In the canton of Fribourg in Switzerland, kids go door to door and sing to receive a little bit of change. I don't know where exactly why or when it started but I moved from one canton to the other when I was a kid and opening the door over and over for people sining in front of you was a surreal experience my first year. The following, I went singing myself :)
It’s not the absence of youth that makes women less beautiful.
It’s the absence of representation.
Men at 45: “distinguished.”
Women at 45: “expired.”
It’s not biology—it’s storytelling.
We don’t see ugly old men as ugly—we see them as powerful, confidant, sexy.
We don’t see aging women at all.
So the regional theocracy-for-hire ships missiles to the kleptocratic corpse dragging half the world down with it, aimed at the last place still bothering to resist. And the golf course messiah/antichrist? Dead silent, obviously.
Type 2 fun and overthinking. I am good at enjoying both.
Bouldering: I enjoy it, even though I’m not great at it. My short wingspan doesn’t help, and neither does my fear of heights. Every climb is a mix of determination and second-guessing my life choices and I'm excellent at the latest.
Gardening: It sounds relaxing, but in reality, it’s a cycle of overthinking. First, I stress about planting. Then I wait. And once/if it grows, there’s a whole lineup of threats: slugs, cats, deer, boars, hail… basically, everything conspiring against success. Not sure what I enjoy about it but I'd say I am moderately successful and can eat a self planted potato every year
I feel like no one who could have a sway (aside from the mass who is not organized and still devided at the moment) would benefit from trump not being in power. That's a lot of negatives, let me rephrase: I feel that no one with the power to influence—aside from the masses, who, if organized, could have significant sway—has much incentive to act, as they benefit from Trump being in power.
In the canton of Fribourg in Switzerland, kids go door to door and sing to receive a little bit of change. I don't know where exactly why or when it started but I moved from one canton to the other when I was a kid and opening the door over and over for people sining in front of you was a surreal experience my first year. The following, I went singing myself :)