I acquired chickens a month ago, was thrilled that I'd no longer need to buy eggs. Turns out, they don't lay in the winter without artificial light, and I'm not about to police my women's bodies for my own gain. Eggs are fucking expensive!
My name is Helen. I hated that there were no good nicknames for it (ugh, Helly...) but I love my name. Mentioned this to a friend who was like "you could use other parts of the name for a nickname..." and suggested Lenny. As a woman on the internet, having a gender ambiguous username is very beneficial, so I adopted it, and I absolutely love it. I added extra ns because then it'd look like bad kerning Lemmy.
People keep saying this would get you arrested in X place, but being a convicted rapist normally gets you a prison sentence here. Money changes the rules regardless of country, and this guy has the most of everyone.
I was one of those who kept their twitter account because it was a good source for weather updates and breaking news. I wanted to leave but I justified it by not posting, and only interacting with my feed. Today I reached my breaking point when a comment chain on a non political post on my feed devolved into blue checkmarks saying why the platform owner was allowed to do a Hitler salute. I realized that the weather and niche news I got from the platform was VASTLY devalued by the sheer amount of racist and hateful commentary on everything. Yeah, I'm not being part of any of that, this man is a danger, and anyone who still follows or defends him is dead to me.
Imagine being a billionaire and wanting more wealth. In any other capacity than money, this would scream severe mental health issues. Bring back lobotomies.
My husband once said to me, "this is a terrible thing to say, and I don't want you to feel bad, but you do seem like the type who might shake a baby" - I was sterilized by then so it was funny vs insulting.
I do not have kids. I got sterilized (had my fallopian tubes removed) in my mid 30s. I never really felt the urge to have them, and the idea of having them became more and more of an icky thought. I am a sleepy person who wakes up at noon on weekends. I'm messy and forget the laundry in the machine. I'm self centered and like to spend what I earn on me, or choose when I feel like gifting and giving to others. I'm picky, I like to find things exactly how I left them, and I don't like sharing with people who aren't my husband. I'm not a bad person, I just understand my behaviors and realize that I don't really have a responsibility to change as long as I'm child free. Add to that the fact that I have so many hobbies, a close knit group of friends, and a bunch of pets - I never feel bored or lonely and I know it'll only get better with age. Kids just never factored in.
It kinda pisses me off tbh. It's like that friend that has to keep telling you how boring the movie is when you're just trying to sit and watch it. Like, stfu and go away then, stop trying to be a crab on the bucket for the rest of us.
Fran will go undercover if she feels truly at ease, which happens rarely because Snuggles is an ever present danger. When he is about, the others sleep with one eye open, but when he's off sleeping in a new novel location, Fran, Melon, and Struggles will toy with burrowing and cuddling. It's a treacherous time for all of them.
I acquired chickens a month ago, was thrilled that I'd no longer need to buy eggs. Turns out, they don't lay in the winter without artificial light, and I'm not about to police my women's bodies for my own gain. Eggs are fucking expensive!