Oh for damn sure. The average man experiences 0 women who are really crazy about him. Probably 30-40% of men never experience that even once. The top 10% experience that one or two times.
The average woman experiences it much, much more frequently. Sure, not with the top 1% guy she actually wants — but the point is, that most men are never really desired and we’re all very aware of that and how disposable and replaceable we are.
All the Europeans on Reddit are deeply confused about how very dystopian the United States is:
Y’all, we got Mad Max shit going on over here 24/7.
War with China is nearly inevitable at this point.
Company just laid off an entire floor under the guise of changes to the floor plan.
This is more underhanded and MBA-ish than most layoffs, but companies do shit like this and people still believe a corporation can feel love for you. I just will never understand it.
I see posts all the time on Reddit and other places like, “I did everything right and the company still laid me off. I was a top performer!” No one — including the MBAs who laid you off — gives a single crap about what you did right and how you perform. Layoffs have fucking nothing to do with that at all.
You’ll be laid off if a number on a spreadsheet looks better or if an exec somewhere thinks they will make a larger bonus in the next quarter or so. That’s it. That’s all. There are no other criteria. That you love the company you work for and your job just has no bearing at all. No one looks at that or cares about it. You’re a number in Excel, if that, when it comes time to decide who goes and who stays.
Sometimes, Gen Z is as bad as the fucking Boomers, thinking a company loves them and loving it back.
My philosophy about corporations is this and this alone: Fuck you, pay me.
I tried to watch that movie The Tomorrow War. What the fuck. I’ve never experienced a movie having 37 different tones in 15 seconds of a scene, but that one did. Frequently. Alas, even Betty Gilpin could not save this film. As much as I adore everything about her, could not finish it.
Since her role was “the steadfast wife” I probably saw just about all the scenes with her in them, anyway.
What that movie wanted to be, or was trying to be, who freakin’ knows. The director and editor did not and I certainly do not.
Nouveau Clou ! Nouveau Clou ! Je suis si heureuse.
Alas I do not know much Turkish, but a close friend sent me this and it is very good.
Just highlighting another very small artist I like.
I think for women at least, tattoos are primarily gotten by those who’d be cutters but want some more socially-approved method of self-abuse and self-nullification.
For men, I am not quite sure. Status something or other most likely, but I have less insight into men.
I’m not sure it’s healthy, but I spend most of my day thinking about the war that is and the war that is coming. I want to understand how it’ll be and be ahead of the curve. I usually am and this time will be no different.
Too bad no one listens to me. I am too prickly for that, I guess. Ah well. I still like being right, even if it’s being right alone.