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First time seeing this, thanks! Most of them are spot on. Kif needs to be squishier!
Thank you for approving me! And on Canada Day too!
The first thing that comes to mind is Brock Turner. He raped an unconscious woman behind a dumpster. To you does that fall under “violent rape” or “having sex with someone too drunk to consent”? In my view it’s both. The violence is inherent in the act of being violated. People need to err on the side of consent or accept the risk of being called a rapist.
In the 1920s a bunch of tobacco salesmen decided that they could make women associate cigarettes with the women’s rights movement. Smoking was previously seen as “unladylike”, but thanks to a handful of well-placed marketing campaigns, they were able to get women smoking almost overnight. What an accomplishment!
Personally, I’m of the opinion that marketing/advertising is one of the most insidious problems society has.
Absolutely. I was playing Cities: Skylines.
I would spend that year driving around in my doughnut truck, working at Dino Oil or Healthy Weeds, enjoy my weekends at the parking lot or the bouncy castle, and run to high ground during the next tsunami.
After winning the cash I’d ask to be transported to the Ark universe, and then I’d spend the rest of my life in a glass mansion, training armies of dinosaurs to do my bidding.
JK, I’d probably spend the rest of my very short life running naked from a dilophosaur while screaming. Still more fun than reality.
The writing is on the wall in Vancouver.
The media often phrases things this way, regardless of gender.
https://www.advocate.com/crime/2022/2/15/ex-dc-police-officer-charged-having-sex-16-year-old-boy
Back when I was a teen, my folks would go away for a month and a half every summer and leave us kids behind (we were teenagers and didn’t want to go) and obviously we would throw parties. One year I had cleaned the house really well and thought there was no way they would know. My dad came home and that’s how I learned he keeps two cold beers in the fridge for when he gets home. And they were gone.
He wasn’t mad we threw parties, he wasn’t mad we were underage drinking, but he was mad his two cold getting-home beers had been drank and not replaced. And that’s how I found out my parents are humans who knew we were having parties and they didn’t care as long as we didn’t die or mess with their shit.
