Which one thing has gotten you more positive attention from women?
These days, really nice arms. Yes, I have good peripheral vision and I do in fact see you staring in the supermarket. You think I don’t but I do.
Which one thing has gotten you more positive attention from women?
These days, really nice arms. Yes, I have good peripheral vision and I do in fact see you staring in the supermarket. You think I don’t but I do.
This humor is so, so British. That is indeed a Newcastle accent.
Sometimes I am mystified and flabbergasted by the things junior members of my team think and do. I’m not sure I was ever that green. Playing with compies from the time I was four means I probably was not. At least not working in the corporate world.
US woman arrested, accused of targeting young boys in $1.7M sextortion scheme.
Was told women never did anything like this. Another “woman creep pass” revoked. Good.
In my experience, women are just as shallow as men if not more so — but they just hide it better as they are socially trained to do so. Women treat me a hundred times better now that I am super fit and that my face changed shape a lot. It’s a night and day difference. It has made me a bit bitter, to be honest. Getting hotter has made me have more sympathy for incels, not less. Strange, that.
I will never work in an office ever again, period. Never, ever. It’s insanely unproductive for me.
As to the supposed bouncing ideas off one another or overhearing something useful, that has never — and I mean that literally, never — happened to me. Not even once. I’m skeptical that it is a thing for anyone. I suspect those are just MBA fairytales. I’ve asked my partner and friends and it also has not happened to them in their working careers (all in excess of a decade).
No office for me. I like getting my work done, not listening to people prattle for hours about sports or their cats, thank you.
Grandma fell for a love scam and is about to sell off everything she owns. Please help.
Sometimes, I wish my morals were a bit more degenerate as I think I’d be really good at scamming the hell out of lonely old people. I could totally rock that. I’d have them believing all sorts of insanity and sending me everything they’d ever earned while I sipped Mai Tais on the beach in Montenegro.
But alas, I just cannot bring myself to do that. Drat, these damn ethics and morals. They really hold one back.
Woman treated me like a lackey at my nephewโs party.
No, you allowed yourself to be treated like a lackey.
My responses, depending on what mood I’m in that day:
And of course, there’s always just walking away. A great method.
Ah, bullshit. Another scientist lie. I have terrible sense of direction and have more experience than most. On the other hand, my partner has great sense of direction and she’s been to maybe 1/20 the places I have been.
I suspect this directional ability is mostly (80%+) innate (though practice can improve it) and is another area that scientists are compelled to lie about because “anyone can do anything” is the dominant paradigm now. I’m so bad with directions (especially in cities), that I used get lost sometimes driving home from work in Charlotte, NC — a place where I’d lived for nearly 10 years.
Skimpy Womenโs 2024 Olympics Uniforms Cause Uproar.
They don’t seem skimpy to me? Outfits were a lot, lot more minimal than this during the 1980s and no one cared. Sucks living in a prude society (and getting worse).
The truth is that ChatGPT is not very good, but is already smarter than 40-50% of humans. This is a sad reality.
Some people get visibly annoyed when they find out I’m an IT guy while being super-fit and muscular. It’s like I don’t fit in their stereotype bucket anymore, I think? That I’m not some slovenly, slobbery, unkempt heffalump as I am “supposed” to be.
People rely on pigeonholing and stereotyping more than anyone wants to really admit.
Millennials and Gen Z’s trendy new splurge: groceries.
Ah yes, buying basic foodstuffs necessary for sustenance. A huge splurge right there. When I think about burning cash on frivolity and frippery, I certainly picture in my mind the very items without which I’d die. Surely.
Marie Antoinette, that you?