You were downvoted for making assumptions about the person you were responding to. All they did was make a lamentful comment about the state of nature, and you came in accusing them of having (or being supportive of having?) a pesticided lawn with automatic sprinkler system. Then you seemed to doubledown on blaming everybody else of shirking personal responsibility, while avoiding giving a straight-forward answer to the simple question of if the “we” in your quote “we completely fucked up the environment” also applied to yourself.

Having the testee measure their own penis is prone to error.

To be fair, testicles aren’t designed for that task.

Now I wonder if a cheetah would follow a laser pointer.

The downvotes prove your point. This topic needs more discussion, but most of the times when women bring this up, their comments get downvoted to hell. It’s quite a “gotcha” for someone to ask to see “examples” when most of the examples we’ve come across or created will be buried or have since been deleted.

Alternative question - for those that don’t believe this is an issue, when is the last time you came across a post on Lemmy that is specifically for/about women or women’s issues (especially one posted from a woman’s perspective)? Or even better, go ahead and make such a post. Watch how fast the downvotes come.

I expect this comment to be downvoted the same way as the parent comment was, the same way that past posts I’ve made and read about women’s issues have been downvoted on Lemmy. If men want this place to be inclusive for women, they have to do their part to support us - not downvoting our concerns, simply because they don’t experience the same issues, is the absolute bare minimum. Otherwise, why would we keep posting/commenting about our issues when doing so invites a downvote cascade?

As someone from the U.S., it seems like that concept has practically disappeared from the country. The nuances of civil debate, including the acknowledgement of differing opinions as valid, don’t exist in most of our popular media (both traditional and social.) We’ve been conditioned to react to things immediately and intensely using our emotions instead. There has been a slide toward this state for decades, but it’s come to the point where a lot of people genuinely struggle with separating “thing they personally disagree with/don’t like” from “thing that shouldn’t be said/heard/shared.”

(Not saying that’s the case with OP, just that it’s definitely a thing that’s been going on.)

I don’t know about OP. I went to a public school on the eastern seaboard and we certainly weren’t taught “Spain Spanish.” The pronunciations and pronouns we were taught would’ve been very different if that were the case.

If any specific dialect was taught in those classrooms, it would’ve been because a teacher spoke that dialect natively. All of our teachers were either non-native Spanish speakers, or from somewhere in Central or South America. Maybe OP had teachers from Europe?

If there were regional differences for vocabulary, we were told about them. For example, for the English word “bus,” we were taught that “autobus,” “guagua,” and “camion” all work but in different countries/regions. To be clear, we weren’t expected to remember all the variations, but we were informed that they exist.

you should absolutely rely on friends or family for help.

Aw, I wish. There are two types of people in my family. The first type is people who also have ADHD (unmedicated, at that) and/or autism. The second type is people who believe the first type are jUsT bEiNg LaZy.

There is no in-between.

I agree with applying healthy skepticism to any and all stories. At the same time, I can’t blame a recent Reddit refugee for not fully trusting Lemmy yet. They don’t know the environment here. It makes sense for someone to be apprehensive about repeating a thing that just got them banned somewhere else.

But I hope OP feels comfortable enough here to share their story some day.

That’s perfect. The more aliases, the better

The door is located after you click your username in the upper-right corner, and choose “Settings” from the drop-down. Scroll to the bottom of the page. On the left, in red, is a button to delete your account.

I’m not sure what really happens after that, though - I’ve never gone out that door. IIRC a deletion can take time, since various servers have to sync that information.

-Takes a bong hit-

So in a way, a recently-deleted account continues to exist across the Fediverse for a while. It is temporarily trapped to this plane of existence, until it can complete its final mission (deleting itself) across every corner of its known Fediverse. Then, and only then, can an account truly experience deletion.

-Passes to the left-

Common reported feelings include: elephant sitting on my chest (overlapping symptom between heart attack and panic attack)

This is such an apt description. There is absolutely a metaphorical elephant sitting on top of all of us.

Anyone else think chocolate is great? I love to eat the rich, dark kind for dessert. It’s a delightful way to end a meal.

Here’s a fun trick to stop using Reddit - simply install and use a VPN.

Just like that, Reddit blocks itself for you!

Excellent comment and very informative!

Just a quick note on the last sentence: 1 yard = 3 feet, which means a yard is approximately one meter, not 100m.

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.

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.

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

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.