
Undermining family is class warfare. Divorce is wealth transfer. Protracted singledom is wealth transfer. The freedom to keep swiping for fresh partners is freedom to be poor. Wealth begins when you stop swiping.

Undermining family is class warfare. Divorce is wealth transfer. Protracted singledom is wealth transfer. The freedom to keep swiping for fresh partners is freedom to be poor. Wealth begins when you stop swiping.
In related news, when we came into the church today, we saw four young people, 3 men and 1 woman, who came for the very first time, and the priest was doing welcome prayers over them at the entrance. The popadia (the priest’s wife) was in tears, it was so touching.
What I’m saying is true for both religion and education. Young people don’t want to be pandered to. The priest says that the young catechumens all want serious theology.
On the level of simple logic, it’s got to be obvious that if somebody made a choice to go to church instead of hanging out at home with a dildo, they are looking for something that’s not a dildo. So what’s the point of running after them with dildos when they get enough of that in every other area of life?
Just fuck off at this point really, you know? I have no idea what glitched to send the prediction machine from overheating to overfreezing but nobody cares any more. Let’s move on.
What I find very entertaining it’s that these are the same people who keep saying that Republicans want to bring Handmaid’s Tale to life.
Just as subjectivity is becoming a class privilege, we start hearing this:
We haven’t yet seen but we soon will the people who can’t do introspection because there’s no depth to their inner world. This is being actively normalized by Andreessen and Co. He doesn’t mind sounding like a moron who comes up with the equivalent of “testing your blood sugar causes diabetes” because the payoff is too good.
Health trends are often annoying because people into extreme one-upsmanship.
Psyllium husk is good for blood sugar.
Yeah, but I eaty husks raw after grinding them myself for an hour.
Yes, I also grind them myself and I add raw organic honey from my own beehive.
Yes, I also grind them myself and I add raw organic honey from my own beehive where every bee is fed individually with a special mix of mega nutrients.
Yes, I also grind them myself and I add raw organic honey from my own beehive where every bee is fed individually with a special mix of mega nutrients. But I also mediate over each bee for 3 hours while standing on one leg barefoot in a field of fresh clover that was grown from the seeds that are infused with beams from the infrared light machine I invented myself after hanging upside down naked in the sun and chanting abundance chants.
After which, one says, oh fuck you all and goes on to have a salami sandwich.
This book is supposed to be a murder mystery / courtroom drama but its actual value is different. The Perfect Marriage demonstrates the reason for class differences. That the author clearly doesn’t intend to do so makes the whole thing extremely funny.
Jeneva Rose’s characters are upper-middle-class professionals who behave like the participants of the Jerry Springer Show. They are violent, short-tempered, emotionally incontinent, comically promiscuous and painfully incompetent. That such people wouldn’t be able to succeed in a highly competitive professional sphere if they kept freaking out and clawing each other’s faces off in public doesn’t occur to the author.
Class resentment exists because lumpenproletariat thinks that the middle class is like them but with money. Social dysfunction exists because wealthy people think that the lumpen are like them but without money.
Take airports. We’ve all been frustrated at airports. But for some of us, starting a brawl at an airport is a physiological impossibility. Others, on the other hand, don’t have a problem with doing that. When we observe airport brawlers, do we suspect them of being lawyers and college professors? Of course not. We know that one of the many reasons why they got to be lawyers and professors is because they have the self-control to avoid freaking out in airports.
Jeneva Rose doesn’t know this. Or she does and simply panders to the public that is increasingly eager to refuse to notice how important self-discipline and self-control are.
Oh, wow, that’s me. If the product is talented, I don’t care in the least what ideas the author espouses.
You kind of have to be high openness if you are right-wing because, while right-wing art and philosophy absolutely exist, you have to put in a lot of work to find them.
Reader mitchellporter asked me to talk about positive thinking, and I’m happy to do so because I’ve been pondering the issue a lot recently.
Nothing in life is as much under our control as our inner world. It’s not completely under our control, of course. If you have a splitting headache or stomach cramps, your inner world will be grim. Also, the building blocks for our inner world come from the outside. You can’t have the subjectivity of a 16th-century peasant. Or of a person who grew up in a large household if you are an only child. Or of a native speaker of Japanese if you don’t know a word of the language. But you can build all sorts of edifices with the building blocks you got handed out at birth. Or, rather, at conception because your subjectivity begins to form from that instance.
There’s quite a lot of creative freedom in how you arrange your inner building blocks and how you re-arrange and chisel them throughout life.
Life is the story we tell ourselves and others about it. Any experience you have is yours to arrange into a story. Tragic or happy, bereavement or success, it’s all about how you tell it to yourself. Positive thinking is a way of re-orienting yourself from the story of how you are a victim, a loser, a miserable person and nothing ever goes your way into a story of how you are a winner. You can feel like one in the midst of the harshest situations because how you feel is up to you.
I suspect, for example, that I might not be just as beautiful as I feel. But so what? Compared to half a century of feeling movie-star gorgeous, what does it really matter? I could have spent this time, decades really, shrinking like a snail over my Yeti hair, visible stomach, and a weirdly shaped head (thanks, mom, for believing the old woman tale that newborns need their heads molded manually). All of that energy that I could have poured into squirming over my imperfections, went to other things.
I have a friend who was recently diagnosed with stage-four cancer. She’s luminous. Her life is full and amazing. And of course, it took a lot of work. She went to a monastery to get direction from a monk. She worked on it like a plantation slave but she recovered her peace of mind. She found her purpose in being there for other people, works of charity, prayer, and study of the lives of Orthodox saints. If anybody has an excuse to feel miserable, it’s this woman. But she’s the happiest person I know. And again, easy it wasn’t. But the effort is worth the prize which is a well-ordered, radiant inner life.
Let’s all do the following exercise. Let’s take one story from our lives when something bad happened to us and retell it as something positive. And then repeat the story to ourselves until it becomes one of our inner building blocks.
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At least, he’s not my husband’s, so that’s a relief.
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Does it think that the boyfriend is yours?
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People are really slaughtering in the comments today. Thank you, everybody.
This is a nightmare. Not being able to control anything in such a situation. I am thinking of you. Ol.
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Time to scale back on the fish puns.
My wife grew her hair down to her waist, but I would have loved her anyway…well, as long as she…
Sick puppies.
Creepy.
Have you noticed how obsessed they are with depicting Trump naked? That’s so weirdly sexualized. For example, I hate Putin.…
😆😆😆 That’s a good one.
To paraphrase an old joke about Einstein: “… from this your Zizek makes a living?”
When the debate is lost, insults become the loser’s tool. Socrates Walnut
Rest In Pisces. Walnut
As long as he’s not talking about pixie cuts, it’s all good. Even I wouldn’t be able to identify one…
I enjoyed your pun. Wishing you well with your travels. A.
Well, losing family is always difficult. Women need male hugs, I hope that some are available.
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If my husband ever shaved off his beard I would think he didn’t want to be married to me anymore.
Hoping the rest of your journey is as low stress as possible.
Sending you best wishes on the way.
May you have strength.
what an ordeal. I hope you have better connections on the rest of your trip. A.
Sounds very interesting, I’ll be looking for the English.
I’m so sorry you’ve had such a horrible travel experience on top of the news of your mother’s decline. I…