poshmark keeps sending me emails like “we hand-picked some outfits just for you that you will certainly love” and it’s always ugly garbage that I hate.
I just want poshmark to know that if I were an evil emperor and their algorithm were my personal stylist, I’d have it executed.
You hand-picked this for me? Really? A cheap, hideous penguin Christmas sweater? I hate stylized penguins and I hate Christmas almost as much as I hate you.
You know what I’d rather wear? Your miserable algorithmic hand, as a grisly keychain. In fact—
…wait. A jean corset? A fucking jorset?! This fucks, actually. Carry on; you may keep your hand.
you know when you’re a child and you’re like what’s the big deal what’s so wrong with leaving dirty dishes in the sink and then you’re an adult and the presence of dirty dishes that the other adults in the dwelling have left in the sink makes you homicidal
ya being kafkaesque isn’t about turning into a bug it’s about how if you turned into a bug your boss would still be like “ok but we’re short staffed can u still come in”
it’s important to acknowledge the domestic enslavement living through prisons and the police, but this system absolutely includes the borders and immigration laws, which exist to produce a slave class of workers who are quite literally non-citizens with no rights so that capitalists can exploit them and retaliate with deportation, often to homelands torn by war or poverty because of the U.S./the West.
there’s a book here, Fields of Resistance, that’s really informative. I’m in the middle of it but it’s been great so far
tldr: borders exist to enslave people
Abolish borders, abolish prisons, abolish ICE, abolish the police. They’re different machines of the same system
I really resent the way that the Overton window has shifted for online privacy, so that I sound like a hysteric when I say that I don’t want Facebook and Google to know everything about my life.
‘I don’t mind Facebook showing me pretty dresses.’
Cool! That’s the absolute least of what they do, though! They’ve experimented on inducing depression in their users! They actively interfere with elections! And they spy on everyone – not just their users, but all internet users. And they’re capable of working out who non-users are based on information their users feed them! Pardon me for thinking that’s not okay!
‘Advertisers don’t listen into your phone as much as everyone thinks.’
Cool! But they do fucking do it! And the amount I would like them to listen in on my conversations is none! I would like none spying! Zero tracking of my internet activity! Especially by companies who want to sell me shit!
Remember how in the 80s, ad companies would listen in to your private conversations in your house, and then send different catalogues to your mailbox as a result? No! Because they didn’t, and couldn’t. And people would have – quite rightly – considered that a massive invasion of privacy.
Remember how in the 90s, ad companies opened and read all of your personal mail, making copies to keep on microfiche, before allowing the re-sealed envelopes to reach your house? Because they didn’t, but it’s what Google does with your email! So they can serve you ‘more relevant ads’ in your inbox!
Why am I the outrageous radical for thinking that I should be able to at least partly control my own data? My own likes and dislikes? I’m not even proposing leaving the internet entirely! I didn’t even stop using Facebook because they’re shitlords, but because using it made me miserable. And I’m considering switching from Gmail to something else like Protonmail. I already use Firefox, and have an add-on installed that reduces Facebook’s ability to track me from site to site.
Why am I so strange for wanting to return to an internet where the people who serve me ads can’t name my age, postcode, eye colour, purchasing history, dietary preferences, and half-dozen closest friends without having to try to do it?
love that we live in a time where “hey, maybe a scenario that the tinfoil hat conspiracy theorists of yore imagined, where you were constantly being spied on and that data was used to adjust your environment to influence your political leanings and state of mind is…. not good?” is a weird opinion
when I was first coming out to myself I kept framing it as part of the thing where everyone has crosses to bear, their own struggles and temptations on the road to holiness. and liking girls was mine.
but here is the deal, sweethearts: your queerness itself isn’t the cross. loving yourself, raising your voice, keeping the faith when they say you’re intrinsically disordered–those may be, along with all the other pieces of trying to do right when they believe you’re wrong. I’m not saying it’s easy; what I mean is that you–your queerness–aren’t the problem.
you are wonderful and beloved and holy. fight and pray to keep and share that light of yours.
“neurodivergent people are bad at picking up social cues” statistically untrue every day i pick up on millions of social cues that literally do not exist
If your shot hit the tree, then it still missed the deer, my dude.
im not hunting deer im spraying shrapnel into a crowded room and youre in it. are you mad at me
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Since its installation Mr. Trash Wheel has intercepted over 3 million pounds of trash, making the harbor not only cleaner and more beautiful, but also a nicer home for local wildlife as well as waterfront businesses. Four different wheels now sit in Baltimore’s rivers, and soon more will be helping clean other cities across the globe.
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“If you go to MrTrashWheel.com you can actually download a spreadsheet of every dumpster we’ve pulled out of the harbor over the past seven years, with an estimate of different types of trash that was in that dumpster,” Lindquist said. “We know that we’ve pulled out over a million styrofoam containers from the harbor, and that’s the sort of information, data and photos that we share with our elected officials to let them know just how big of a problem this is.”
They’re also hungry, with a reputation for being able to gobble up larger pieces of trash, including a guitar, a full-size beer keg and on one occasion a ball python who escaped from its owner and made a home for itself on the warm battery casing of one of the Trash Wheels. Because the Trash Wheels don’t harm animals, they’ve become a kind of refuge for creatures seeking a safe place to nest. A mother duck once laid its eggs under the conveyor belt, and fish enjoy the oxygenated water that’s created as the wheel turns in the river during the summer.”
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If you’re a city leader or official, you can adopt your own Trash Wheel at MrTrashWheel.com.
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ALRIGHT EVERYBODY TIME TO CONTACT YOUR LOCAL OFFICIALS
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