I only have one data point but my kid’s teachers (high school) have always both called my kid their preferred name and pronouns. I did get “the letter” this year to send back saying it was ok. Ridiculous.

This is just such a mess, why oh why.

What I really and truly can’t understand are the parents. How can you be THAT controlling? What do they think it’s going to accomplish?

1. Never owned a whole encyclopedia.

But probably -1 for not only rotary phone but “party line”; sometimes you couldn’t use the phone because someone else, in another house, was using that line.

Jason Isbell 24 Frames.

You thought God was an architect, now you know. He’s something like a pipe bomb ready to blow. And everything you built goes up in flames in 24 frames.

This is my life. A few years ago I decided to think about it differently - something happens, but I have the money to cover it. Gave up.

Oh I feel seen.

I was underweight a few years ago, and while it was not entirely healthy, I was indulging in the look and found some XXS Tall pants, in a beautiful blush color. Felt like a fucking supermodel on my way to work. Bought a chai latte, spilled it all over the pants before I ever got to work.

Also coveted these white cropped pants. Got them, same sort of thing.

Decided I am not qualified for white pants.

I see I see I see DP!

I can believe it. Physical inactivity, less creative play for children, distraction all the time.

Mind you, in some ways I don’t buy it - the two of my kids who were very academically motivated both learned much more in school than I did (I went during a conservative time when the schools were doing “back to basics” which didn’t help, but simple research before the Internet was so difficult that I didn’t have access to as much as they did, it took more effort to learn less) and those two are whip-smart. So I think the potential to be smart is higher now. Also maybe we have included more people in the measurements now that it’s easier to get the data.

But physical inactivity does harm brain health, plastic probably does, the dumbing down again in the schools here (is this some 40-50 year cycle?) certainly does. I do, like @drascus@sh.itjust.works work at maintaining my thinking by trying to learn new things, not just get good at what I am good at already; and do a lot to maintain physical health, meditate, and try to guard my sleep as much as possible within the context of a normal life.

If student artwork is allowed, as the administration states, she needs to have a word with the art teacher. A sign just like hers with real student handprints would be even better than the purchased poster.

Here the increases are capped at 3% per year if you live in the house. I lived in a shitty house we bought for 35k in the 1990s crash, and property taxes when we sold it in the breakup 20 years later were still under 1k a year, though insurance was crazy high. With husband we had to buy a much more expensive house, there are no shitty ones for sale anymore, all are snatched by corps to flip and rent. So now it’s high but in 20 years maybe it will seem low again. Especially if the market crashes and it’s re-assessed more reasonably.

It’s just inflation, I do think someone owning a home costs the city in roads, trash, transit, other services, Is not crazy to tax on property ownership.

We have a vibrant and sometimes political teams chat at my work, we would be toast if we were taken over by the magas. Yes we know it’s not private and do have also a group text. But haven’t ever worried since the whole organization is laid back regarding language and expression.

If I worked for the government? Hell no. No teams chat, not even “how was your weekend?” Nope nope nope.

Maybe not to heaven but you might get close?

If she doesn’t know how to please herself, you are gonna have a hard time figuring it out. Plus if you get to 25 or however old and haven’t, do you even have a sex drive? This is the worst marriage advice I’ve ever heard.

One handed touch typing. Piano playing. Palming a basketball. Horror movie actor. So much non masturbation potential.

What’s funny to me is that I looked 20ish when I was about 12 (didn’t even have my period yet), like got mistaken for a teacher in 7th grade, but looked about 20 when I was 20 as well. It slowed way down. And now people seem to think I don’t look as old as I am (I think I do, by definition) so it wasn’t acceleration, we are part of the group aging more slowly.

High school kids now are like when I went. Some look like they should be in elementary school, some look like they are full adult. More of them are fat, but otherwise it’s very similar.

Even setting aside people’s gender identity, 1.7% of the population is intersex. A law can’t make that untrue.

A lot. 4 that I had plus 5 I married into, some of those 5 my husband had adopted, some he’d spawned. Some were already grown when we got together though, so we didn’t have them all in the house (or car) at once.

It’s nice now they are grown because the kids have a good network of siblings and boyfriend/girlfriends, they hang out together and get along, help each other.

It’s so funny, my kids split out exactly half and half, one half of them I could have driven to Miami before they realized we weren’t headed to school, and the other half, if I took a different route would scream “you are going the wrong way!”

Yeah, my mom said she didn’t care about taking my dad’s last name, that it didn’t matter since, in her words “women don’t have last names anyway” they are just a way of tracing men’s family lines.

Or their dying screams, I don’t know, but the sound is the way I know it’s time to bottle it.

I make home-fermented ginger beer and no shit, Lemmy Shitposters, I can tell when it’s done by listening to it, it hisses. My husband laughs at me because I will lean down with my ear to the pitcher, but it’s the easiest way to tell.