Real P

Man, this shit is so weird and perverse to me:

“Nothing in common” and “creepy.” Huh. I’ve found I have quite a lot in common with people of all ages. The idea that people of slightly different ages are so hugely divergent without even considering any other factors is just such a bizarre idea counter to nearly all real-world evidence.

Don’t get me wrong: I don’t think adults should be dating minors. Not at all. There’s a reason minors are protected, and a good one. But the idea that a 21-year-old and a 32-year-old are some totally different species is so fucking bizarre to me that I can’t even express how strange it seems. How can people believe utter claptrap like that?

By the by, a lot of women date men older than they are because older guys tend to have their shit together and be less abusive than dudes their own age.

Personally I’m really glad I dated a 25-year-old when I was 19, and a 38-year-old when I was 25. Some of the best dating experiences of my life. I think everyone — men and women — should do this. And I’m glad I have younger Gen Z friends now.

Fuck modern liberalism. Assclowns.

Not All Three

Yeah. They would do just about anything to prevent raising wages, including tanking their own companies (strangely enough).

Bern Notice

Burnt up. Reminds me of all the women journalists who were using Bernie Sanders to prosecute grudges against old boyfriends. That was a wild thing to witness.

You’re Cool

To their credit, a few of my middle school bullies apologized to me later in high school. I wouldn’t say it was all that meaningful but it was appreciated.

I think the most meaningful experience of high school when I realized I’d left the worst of my past behind me already to some extent was after the academic team I was on won some big tournament. The next day, the school read our names out during the morning announcement. People started clapping in my first class and I didn’t think much of it. Then I realized they were clapping for me.

To understand how large a change this was, consider that in middle school and early high school my own family members wouldn’t even acknowledge me in school and I was beat up daily. For a long while, I was literally the most hated kid in the entire school. No exaggeration.

Glass Gun

Nope, that would not work. Thickness of glass wouldn’t matter here. It’s the fracture toughness and crack propagation that matter. 200-grade steel has a fracture toughness index of 175, while glass has a fracture toughness index of only around 1. Huge difference. You just can’t make a standard gun out of glass.

Thirty

Indeed. Other than a few exceptional individuals, 30 days of continuous combat means that person is done for life, even if they survive. Especially fighting in a war they don’t care about in terrible conditions where the only foreseeable end is death.

Past-y

When I think about it, it’s hard to believe that my grandfather grew up a sharecropper who took a mule cart into town once a month.

The past was very past-y compared to even my grandfather’s later life and certainly my own.