to sleep many nights. And I’ve woken up crying, many times, with tears streaming down the sides of my face before I could even open my eyes from my sleep. I’ve overdosed. I’ve raced down the road going close to 100 miles per hour, beating the steering wheel and wanting to die. I’ve tried to buy a gun to blow my brains out. And I’ve tried to hang myself too — but the door broke. I wrestled with suicidal ideations and attempts for about twenty years. All I needed was one more day.
Tomorrow came and it didn’t get better. So, I needed one more day! The next day came and things were worse! So, I needed one more day! MY GOD!!!! I needed one more day! I wouldn’t be here, living a better life, had I succeeded in any of my suicidal attempts. I wouldn’t be here as a living testimony to the goodness that one more day brings. Somebody needs me! Somebody needs the hope of my life story. Somebody needs you too and they need the hope of your life story!
Oftentimes, it gets WAY worse, before it gets better. And that’s the truth! But, what’s also true is that, when it gets worse, it means that it’s about to get better! Maybe not today, tomorrow, next week or next year. But, I can guarantee you one thing: with Jesus, it has no choice but to get better! I’m remembering a quote from a prison inmate I used to correspond with. He said, “Tough times don’t last; tough people do”. You’re stronger than you think! You’ve been through worse! Everything you’ve been through has made you stronger … TOUGHER!
The Lord God, Yahweh, is training you for a battle that’s only suited for the best! You’re chosen and destined for a greatness that no one can fulfill like YOU can fulfill it! It’s like the Marines. Not just anyone can join and make it through the Marine Corp (or any other military branch)! You have to have GRIT! You have to be tough. And it starts with training the MIND! You’ve come way too far in life — in the training — to give up now! There is no turning back. So you may as well put another foot forward and take one more step. Rest, if you must, but don’t give up! Because it gets a whole lot better and, when life is at its hardest, that means a rest-break is right around the corner! You’re not as weak as you were when you first started. You have core strength now. Look back over your life and see how far you’ve come. You’ve said that you couldn’t make it before but you did! Your resume says that you’re a survivor. One of the few. One of the proud! Give it one more day because suicide is not the answer. Suicide is actually the pain that never goes away!
— NaTarsha Harris
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I was an Air Force wife for about ten years. In 2011, my ex-husband and I had gotten stationed at Langley Air Force Base, in Hampton, Virginia. About four years later, in 2015, we met the Montalvos. We all hung out a few times, whether it was a movie, going out to eat or inviting them to cookouts at our home. I remember how Master Sergeant Octavio Montalvo used to always have me laughing so hard, every time we all hung out together. He had an animated way of describing situations and sharing how he would respond in those situations. He kept us laughing. These are bitter-sweet memories now because he’s gone in one of the worse ways imaginable! I heard of the situation leading up to his suicide and, the way he responded to it is, by no means, a laughing matter (at all)!
Suicide is a pain that never goes away! When we kill ourselves, we may escape our pain but we transfer it to everyone we leave behind, who is connected to us. The pain of loss that he escaped was transferred to his parents, wife, son, younger brother, sister and other close family members, as well as close and distant friends. As I stated earlier, I hadn’t spoken with Octavio in about four or five years and when I heard what happened, I broke down crying and then I wept. I wept for days afterward. I kept thinking to myself, “Not him! I can’t believe it. Not Montalvo!” I could’ve believed it to be anybody BUT…him! I remembered him as the happy, funny jokester. But life — one of the worst parts of life — got ahold of him and wouldn’t let go. So he let go. And he left behind a lot of broken hearts. What he did hurt people that he never thought it would hurt. It affected people that he didn’t believe cared. Over a month later, I shed tears as I wrote this blog about him. It still hurts. I hurt for him. I still keep thinking, “There’s no do-overs. He’s not coming back. It’s over”. And that’s so very, very, very, very sad to me!
We never know who we affect with our permanent absence from this earth. The lies in our head tell us that no one cares about us and that those we care about will be better off without us. I couldn’t tell Montalvo, but I want to take the opportunity to tell any suicidal person who reads this, to give it one more day! ONE MORE DAY! PLEASE! — ONE. MORE. DAY! I can promise you that time makes a difference! I’ve been there myself. I’ve lived the extremely reckless life, not caring and hoping to die. I’ve strongly desired to just fall asleep and not wake up again. I’ve cried myself to sleep many nights. And I’ve woken up crying, many times, with tears streaming down the sides of my face before I could even open my eyes from my sleep. I’ve overdosed. I’ve raced down the road going close to 100 miles per hour, beating the steering wheel and wanting to die. I’ve tried to buy a gun to blow my brains out. And I’ve tried to hang myself too — but the door broke. I wrestled with suicidal ideations and attempts for about twenty years. All I needed was one more day.
Tomorrow came and it didn’t get better. So, I needed one more day! The next day came and things were worse! So, I needed one more day! MY GOD!!!! I needed one more day! I wouldn’t be here, living a better life, had I succeeded in any of my suicidal attempts. I wouldn’t be here as a living testimony to the goodness that one more day brings. Somebody needs me! Somebody needs the hope of my life story. Somebody needs you too and they need the hope of your life story!
Oftentimes, it gets WAY worse, before it gets better. And that’s the truth! But, what’s also true is that, when it gets worse, it means that it’s about to get better! Maybe not today, tomorrow, next week or next year. But, I can guarantee you one thing: with Jesus, it has no choice but to get better! I’m remembering a quote from a prison inmate I used to correspond with. He said, “Tough times don’t last; tough people do”. You’re stronger than you think! You’ve been through worse! Everything you’ve been through has made you stronger … TOUGHER!
The Lord God, Yahweh, is training you for a battle that’s only suited for the best! You’re chosen and destined for a greatness that no one can fulfill like YOU can fulfill it! It’s like the Marines. Not just anyone can join and make it through the Marine Corp (or any other military branch)! You have to have GRIT! You have to be tough. And it starts with training the MIND! You’ve come way too far in life — in the training — to give up now! There is no turning back. So you may as well put another foot forward and take one more step. Rest, if you must, but don’t give up! Because it gets a whole lot better and, when life is at its hardest, that means a rest-break is right around the corner! You’re not as weak as you were when you first started. You have core strength now. Look back over your life and see how far you’ve come. You’ve said that you couldn’t make it before but you did! Your resume says that you’re a survivor. One of the few. One of the proud! Give it one more day because suicide is not the answer. Suicide is actually the pain that never goes away!
— NaTarsha Harris
2024.05.21 05:26 Particular_Cable1745 Unpopular opinion: Lori Campbell isn’t that bad of a final girl?
I thought she was a pretty good character in Freddy Vs Jason, I feel like she gets way too much hate, I think it’s because of the way she screamed or because of the way she said “welcome to my world bitch” people say that line was hilarious, when it was not funny nor hilarious at all. She’s not that bad just saying
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2024.05.21 05:12 Dessert_And_Tea Apparently "Biblically Accurate Angel" is a race
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2024.05.21 05:10 ThrownAwayAgain05 Whatever.
It’s whatever. Just doing the same thing over and over again. Work, college, work, college. Why sleep. Why eat. Why drink water or breathe air. I don’t need that because all I need is work and college to survive so very clearly. I hate work. I hate college. They are the two things dragging me down just like the last 18 years of school I was forced to do. In that white painted cement institution building like many of them are. They put windows up to pretend you have the ability to leave. That’s hilarious… I could laugh to death from how funny that is. So many years trapped in a building just to move to more buildings in college and work to be trapped again. I should end it all. Stop it full stop. But there’s only two options to how I can do that once and for all. I’ll be waiting to make my move. A game of cards waiting to show their hand. A game of chess with a limit on the time that only the universe and I knows. I won’t be stopped.
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2024.05.21 05:08 hpxb Low Social Drive or Loneliness
I have an absolutely tremendous 5-year-old daughter. She's beautiful, smart, creative, curious, and funny - she's my world. I also strongly suspect that she meets diagnostic criteria for ASD. Her pediatrician and SLP essentially say they don't see the value of giving her a formal ASD diagnosis at the moment, as she is "mild," already receiving supportive services, and is in a private school that caters to her individual needs. My wife's family has a strong history of ASD (dad and brothers), and I would all but guarantee my daughter meets diagnostic criteria. Knowing the way accommodations work, I anticipate that there will be a point in the future when we need to get her formally assessed/diagnosed.
Academically, my daughter is right there with her peers, and in some places (e.g., reading/math) a bit advanced. She is super compliant, following all classroom rules and is a favorite of nearly every teacher. She has a history of expressive and receptive language issues, and has been in speech therapy since the age of 3.5. She's made great progress, but she is still behind in this area. She can function, but she communicates less clearly and with less complexity (in language structure and ideas) than her peers. She has a slew of others indicators - sensitivity to loud noises, restrictive food palette, aversion to eye contact, variable dislike of physical contact. Most notably, she struggles socially, and has really never demonstrated an observable interest in forming friendships with her peers, though they seek her out. She gets invited to birthdays and playdates, kids give her gifts (e.g., drawings) and they find her funny (she's super silly, which still plays very well at this age...I also think she's hilarious). She will engage with peers in structured activities (e.g., playing soccer or hide and seek) and she'll jump right into games with random kids at gymnastics and play places. However, it seems to be more about keeping herself entertained (e.g., doing the activity that they are doing) rather than the interaction with the kids that she is interested in, and she does not seem interested in interaction for interaction's sake. It is profoundly different from her peers, who all gravitate toward one another. This has always been true with her. If she has her choice, she will play by herself. She has literally never asked about a peer. She has never requested a playdate with a peer. She seems fairly indifferent when we offer playdates with her friends, even though they are begging to see her. She has never given a gift to a peer or expressed an interest in doing so, though she will if you prompt her to (but it really just feels like she is following instructions). She has never talked about liking a peer or missing a peer. She honestly does the same thing with everyone, including my wife and I. There just seems to be a clear dividing line, where she likes the things the person is doing or the things connected to the person (e.g., what they are playing with), but she could kind of take or leave the actual person. It honestly feels like she isn't interested in trying to form friendships - it doesn't seem like she feels peer interaction has much to offer her by itself, which I interpret as low social motivation (i.e., not deriving a ton of reinforcement from social interaction itself). It isn't antisocial, obviously - just like socially neutral. However, I'm afraid I'm just misreading the situation, and what I'm seeing doesn't reflect how she is actually feeling (i.e., she might want friendships but struggle navigating them).
All I care about is supporting her and helping her thrive. I guess my question is: how do you differentiate between low social drive (i.e., not finding peer friendships desirable by themselves) from wanting friendships but being unsure how to navigate social situations in service of attaining/building them? I want to help my daughter build needed skill sets and address areas of needed growth (e.g., social skills), but I don't want to make her feel like there is something wrong with her for not wanting to play with other kids to the same degree they want to play with her and each other. I want her to feel accepted as she is and not pressured into interactions she isn't interested in beyond what is necessary. Most importantly, I just don't want her to be lonely, and I genuinely can't tell if she's lonely or simply not very interested in socializing.
Any insight is so deeply appreciated. Thank you so much!
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Academically, my daughter is right there with her peers, and in some places (e.g., reading/math) a bit advanced. She is super compliant, following all classroom rules and is a favorite of nearly every teacher. She has a history of expressive and receptive language issues, and has been in speech therapy since the age of 3.5. She's made great progress, but she is still behind in this area. She can function, but she communicates less clearly and with less complexity (in language structure and ideas) than her peers. She has a slew of others indicators - sensitivity to loud noises, restrictive food palette, aversion to eye contact, variable dislike of physical contact. Most notably, she struggles socially, and has really never demonstrated an observable interest in forming friendships with her peers, though they seek her out. She gets invited to birthdays and playdates, kids give her gifts (e.g., drawings) and they find her funny (she's super silly, which still plays very well at this age...I also think she's hilarious). She will engage with peers in structured activities (e.g., playing soccer or hide and seek) and she'll jump right into games with random kids at gymnastics and play places. However, it seems to be more about keeping herself entertained (e.g., doing the activity that they are doing) rather than the interaction with the kids that she is interested in, and she does not seem interested in interaction for interaction's sake. It is profoundly different from her peers, who all gravitate toward one another. This has always been true with her. If she has her choice, she will play by herself. She has literally never asked about a peer. She has never requested a playdate with a peer. She seems fairly indifferent when we offer playdates with her friends, even though they are begging to see her. She has never given a gift to a peer or expressed an interest in doing so, though she will if you prompt her to (but it really just feels like she is following instructions). She has never talked about liking a peer or missing a peer. She honestly does the same thing with everyone, including my wife and I. There just seems to be a clear dividing line, where she likes the things the person is doing or the things connected to the person (e.g., what they are playing with), but she could kind of take or leave the actual person. It honestly feels like she isn't interested in trying to form friendships - it doesn't seem like she feels peer interaction has much to offer her by itself, which I interpret as low social motivation (i.e., not deriving a ton of reinforcement from social interaction itself). It isn't antisocial, obviously - just like socially neutral. However, I'm afraid I'm just misreading the situation, and what I'm seeing doesn't reflect how she is actually feeling (i.e., she might want friendships but struggle navigating them).
All I care about is supporting her and helping her thrive. I guess my question is: how do you differentiate between low social drive (i.e., not finding peer friendships desirable by themselves) from wanting friendships but being unsure how to navigate social situations in service of attaining/building them? I want to help my daughter build needed skill sets and address areas of needed growth (e.g., social skills), but I don't want to make her feel like there is something wrong with her for not wanting to play with other kids to the same degree they want to play with her and each other. I want her to feel accepted as she is and not pressured into interactions she isn't interested in beyond what is necessary. Most importantly, I just don't want her to be lonely, and I genuinely can't tell if she's lonely or simply not very interested in socializing.
Any insight is so deeply appreciated. Thank you so much!
2024.05.21 05:06 Quentin-Quentin Replaying XC2 made me realize just how awful the voice acting (direction) is.
For the record: I love XC2 and it will alwaya have a special place in my heart.
We all know it's (for the most part) not the actors' fault, there certainly is talent. There's also charm in their actual voices and some fun memeworthy goofiness. But dear god, it is BAD.
Most people say it's only Rex whose problem lie in. I thought so too after my first playthrough. Idk how much copium I took that day because literally almost EVERYONE there is subpar or worse. Rex Pyra, Mythra, Nia, Morag, Brighid, Poppi (mainly QTpi), Zeke, Pandoria. Really the only ones that are actually consistently good imo are Tora, Dromarch and Gramps. On XC1 + XC3, I could really only say this about Melia and Sena respectively from the main party. Even then, they were nowhere near as bad as the XC2 party.
Not just them, the villains as well: Malos has great moments but the overacting is insane (and leads to really funny momenrs ofc). Jin was pretty good up until he got super emotional, then he started to sound more like that one scene in Devil May Cry with the Dante voice crack. You know the one. Akhos is actually fine tbh. Patroka and especially Mikhail are AWFUL. But Mik is funny bc he has such a bad delivery it turns him into the Tommy Wiseau of the XC universe. His "I love you" to Patroka right before his sacrifice will never not be hilarious to me. Amalthus is also ok. Nothing great but does a pretty ok job all things considered.
So yeah just wanted to share that out. Maybe I have higher standards especially since 3 was AMAZING in the VA department, but honestly if people are turned off from this game for the poor voice work alone, can't blame them.
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We all know it's (for the most part) not the actors' fault, there certainly is talent. There's also charm in their actual voices and some fun memeworthy goofiness. But dear god, it is BAD.
Most people say it's only Rex whose problem lie in. I thought so too after my first playthrough. Idk how much copium I took that day because literally almost EVERYONE there is subpar or worse. Rex Pyra, Mythra, Nia, Morag, Brighid, Poppi (mainly QTpi), Zeke, Pandoria. Really the only ones that are actually consistently good imo are Tora, Dromarch and Gramps. On XC1 + XC3, I could really only say this about Melia and Sena respectively from the main party. Even then, they were nowhere near as bad as the XC2 party.
Not just them, the villains as well: Malos has great moments but the overacting is insane (and leads to really funny momenrs ofc). Jin was pretty good up until he got super emotional, then he started to sound more like that one scene in Devil May Cry with the Dante voice crack. You know the one. Akhos is actually fine tbh. Patroka and especially Mikhail are AWFUL. But Mik is funny bc he has such a bad delivery it turns him into the Tommy Wiseau of the XC universe. His "I love you" to Patroka right before his sacrifice will never not be hilarious to me. Amalthus is also ok. Nothing great but does a pretty ok job all things considered.
So yeah just wanted to share that out. Maybe I have higher standards especially since 3 was AMAZING in the VA department, but honestly if people are turned off from this game for the poor voice work alone, can't blame them.
2024.05.21 04:52 Thaleskip Thaleskip #34: Nacho Libre (2006)
Date started: 1/1/2024
Date watched: 5/20/2024
Nacho Libre is a movie where Jack Black is the cook at a Mexican monastery and orphanage, but he dreams of becoming a luchador. But wrestling is apparently considered a sin, and the sexy nun Jack Black has a crush on disapproves of it. At least, until the plot decides she should change her mind.
This is a comedy, and Jack Black is a funny person, but unfortunately this movie just isn’t very funny. I did laugh a handful of times, but most of these were at things that I’m positive weren’t intended to be funny. Maybe I would’ve found it hilarious as a kid, because a lot of it is potty humor, or Nickelodeon sitcom-level slapstick. And, by the way, this is a Nickelodeon movie. Oh, and the plot? Have you ever seen any movie about sports or wrestling? It’s that.
The whole way this movie comes together just feels awkward. Scenes start and go nowhere and disappear without anything funny happening. And sometimes Jack Black will just be jumping off a cliff or doing some sort of action, and they’ll throw in a stock fart sound effect. Like, the sounds that show up when you look up “fart sound” on Youtube, which you’ve heard a thousand times. I’ll admit, it was so unexpected that it got me a couple times. Also, there are so many awkward pauses and scenes of characters just staring blankly into the camera. I swear, half of Nacho Libre’s runtime is just shots of people staring, whether it’s Jack Black mugging for the camera, expressionless children, or dead-eyed old Mexican men.
I don’t hate Jack Black. He’s fine, he’s a funny guy. But I don’t believe everything he touches turns to gold. And with a movie like this, there wasn’t much he could do.
5/10
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Date watched: 5/20/2024
Nacho Libre is a movie where Jack Black is the cook at a Mexican monastery and orphanage, but he dreams of becoming a luchador. But wrestling is apparently considered a sin, and the sexy nun Jack Black has a crush on disapproves of it. At least, until the plot decides she should change her mind.
This is a comedy, and Jack Black is a funny person, but unfortunately this movie just isn’t very funny. I did laugh a handful of times, but most of these were at things that I’m positive weren’t intended to be funny. Maybe I would’ve found it hilarious as a kid, because a lot of it is potty humor, or Nickelodeon sitcom-level slapstick. And, by the way, this is a Nickelodeon movie. Oh, and the plot? Have you ever seen any movie about sports or wrestling? It’s that.
The whole way this movie comes together just feels awkward. Scenes start and go nowhere and disappear without anything funny happening. And sometimes Jack Black will just be jumping off a cliff or doing some sort of action, and they’ll throw in a stock fart sound effect. Like, the sounds that show up when you look up “fart sound” on Youtube, which you’ve heard a thousand times. I’ll admit, it was so unexpected that it got me a couple times. Also, there are so many awkward pauses and scenes of characters just staring blankly into the camera. I swear, half of Nacho Libre’s runtime is just shots of people staring, whether it’s Jack Black mugging for the camera, expressionless children, or dead-eyed old Mexican men.
I don’t hate Jack Black. He’s fine, he’s a funny guy. But I don’t believe everything he touches turns to gold. And with a movie like this, there wasn’t much he could do.
5/10
2024.05.21 04:14 BrownieMonster8 What demographic of people do you think like Strange Planet?
I've noticed that people either find it really funny or don't get it at all. Also, what kind of humor would you categorize it as? https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/the-good-life-ritual/202305/the-4-types-of-humor
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2024.05.21 03:47 Decent-Obligation-43 I'm a Christian and this is HILARIOUS!
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2024.05.21 03:41 throwawaykittchen Dating after lmao
So I got dumped like five weeks ago before moving to a new city. 3.5 year relationship relationship ended... not much communication about it before hand. no cheating but a break in trust and feeling of betrayal from what i thought we were committed to together. But that's breakups?
complicated feelings still but I want to meet/date people to the extent justified if at all and am just being open about my commitment level and recent relationship. I'm in a very dateable area as a 29 yo dude, big city, but I have gone on like 5 dates in the past two weeks and I just don't know what i am doing lmao 😂 like what am i even saying on these dates lollll
i just think it'a hilarious to feel so clueless lol wanted to share. I'm not the most confident person in dating but I just don't seem to give a damn about it either, even if someone isn't interested in me after meeting, which is also funny to me. it's kind if fun to not care lol
i guess i wanted to share as an example of having a bit if fun, maybe a tiny silver lining, after a breakup. have my fair share of shitty moments still but ya know you gotta lighten up sometimes
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complicated feelings still but I want to meet/date people to the extent justified if at all and am just being open about my commitment level and recent relationship. I'm in a very dateable area as a 29 yo dude, big city, but I have gone on like 5 dates in the past two weeks and I just don't know what i am doing lmao 😂 like what am i even saying on these dates lollll
i just think it'a hilarious to feel so clueless lol wanted to share. I'm not the most confident person in dating but I just don't seem to give a damn about it either, even if someone isn't interested in me after meeting, which is also funny to me. it's kind if fun to not care lol
i guess i wanted to share as an example of having a bit if fun, maybe a tiny silver lining, after a breakup. have my fair share of shitty moments still but ya know you gotta lighten up sometimes
2024.05.21 03:33 eowynladyofrohan83 Santa Claus
My siblings and I never believed in Santa Claus but we had such atrocious social skills we constantly ruined it for other kids.
It’s funny how one big reason our mom didn’t want us to believe in Santa was because what if we decided they were lying to us about Jesus. But they had no problem essentially lying about God and Christianity in general via their actions and having us around the evil abusive homeschooling and quiverfull propaganda.
I also remember reading a story on here where someone else had the opposite problem. They were mentally and emotionally stunted so much they believed in Santa until they were thirteen years old.
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It’s funny how one big reason our mom didn’t want us to believe in Santa was because what if we decided they were lying to us about Jesus. But they had no problem essentially lying about God and Christianity in general via their actions and having us around the evil abusive homeschooling and quiverfull propaganda.
I also remember reading a story on here where someone else had the opposite problem. They were mentally and emotionally stunted so much they believed in Santa until they were thirteen years old.