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Pyramide de Sainte-Foy mentionnée!!
You sound like a hoot, what a great resignation!
How often are you fixing your dishwasher??
I wish I got gendered as a trans woman, it’s not what I am but it’s a better guess than being assigned male at sight.
The occasional ma’am always quickly gets “corrected”.


I guess you just have to sit with that shame, shame which I’m assuming from your post you already feel because of these thoughts, and figure out what it means for you. I hope for the animals’ sake that you stay vegan, but for your sake I hope you do whatever you need to have your peace.


I’ve definitely struggled with these exact thoughts a lot in the past.
As the longer I’ve been vegan, and as I’ve gotten older too, my perspective on veganism (and other decisions I’ve made for the environment, such as being car-free) has shifted.
I used to be really motivated to try and save the world. Surely, by leading by example, and sharing the facts and science, I could inspire the people around me to make more eco-friendly decisions. While a couple people I know have slightly reduced their meat intake, or now opt for a bicycle instead of a car for the occasional commute; most people only offer excuses and refuse to put their money where their mouth is, values-wise.
My perspective is now somewhat egoist; I’m vegan (and car-free, and other things) for myself. It makes me feel better to not participate in systems which actively harm society, our planet, or any living beings. So I do it. I’ve accepted the futility of trying to keep our planet livable for our species in the face of capitalism, but it still feels better for me to be vegan.
Do you think you’d feel better if you started eating meat again?
An extremely subjective and esoteric set of criteria. Sometimes it’s because the representation of Jesus is hot, sometimes the crucifix is rather ornate, sometimes it’s just different from what I’ve seen before.
I ended up with three crucifixes by various happenstance, and then I kinda just started buying cool ones whenever I’d see any in thrift stores.


Seriously, our flag is like the best thing Canada has going for it.
Although as much as I loathe little corner Union Jacks on flags, I have to admit I’d probably get a kick from the reaction of the entire province of Québec if it were to happen.


In 2014, my son started to ask for the popular block-building computer game known as “Minecraft.” Later that year, my wife and I decided to get said game for him, and he loved it. He constantly showed us his latest creations and buildings.
Little did we know, this seemingly innocent game was a gateway drug to cross-sex hormones, wrong-gender pronouns, and a replaced name.
You see, while it may seem like a healthy outlet for creative expression, Minecraft is actually a very popular game among so-called “trans-identifying children.” The reason for this is because the game allows for expression of dangerous ideas, and has little to no moderation, being primarily singleplayer.
One of the most problematic parts of this horrible game is the ability for players to upload their own “skins” – essentially, each player can create a character for themselves in simple photo editing apps such as photoshop. This means that the selection of characters is limited only by the players’ imaginations. On the surface, this seems to be a positive of the game, but it turns out that it is not.
This unlimited customization dangerously blurs the boundaries of gender and sex, and, especially considering the predominantly young player base of Minecraft, can be very confusing in terms of gender. One of these confused young people is my son, now 21 years old, who, it turns out, had been using the default “girl” skin of Minecraft, often shown in marketing alongside a more fitting masculine character. While this is not concerning on its own, having done so since the age of 11 will surely have contributed to his gender confusion.
However, this dangerous, confusing option is not the only element of Minecraft that contributed to my son’s gender confusion. You see, while Minecraft is most often single player, or on large-scale “mini-game” type servers – essentially giant online arcades made in the block game, it can also be played in the traditional “survival” mode in multiplayer. While multiplayer games are an excellent way for kids to interact with each other, it can also provide a way for them to communicate dangerous ideas without the guiding hands of their parents.
Ever technically minded, my son set up a multiplayer server to play with his boyfriend when they were 14 years old and just started dating. Unfortunately, due to Minecraft’s neglectful failure to include any filters or safeguards against dangerous and confusing ideological statements, it served as a funnel for the two of them to encourage each other in their “transitions.” Yes, that’s right – my son’s boyfriend is also gender confused. What’s worse is that these two, who are perhaps the worst possible people for each other, are engaged to get married in a “lesbian” wedding later this fall. I, of course, was not invited. Heaven forbid I try to save my son from his horrible confusion.
This other boy, I suspect, is the reason that my son is so confused as to his gender. And if another confused youth, with no malicious intent, was able to confuse my son through the game of Minecraft, imagine what maliciously intending adults can do to children whose parents are less vigilant about who their children are connecting with online. Not everyone has as much time for supervision as my wife and I had. And even then, we failed to save our son.
So, this is a warning to parents to be very wary of Minecraft, and other such online games without strict parental controls. And if your child already has Minecraft, as it has become much more popular in the past few years, be sure to check what “skin” they are using, and to have a talk about the possible confusion that could arise from using one that does not align with their gender.
Sincerely, a forgotten father.:::
It’s apparently attested since at least the 2nd century BCE; Roman playwright Plautus is usually credited with coining the term.
Hey, just because I’m a degenerate doesn’t mean I don’t care about maintaining healthy relationships with my friends!


Whenever I drive (which is rare) and I go through an intersection on a yellow light, I punch the ceiling of the car. I’ll even punch the air above my head if I run a yellow on my bicycle.
Someone told me back in high school that it’s bad luck not to do so, and for some reason it stuck with me.
I don’t think your parents not intervening necessarily reflects badly upon them; I can only imagine being parents of a sapphic nature comes with its share of difficulties, much as I imagine being the child of such parents would make you a target to teachers and schoolmates alike. It’s quite understandable that they should not want to add the burden of being the “confrontational” parents, both to you and to themselves.
Still, it is odd to denounce a parent standing up for their child as “threatening”. I agree that the other person’s initial comment came off as possibly being the rantings of a deranged helicopter parent. However, if their second comment, to which you replied, is to be believed, I find their objections to be just and right.
I have many friends who teach as their trade; I’ve no doubt that the plight of educators at the hand of undignant parents is more oft than not of a ridiculous nature; parents being very protective of their offspring. Yet we must not perceive this tendency as eternally true, as yet some are amongst the educators who should abuse the trust of old between master and pupil.
(Sorry I’m stoned and have been reading a lot of Tolkien recently; so I started replying, a bit subconsciously, in his style. I put too much into it to delete it, so please forgive my indulgent follies)
The comic addresses people that are making flimsy excuses about not wanting to reduce their meat consumption despite their environmentalist ideals. From your comment, you don’t sound like that describes you. Why do you feel shamed? It’s not directed at you.
I’m glad you called them out on it because that’s an insane thing to say to someone when you’re about to get married.


I used to see this guy bike past my apartment all the time. He had a speaker blasting country music and he’d scream-sing the lyrics. Not my type of music at all but his passion made me fuck with his vibe.
As someone who has also spoken French their entire life; I disagree. Is French orthography messy? Sure, but it’s a consistent mess. Like the other commenter said, once you know “eau” is pronounced “o”, you know. Un beau bateau sur l’eau.
Contrast with English, where rough & thorough thought is required throughout tough sentences such as this one just to figure out what the Fuck sound “gh” will make.
I really came to appreciate the difference in English and French when I used to work in pharmacies; my first job was in a French place, and I intuitively knew how to pronounce drug names at first encounter.
I later worked in a place with only Anglophones and I never got the prononciation on the first try. It was a guessing game.