Every few months twitterinas bring back the “carnivores are a problematic element of nature and we should feed them synthetic meat and make it so they don’t eat herbivores. this is completely normal, feasible and won’t have any kind of repercussion on the ecosystem” discourse
First time I saw that was a guy who had as proposition to create fake prey animals with a robotic exoskeleton and covered in synthetic meat that predators would hunt, eat and then the exoskeleton would get up and go to the lab to get re meated. That was funny as hell
Tiger watching skinless carcass it just ate get up and walk away
Actually we should totally do this but not for like ideological veganism reasons just cuz itd be funny as like an animal social experiment.
doing this with real meat so there’s not even a hypothetical animal rights angle, just completely unwarranted and unmitigated freak behavior
“biblical angels” you do realise there are angels in the old testament that are literally just regular looking guys, right? you do know that the hallucinogenic incoherent descriptions are in like. two books. and the rest of the time angels are just guys. you know that, right?
and I’m not saying don’t have fun with weird angels. I’m saying, either the eldritch forms are for special occasions, or the society of the angels is Many-Eyed-Many-Winged-Interlocking-Circles, Four-Faces-Six-Wings, and Mike.
Keying/graffiti-ing someones car is old news now if someone cheats we go at their wardrobe with a seam ripper
yknow what? Fuck you *unstitches all your shirts and jeans*
My mother did this to my father once. They got into an argument, my very pregnant and hormonal mother stormed off…except they lived in a tiny apartment so the only place to go was to shut herself into the closet for a good long sulk. And while she was sitting in there, fuming, she looked up and saw her sewing kit on the shelf, and all my father’s uniforms hanging right there.
So she picked one shirt and one pair of trousers, carefully, methodically ripped every third stitch out of every seam, and then hung them back up together so that he would be likely to pick them at the same time. This took her a couple hours, so by the time she was done, the anger had worn down. She came out, she and my father had a talk that ended in apologies, after which they were tired and went to bed. My mother swears up and down that she meant to warn my father about the sabotaged clothes in the morning, but he wore a different uniform set and they were both still feeling a little raw, so she didn’t want to bring up the fight again. She decided to tell him that night instead.
And then she forgot.
Anyway, about four days later, my father apparently came home roughly an hour after he left for work, his clothes slowly, gently shredding off his body, the most bewildered expression on his face. “Paula,” he said, his voice mildly shell-shocked. “Paula, my clothes are broken.”
My mother promptly burst out laughing so hard that she went into labor. And that’s the story of my birth, heralded by petty vengeance and utter confusion.
I’ve encountered a strangely large number of stories online of single men who decide to test the theory that married men are inherently more desirable to women by buying a fake wedding ring and wearing it. They usually report that this works miraculously, women are far friendlier and more approachable, which is immediately interpreted as flirting. The conclusion they draw from the data is that women are inherently cruel, selfish and greedy, because clearly they don’t want the man unless they think they’re stealing from some other woman.
I wonder how many of these women in these experiments actually just thought they don’t need to be wary about this man mistaking friendliness for flirting, since clearly he’s not looking to date as he’s already making someone else miserable.
I got halfway through the first paragraph above and thought of course women are nicer to men they think are married, the’re not worried about being hit on
God forbid these men just talk to women before they go off doing “research”.
im bi but when im around younger women and they seem to be stiff and cold with me i just mention being gay and they’re immediately very relieved. like yeah no i get that we’re the only two people at the quilt guild meeting under 50. but do not for an instant think i came here to pick up chicks. im raiding the free fabric table like beatrix potter squirrel.
i mean i would like a girlfriend, probably, but what i really want from a woman is sixty years of experience and a big box of free fabric she needs to put in someone else’s basement.
we need to free the nipple so bad im so serious we should be so far past the point where girl children are told they have to keep their shirt on while their brothers and cousins get to run around shirtless or women shamed for breastfeeding or trans men needing top surgery to go outside shirtless without getting judged at best and arrested at worst or girls getting taken out of class for not wearing a bra like this should be a priority
I wish I was a female tiger because then if I was talking to someone and I was getting off topic I could say “but I tigress,” and then kill and eat them because I am a tiger
