I love Baby Queen so much. Some of the things in the song people have said to me in those exact words.

I revel in being a buzzkill these days, though.

The first ten on today’s playlist:

Why did the body acceptance movement kinda skip over men?

I don’t think the top-rated comment currently is really correct about this. Like most things most people write, it’s a surface-level gloss of an apparent cause but doesn’t really understand any deeper causal factors. Also, it must be noted, the so-called “body acceptance/body positivity” movement morphed into the malignant fat acceptance movement that told people near death from excessive adiposity and who could not walk across a parking lot without stroking out that they were fine as they were. Any other concern was then ignored or discarded altogether.

The deeper reason — at least the top one of a few — that the body acceptance movement became prevalent among women and skipped over men is that women have a lot more intrasexual competition. Thus, women who increasingly could not compete in the arena they’d been given attempted to create a new one where their primary negative trait of unhealthy obesity was de-emphasized.

However, even in its initial form it failed as it misunderstood a few important facets of human nature and what men do and do not find attractive. Also, once the food companies hijacked it and it became the de facto obesity celebration movement it was completely done for.

Too many asides. To get back on track, the body acceptance/fat acceptance movement only cares about women because it was mostly a semi-conscious and hamfisted attempt to eliminate threatening competition from other women. It did not work, and could not have worked due to the fundamental miscomprehensions mentioned above — but that is a story for another day.

One of those most fun parts of leading and mentoring juniors in my field is they do something, say it’s completely finished and then assure you it’s correct. You don’t have time to check it and believe them when they say it’s done and sorted — then you have a flurry of messages Monday morning complaining that it’s not working right.

Welcome to my Monday! I just do not have time to audit every single thing everyone on my team does. But I have to let them do things without me as I also do not have time in my day to do it all.

Dammit.

Just how big can a snowflake get? It depends on what you mean by ‘snowflake.’

Some of those conservatives who believe a woman should not be in control of her own body are complete snowflakes and are pretty big indeed — probably can’t even fit in a compact car. Oh wait…you mean the cold kind that falls from the sky.

I see.

The first ten on today’s playlist:

What a voice.

The first ten on today’s playlist:

“Whatsoever therefore is consequent to a time of war, where every man is enemy to every man, the same consequent to the time wherein men live without other security than what their own strength and their own invention shall furnish them withal. In such condition there is no place for industry, because the fruit thereof is uncertain: and consequently no culture of the earth; no navigation, nor use of the commodities that may be imported by sea; no commodious building; no instruments of moving and removing such things as require much force; no knowledge of the face of the earth; no account of time; no arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.”

Tommy Hobbes, Leviathan (1660)

I don’t have any kids, but I do deal with young interns sometimes and yes:

Gen X (and older millennials) is the only gen that was reasonably competent with computers. Those above and below are and I guess now and always will be lost in the woods. It’s sad to see a 22-year-old intern arrive and not know how to turn on a laptop, type, or open Excel or do anything at all useful (that’s stuff that Gen X was taught in high school). What in the hell, man.

The first two times I read this WSJ headline, I read it as “Summons the Furries” and I was like, what the ever-livin’ hell is going down in Iowa:

I am glad the furries have not gone over to Trump.