That shit is out there. My spouse came home this weekend after having a glass of wine on the neighbours deck (they’re good friends with the wife next door). Tells me that the husband randomly went off about how trans people are mentally ill, and that if one of their kids declared trans that they would put them in counselling. I already detest this guy, I only keep the peace my spouse and his wife are friends.(I actually didn’t join them because I didn’t have the headspace for him that night). My spouse’s comment was 'hes actually not very bright, is he’s.
Probably good that I didn’t join them, because if I’d have had three beers and heard that, I’m confident that my response would have ensured that we’d never be invited back again.
Last time he did something stupid, I’d had a few beers and let slip that I was an atheist, something that I don’t mention around here. He expressed shock, because how could I do all the stuff that I do without expectation of a pizza party in my honour or something when I died. I mentioned a few reasons, what I didn’t do was point out that he does nothing for those around him, and just as bad, doesn’t even go to church.
Very much an annoyed thought. Worse, the guy cuts part of my lawn, which drives me batshit. Unclear where the problem is, that he does that, or that I’m unable to not be very annoyed by it. I cringe everytime I hear his lawnmower.
It’s a sticker for my truck. He’ll see it in my driveway.
Next problem, just bought one. It’s perfect. It says ‘protect my trans homies or I will identify as a frekkin problem’. Mentioned this to my spouse and they are borderline putting their foot down against it. It’s not the sticker, but instead that they think it will cause conflict. They said they don’t want me to get stabbed, like a Waterloo prof did recently. Well, that’s prof is a good reason to do it, not a good reason not to do it. I see my role in this conflict as less of an ally, and more an opportunity to push back. I.e. not so much ‘this group is great’ and more ‘youre an asshole and I’m pointing it out’. Even better, because by all outward appearances I look like a socon.
Anyway, we will see how that plays out when the sticker arrives.
A) there are jerkoffs in every country
B) people with guns can overcome a lot of intimidation
Why go looking for a fight (which is what the sticker is implying)? And you aren’t gonna change anyone’s mind that way, either. (“Whoa, I don’t want that guy mad at me, I’m gonna be kind to and stand up for trans people…”)
Plus the message doesn’t make sense. You are cajoling people to stick up for and defend trans people or you will become a “frekkin problem”. What about telling just accepting the issue and “live and let live”?
If two people were picking on a trans in a crowd and no one was doing anything about it, the sticker seems to mean you will be a problem for those standing around and not protecting them. Is that true? Do you have a problem with every person who doesn’t actively protect a susceptible group? You’re hating on a lot of people then.
My 8yo son just woke us up to tell us he had thrown up all over his bed. He was singing in the shower as he was getting cleaned up, so he apparently is feeling fine, but it’s so gross. Why can’t kids throw up in the shower or outside or simply not on the top bunk of their beds?
I thought cleaning puke out of the kid’s bed and off the wall and floor near the bed was bad. Worse is waking up to the sound of the kid puking in my bed.
Both my kids have thrown up once each inside out cars. After being picked up from a party when they were in their late teens. I was assured both times it wasn’t the alcohol.
You know where I keep the car detailing supplies. Have fun with that.
Me: Did you do A or B?
THem: I did this, vaguely.
Me: So you did B? OK, in thinking about it, we have to do it B ,because (reasons why A won’t work).
Them: So you want me to do A.
Ugh. In my case the kid wasn’t feeling well so was sleeping next to me. However, there was another time I went to wake up the kid who was scrunched up on one end of the bed. There was puke at the other end. I felt kind of bad but it was nicer to deal with that in daylight after a full night of sleep.
I had a very long and challenging day. I had one particularly difficult interaction with my chief actuary and let’s just say I don’t think we will be getting matching friendship tattoos anytime soon.
Back in the day, my FSA supervisor had me doing work to teach me the biz (he was awesome). I did an ibnr study, I suppose to teach me about that. Then he had me present it to the chief actuary. I ran through it, and the chief said ‘5%? I could have told you that without a two week study’.
It sounds harsh, but it was actually hilarious af the way he said it. I still go out for lunch with him every year or two to stay in touch. One of my fond memories from working as an actuary, he was/is a really nice guy.
outta me 'cause I was in the middle of actuarializing!!!
