Your body is the most precious asset you own.

Not taking care of it is nothing but reckless.

— Preethi Kasireddy (@iam_preethi) February 12, 2020

I agree with this, especially when you consider that your body includes your brain which instantiates your mind.

This is why I am 100% fundamentally and ideologically opposed to the Fat Acceptance movement and their ilk. Believing in such a thing as FA is a desecration of your self and a protracted corruption of the one gift that is yours and yours alone. It is sacrilege and a heresy against one’s self.

Troubleshooting WMI problems makes me want to drive a tractor like how is this a real subsystem that exists on a billion computers

— SwiftOnSecurity (@SwiftOnSecurity) February 12, 2020

Many people enter the uncanny maze that is WMI. Few people leave. Those who do escape come back changed — just a little bit different. A little off. They’ve seen things they can’t name, can’t describe, can’t contain properly in their mind. And a little of that aberrance slips out in the way they smile, in how they hold their head, in a faraway look that forever witnesses a black sun setting for the last time in an airless void.

This is WMI. There is no going back after.

Woke theory dictates that to succeed at all is to *necessarily* never have been oppressed, and all that's left for you then is to be — and always have been — the oppressor, or a silent ally thereof. It's not only ahistorical, but a blatantly ludicrous attempt at writing reality https://t.co/MSbmm7iMAs

— Mason 🏃🏻✂️ (@webdevMason) February 12, 2020

“Intersectionality” like “privilege” is something that should’ve never escaped academia. There, it is useful. Outside of that it’s just leveraged by neoliberals masquerading as progressive to obtain and hold power.

A few years ago I was hanging out with a friend who is significantly younger than me. We went to a mall as she needed to buy a gift for her mom. It was of course nearly deserted as malls these days tend to be. I told her that back in the 1980s that malls were nearly always jam-packed with people, even on weekdays.

She said she’d never been in a mall that was crowded. Not once in her life (she was around 20 or 21). I described to her how back in 1986, say, it often was hard to walk in malls unimpeded as they were just awash in people. And during Christmas season it was a whole other level of cheek by jowl humanity.

Times change, of course, and I didn’t care much for malls when I was young. But I think I kind of liked them better when they weren’t ghost towns. It was before society and everyone in it had fully deserted one another and thinking about how malls used to be reminds me of that time before we’d all just given up.