My very good friend, who I feel for and respect and like a lot, has just proposed creating a survey that women would have to take after a bad date to tell the guy what to improve.
Romance is dead, it was murdered in my lifetime, we're just a matter of time until arranged marriages come back in a big way.
It's the same mindset that thinks a "Temple Recommend" can confuse God just enough to get you into Heaven.
They'd love a very small, very short, easily bypassed list of things that are unforgiveable sins, so they can present a little laminated card saying they've not committed those sins.
- Murder (but not in a "just war" or in "self defense" or fuck it let's just kill anybody who looks at us funny or just looks like we don't like!)
- Accepting welfare
And don't confuse my desire for privacy with introversion, you're just doing it again.
You're going to have to meet people halfway. The yokels in the South and the jamokes in the Rust Belt don't know every conceivable inclusion merit badge phrase you drop. It's honestly just easier to avoid political/academic shibboleths entirely, you come off as deliberately dismissive.
But, of course, that's me, a low key, lazy person who would rather just get through the day and back home than advertise/telegraph literally anything about myself to strangers, you do you.
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The Atomic Kadmon
My pronouns are inscrutable, maddening to the unwary.
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Church of the SubGenius Members-Only MastoDobbs.