Whats_your_reasoning

Does that link lead to a "Server error" for anyone else?

You’re definitely not alone.

I think the key is that we are so often told what to do, but rarely are instructed on how to do it - it’s easy to give advice, but without providing the structure to actually implement the advice, it isn’t worth much. People seem to forget how much work it takes for us to do the things they suggest. Very little advice is as straight-forward as advice-givers make it sound.

Like above, one can say “install time-tracking productivity software” but what does that really mean? To me, it means that now I’ll have to research different types of software. Which means I have to find something compatible with my devices that also: respects my privacy, is easy to use, that has a reasonable price point, and won’t bombard me with ads. If I manage to do all that without getting side-tracked for too long (which is a big “IF”), THEN I have to set up the software and figure out how to use it. Only after all that can I get to the step of actually using it… which honestly, is easy to forget to do as well.

Point is, a lot of “simple advice” isn’t actually that simple for people with ADHD. So when people talk like an idea is some easy thing, it can leave a lot of us feeling like we can’t even reach out for help because iT’s sO siMpLe that asking for help feels embarassing. Yet without guided support, it’s much easier to discount the advice outright than to try to figure out how to implement it on our own. So we fall into that trap, and the “good advice” is ignored yet again.

Can't forget that military bases are communities where people live, too. Not just barracks and mess halls for individuals, but there are full neighborhoods and shopping centers for families.*

*My knowledge on this is limited, I just remember visiting a family member on base when I was younger.

Periods? Pfft, those are for women

It was slower, the graphics were basic, and we could get knocked offline by someone picking up a telephone. But damn, it really felt like reaching out and touching the world for the first time. It took so long for my mom to understand that yes, I can be chatting with friends online at 2am. She would always ask, "Why aren't they asleep?" and I'd have to remind her that other time zones exist.

I wish I knew the date and context of this. With words like "gay" and "woman" being censored out by the U.S. administration, I imagine that official government surveys might end up looking this stupid now.

I also imagine the possibilty that some biased group is attempting to inaccurately count the number of participants that are/aren't straight. If they put choices like "gay" or "bisexual" or "asexual" (if it's even included) on a second page (after clicking "More options"), they're creating friction for pretty much anyone who isn't "straight." That is, not everyone will bother going through another option page - they may settle for "Prefer not to answer" because it's already right there in front of them. Then when totaling up the answers at the end, whoever's using these data can simply omit the respondents that didn't answer. Boom - just like that, it will appear as if a greater percentage of the group are straight. Such easy LGBTQ-erasure.

My condolences

In case anyone wants to learn more, there’s a list of related reproductive organs on Wikipedia. (NSFW, obviously.) It’s pretty detailed.

Yeah, I’m confused too. Where does it say this is from /r/conservative? It says it’s posted on /r/self. Granted, I only ever used old Reddit, so maybe I’m missing something about this layout, but where’s the evidence this is at “the top of r conservative”?

No need to be jealous now. There's nothing about this toy that forbids men and enbies from trying it too. ;)

My pet theory about '50s recipes is that they were thought up by subjugated housewives who had few outlets for expressing their bitter feelings toward their situations. Think about it -

Women in the United States in 1950s couldn't have their own bank accounts, beating your wife was considered normal, and no-fault divorce didn't exist in the country yet. Women were cloistered at home, made in charge of domestic work and child-rearing, which heavily limited their freedom.

So imagine it: you're made to spend almost all of your time inside your house, taking care of several kids (because baby boom), and you're solely in charge of ALL the cleaning and cooking. Your social interaction is largely limited to tupperware parties and events that involve your kids. You have zero time for hobbies. Even if you did, your ability to pursue one would be entirely contingent on whether or not your husband approves - because most hobbies cost money, and your husband has control over that.

Now you're spending yet another afternoon scrubbing the pitstains out of your husband's laundry, which smelled oddly like perfume. Moments ago, he phoned you to say that he's "staying late" again today. Two of your kids decide to start a screeching contest, which scares the baby and now she's crying. At least your twins are playing outside, not that you have any clue where they are exactly, but you are almost certain that they'll be home by supper. You're also almost certain that they'll come home with salmonella.

"Knock it off!" you yell to the kids, as you pick up the crying baby and pat her on the back. The house returns to peace as her cries become soft mews. You attempt to regain your previous train of thought.

Supper, you think, I've still got to plan supper.

You swaddle the baby up in your arms as you walk to the pantry. After having to ration food just a few years ago, the sight of your kitchen's diversity brings you a bit of pride. You grew up having to make do with what you had, but modern supermarkets give you an opportunity to explore whole new ingredients. Some people go for recipe books, but you? You find you're always personalizing recipes anyway. And just like that, without even trying, cooking the family meals has become the sole outlet for your creativity.

As you go through the shelf trying to think of what can go with what else, a sudden crash! erupts from the living room. The kids broke a lamp. The baby begins to cry again.

The older kids are sent to their room and the baby is rocked to sleep, before being placed into her bassinet with the tender, gentle care one would have when setting down a glass of nitroglycerin. You return to the kitchen, your blood pressure higher, unable to recall what ideas you had thought just moments before. Wait you think, as you notice how much mayonnaise you have. Waaaaait... You glance at the boxes of gelatin. What if... Nah, that'd probably be awful.

The door slams. The baby starts up. The twins run into the kitchen, covered in mud. One opens his hands while the other proudly announces, "Mommy, look! We found a frog!"

Seconds later, a terrified amphibian leaps behind the fridge.

You close your eyes, rub your temples, take a deep breath, then look back at the shelves.

You know what? Screw it. I'm gonna cook whatever I want. If they want something else, they can pick up an apron and cook it themselves.

And that, my friends, is how I imagine horrible 1950s recipes began.

Is there a link describing "the three basic courtesy rules" that doesn't go to Xitter? I can't access that site (and wouldn't want to even if I could, tbh.)

I tried searching for that phrase online and found generic "etiquette" lists, but without further context I can't tell if I'm finding the same thing you're referring to.