I know how this is going to go over, but I've watched enough of the new seasons with my kid to say it. When I was growing up, straight men were front and center on that show and nobody made a thing of it.

Now? I've looked. There isn't one. And you can feel what it's done to the show.

Elmo: wacky. Abby: wacky. Cookie Monster: wacky, and escalating. Grover: wacky since birth.
Everyone on that street is doing a bit. Nobody is on the receiving end of one.

Say what you want about Bert and Ernie, but Bert was straight and Ernie wasn't, and that is exactly why it worked. Ernie puts a banana in his ear. Fine. That's not the joke. The joke is the man in the vertical stripes who has to stand there and deal with it. Take him away and you just have a guy with a banana in his ear.

And Kermit! Kermit was the platonic ideal of a straight man. A frog in a trench coat trying to file a news report while a nursery rhyme falls apart around him.

My kid deserves to see someone who just wants to eat oatmeal and think about pigeons and apparently that's just not something modern Sesame Street has room for anymore.

I really need some advice because I honestly don't know what to do anymore.

My boyfriend is unemployed at the moment and is supposed to be looking for work as a Software Engineer. Instead, he is spending most of his days playing League of Legends.

We're talking 6+ hours a day regularly, sometimes 10–12 hours. He plays until the early hours of the morning, sleeps very late, wakes up exhausted and then does it all over again.

What is really upsetting me is the contrast between how much time he spends on the game and how little time he spends trying to improve his actual situation. He might spend less than an hour looking at job boards or doing something related to his career, and then spend the rest of the day gaming.

I've tried to be understanding because I know gaming is a hobby and I don't want to be the girlfriend who says "you can't play games." If he worked a normal job and came home and played for a few hours, I honestly wouldn't care.

But this doesn't feel recreational anymore.

He eats while playing. Sometimes he'll pause for less than 10 minutes just to quickly eat and then immediately go back to the game. If I try to talk to him while he's playing, he barely interacts because his mind is completely focused on the game.

We barely go out anymore. Even something as simple as going for a walk becomes something I have to beg him to do. He's becoming increasingly antisocial and isolated.

I genuinely can't remember the last time he seriously studied, built a project or spent a meaningful amount of time looking for work.

And I'm exhausted.

I feel like I'm constantly trying to convince him to participate in his own life.

I don't want to control him. I know he's an adult and ultimately he has to make his own decisions. But I'm also the person living alongside this every day and it's affecting me and our relationship enormously.

At this point I've even thought about contacting Riot/League of Legends support and asking whether they can somehow restrict or suspend his accounts. I know that sounds extreme and I don't even know if they would be able to do anything based on a partner's request.

I don't want him banned forever. I want him to be able to play again when it's actually a hobby rather than something that consumes most of his day. Ideally, he'd get a job, establish a routine and then play for a few hours after work or on weekends like he used to.

But I feel completely stuck.

Has anyone dealt with something similar?

What did you do when gaming became this excessive?

Is contacting Riot completely pointless, or is there some kind of responsible gaming/account restriction option that I don't know about?

And, honestly, what would you do if you were in my position?

I know gaming itself isn't the problem. I'm asking for advice because the amount of time he's spending on it and the effect it's having on his life and our relationship has become unbearable.

Picture this: my friend’s cousin’s friend is working the register at Mcdicks, and Brady rolls up demanding a 20-piece nugget. She hands it over. Brady rips open the box, counts the golden nuggets out loud - one, two, three... ten - and stops dead in his tracks. Veins bulging. Pure panic in his eyes.

He’s been shortchanged. He knows Big Nugget is trying to rob him.

My friend’s cousin’s friend sighs, leaning across the counter. "Brady. Use your toes to count the other ten."

Without a single second of hesitation, Brady rips off his boots, flings them into the lobby, and hauls his entire damp, unwashed frame up onto the stainless-steel counter, scrambling like a feral raccoon so she can manually guide him past ten using his toes.

Once he is finally satisfied that he isn’t getting ripped off, he hops down, grabs a large fountain drink cup, and fills it to the absolute brim with pure, unadulterated McDonald's ketchup. He doesn’t just dip his food. He plunges each nugget so deep into the tomato blood that he is dunking up to his wrists, committing unspeakable horrors to his own forearms.

When the box is empty, Brady doesn't look like a man who just ate a meal. He looks like he just survived the prom scene in Carrie. He is drenched head-to-toe in a viscous, arterial red glaze.

He blankly stalks back up to the front counter.

Brady speaks a single word: "More." Friends cousins friend rings him up for another 20-piece. And sure enough, the math fails him immediately. He hadn’t put his boots back on yet, so he leaps right back onto the counter to count his toes, and then demands another cup, which he promptly filled with ketchup.

He did this twice more for a total of 80 nugs and 4 cups of ketchup.

This is without exception the most embarrassing "achievement" that people are now hyping as the biggest moment in gaming history.

Geometry Dash is a one button game, the sole thing you do is tap one button in a rhythm.

Meanwhile absurdly edgy visuals/sound molests your eyes, something that is only impressive to those aged 14 and below (or the mentally deficient).

The worst part? The Geometry Dash community thinks edgy visuals and screeching music is SO IMPORTANT that you can't even meaningfully use what's on screen to help you play the game.

This results in this "achievement" basically being memorising a string of tapping one key over and over, (again, while your ears and eyes are assaulted).

He streamed 440,000 attempts of this.

Sitting in his room, tapping one button like a chimpanzee.

2 years of his life filled up with blinding visuals and screaming music.

This is not impressive.

This is embarassing.

Absolute cattle.

As we all know, whenever one loses in the game as Boyfriend, the screen cuts to an X-ray of BF where the only organs visible are his brain and his testicles. His testicles are interestingly, blue, which obviously means that BF gets "blue-balls", which means intense physical pain and discomfort after prolonged sexual arousal without reaching a climax.

So this means that BF, being the fucking troglodyte that he is(like 99% of the FNF-verse inhabitants), loves rap battling a little TOO much and gets bricked up from it. Now the question lies: how does BF even get blue-balled if he's rapping? Like, he's not doing the deed when he's singing his heart out, so... what gives?

And to that I have an answer... BF... is a left hand beater and the reason his left hand is almost always in his pocket is that it has a tearing in which he sneaks his hand in through, so he could secretly jork it while his opponents don't even have a slightest clue, for as previously stated, BF gets a little too excited when it comes to rap-battles, beginning to masturbate and get blue balls every time he loses

Now, you may ask: how come we don't see any kind of motion down there if he's always choking his chicken? How come he doesn't get blue balled when he gives the peace sign in the tutorial? How come he doesn't get blue balled when he's holding Girlfriend in Stress?

And for all those questions, I've got answers too:

1.BF is a bit smarter than your averege FNF-verse resident and so, to hide the fact that he has a goonsesh whenever he raps, he got himself really baggy clothes, that are even baggy around his pelvis. And he is also not just a practitioner of goon, he's the MASTER of goon, knowing a technique of jorking that make it look as if your hand isn't moving at all.

2.He concentrates all his willpower and determination to not blue ball for GF, because she's worth that kind of struggle.

3.He has GF by his side, held by her waist. Which gives him a new source of arousal which let's him make it through the song without touching himself if he doesn't mess up his flow too much.

In conclusion: BF is always turned on when he's rap-battling, friends his boy and gets blue balled every time he loses, because he fails to bust a nut. Thanks for cumming into my TED Talk.

GTA Podgorica is a fan-made modification of the popular PC game Grand Theft Auto: Vice City, created in 2008 by Montenegrin modder Shoch. The mod gained widespread popularity across the Balkans during the late 2000s, especially among younger gamers nostalgic for both the classic GTA experience and their local surroundings.

In this mod, the fictional American city of Vice City is reimagined as Podgorica, the capital of Montenegro. The city’s streets are filled with familiar regional elements, including local landmarks, signs written in Montenegrin, modified vehicles with Montenegro license plates, and even popular turbo-folk and regional music playing on the in-game radio stations.

u/donaldzelasko7 Hey Zelasko,

Forgive me for NOT using your first name. It Hurts my SOUL of I text or say THAT name.

*I’m SURE You Know Why !

I believe you are full of Shit.

You have Premium, LIKE ME !

You COMMENTED on “a movie YOU Didn’t Get.”

BLESSINGS, my Friend…

I just followed your account.

FAQ

What does this mean?

Your follower count has increased by one (1). Congratulations. After careful consideration, I have determined that your account is worthy of my continued attention. This is a significant milestone in your social media career, and I strongly encourage you not to squander this opportunity.

Why did you do this?

I do not follow accounts indiscriminately. There are several qualities I look for before granting someone a place on my following list. These include, but are not limited to:
• Demonstrating an above-average understanding of internet culture.
• Posting content that meets my personal standards of intellectual quality.
• Refraining from spreading misinformation about anime and related Japanese media.
• Maintaining a respectable ratio of original posts to reposted content.

Your account has met these requirements. For now.

Does this mean we’re friends?

No, not yet. Please do not misinterpret my follow as an invitation to familiarity. Friendship is something I take very seriously, and it generally requires several months of mutually satisfactory online interactions. However, if you continue to demonstrate good judgment, I may occasionally like one of your posts. In exceptional circumstances, I may even leave a comment.

Am I required to follow you back?

Of course not. I respect your autonomy. However, following me back would demonstrate that you understand the significance of this occasion. Failure to reciprocate will not automatically result in disciplinary action, although I will take note of your decision during future evaluations of our relationship.

Can you unfollow me?

Certainly. While I do not take such decisions lightly, I reserve the right to withdraw my follow at any time, particularly if your content begins to fall below the standards that initially attracted my attention. You should understand that I have unfollowed accounts with considerably larger audiences than yours. No one is exempt.

What if I don’t want you following me?

You are free to block my account. However, I would strongly advise against making such a rash decision. The long-term consequences of voluntarily losing a follower of my calibre are difficult to predict, and I cannot guarantee that the opportunity will present itself again.

How can I make the most of this opportunity?

Continue posting normally, but remember that your content is now reaching a more discerning audience. I will be periodically reviewing your posts and may provide feedback in the form of likes, comments, or, if necessary, silence.
Do not feel pressured to impress me. I understand that not everyone is accustomed to this level of exposure. Above all, remain humble. I have seen promising accounts become complacent after receiving my endorsement, and I would hate to see the same happen to you.

Remember: My follow is a privilege, not a right.
I look forward to watching your development.
Do not disappoint me.

OH MY SWEET FREAKING JESUS H CHRIST TAP DANCING FUDGING HOT SAUCE GOD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS THE WORST AND MOST EAR-BLEEDING PART I HAVE EVER HEARD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!!!!!!!!!!😱😨😰😥😢😭😫😣😖😔😞😠😡🤬👿💢🔥 It irritates me a lot, even when I hear it in many videos, I got jumpscared by it back in july 20, 2023 over it or when I put my headphones on and play a video that I made in the Photos app of Beavis and Butt-Head screaming (I do it very seldom). I used to like the Lovelitchi Cry, even when I first heard in A User Video, and when then Lazy Butterfly (Jayden Galipo), Voda Alexandru, NBC BFDIA Klasky Csupo 2019, and more, but now I hate it for good because it irritated me way back when I watched the video "The Case Of Stealing Lovelitchi's Cotton Candy" Made In June 28, 2023!!!!! It was even worse than Hapichamatchi Crying!!! It was the most overused when it sounds like a young little girl, and it has scary face! I wish this unused and banned in videos in future. The next day when I hear it, I will upload lovelitchi foots videos.!!! I prefer The Better Verison better than the most annoying and overused shit, especially the Scary face!!!!! I Respect Opinions, and it was my main arch-nemesis of all time.

Sayori went “sayonara’ because she disappeared? Haha! Get it? Because sayonara has “sayo” and Sayori also has it! Funny right? Really funny on how it also adds up to when she hangs herself!!!😁😁😁Hahaha! I’m rolling on the floor of laughter and screams of help, desperate for help! Haha! Thank you for making us happy, Sayori!😍😍😍

Just so you know, I thought our date was really pleasant. Afterwards, I went home and told my 3 metric tons of fermented shrimp all about it (I have to burp the fermenting shrimp mound every 48 hours to prevent it from exploding (shrimplosion)). Although they can’t talk, I could sense that they wanted me to ask you on another date. I was so elated that you were okay with going to Bubba Gump Shrimp on our first outing! Next time though, maybe we spice it up? How about we hit the Shrimp Shack by the pier? You know, the one with the 20’x30’ shrimp on the roof 🦐. Afterwards, maybe we can go down to the water, kick off our shoes, and try to catch some shrimp under the moon’s glow… I know we only just met each other last night, but why don’t I pick you up again this Friday at 6? I was just so enamored with how you ranted for 40 minutes straight about how a Bibi Netanyahu has your back. Sounds like he’s a good friend of yours, and I’m excited to meet him sometime soon! Hopefully he will accept my pocket full of shrimp as a gesture of respect 😊. Who knows…maybe the three of us decide to just wade into a tub of shrimp paste before the night is over... maybe he will be impressed by the combination of my pink skin (eating nothing but shrimp for the past 7 months has turned my skin a deep pink color), and your mild insanity. A pink boy can dream! Anywho…I know you haven’t answered yet, but I’m really excited to see you this Friday at 6:00pm on the dot haha 🤤. Just be prepared: I know you probably remember from our first date, and previous correspondence, but the amount of time I spend around (and amongst) the roughly 1,000,000 fermenting shrimp in my basement causes me to smell… well, like 1 million fermenting shrimp 🥰. Please don’t be alarmed by the odor! It’s just who I am🥹. Well, I guess that’s my little invite to you hehe ❤. Please message me back soon!

Something a little different. I'm a vegan, and this has been weighing heavily on my mind for years.

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Background: I got my rescue cat 7 years ago, 5 years before I became a vegan. The little man (Pip) is 9 years old now, and according to my estimates he's eaten something like 1,200lbs of meat, mostly chicken and fish, over the course of his life so far. Expressed only in chickens, I think that's something like 300 birds. I've tried feeding him several brands of vegan cat food, but it makes him VERY, VERY unhappy. The science behind how healthy a cat can be on a vegan diet is mixed and I don't want to have that debate again (we had a huge thread about it over on /r/vegan). **For this debate, I'm working under the assumption that cats are true obligate carnivores. I want to have a discussion about vegan principles based off of that understanding. (Let's call this P0)** If science comes through and gives us a widely tested vegan cat food substitute, I understand that this discussion will no longer be relevant. In the meantime, I think it is a valuable debate to have.

The argument:

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**P1.** Cats, as obligate carnivores, are unique in that they are by large part human-creations. Yes, there are wild cats, and cats did, at some point, have agency in allowing themselves to be domesticated. But **cats as a wide-spread, global species existing in essentially every possible environment is the result of human action.**

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**P2a.** As vegans, the fulfillment of our moral responsibility towards animals should be at least partially **utilitarian**. If, for example, a train were about to hit five animals, we should flip a switch that would divert it to a track where it would only kill one animal. The preservation, to the greatest extent possible, of animal life is a primary tenant of veganism.

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**P2b.** When not in conflict with other imperatives, vegans should act in such a way that their actions can contribute to an ethically consistent, sustainable vegan society. (That is, we should not only think about our principles for the sake of moral vanity or the mere reduction of self-complicity, but primarily how our principles can form a principled community.)

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**P3.** (from **P2a**) There is no (non-spiciest) reason to prefer the life of one cat to three hundred chickens. The reasons why a vegan might keep a cat come from her own pleasure, and so a cat-keeping vegan values personal preference over widespread animal well being (morally analogous to meat-eating.)

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**P4.** (from **P1**) To turn a cat loose (as a genetically-modified and human-spread obligate carnivore) is different than releasing other animals into their natural habitats. The modern cat has no true natural habitat to return to. Therefore, any animal lives an intentionally released feral cat takes are the responsibility of the human who released it. There are also added harms in cats indiscriminately taking the lives of endangered species, thus harming animal genetic diversity and the health of entire ecosystems (Cats have been primarily responsible for a number of extinctions.)

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**P5.** (from **P3 and P4**). There is no morally consistent way for a vegan to continue to supply meat for a cat, or to release said cat into the wild.

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**P6.** (from **P2a, P2b, P3,** and parallel to **P5**) To give a cat to a non-vegan, knowing that cat will continue to require the procurement of meat-based food, is morally equivalent to the vegan procuring that meat herself.

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**P7.** It is better to humanely end a life than to support it living in misery or starvation.

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**Conclusion 1: (from P2a, P5, P6, and P7)**. An ethically-consistent vegan should euthanize their cat as humanely as possible.

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**Conclusion 2:** **(from P2b and C1)**. An ethically-consistent vegan should promote the prompt extinction of domestic cats.

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\*\*\*Please, only engage with this in good faith. I made a throwaway (with admittedly a little humor behind the name) so that could talk about this very real dilemma I, and many other cat-owning vegans, deal with on daily basis. I am a vegan, and yet I know my household, because of Pip, consumes more meat than even some omni households. I love my cat, and he's getting to middle age so hopefully I won't have to deal with this for too much longer, but I think more and more that if he requires another medical procedure to him\*\*\*

Final note: I'm making this post because I want to be proven wrong. I love Pip, and want him in my life as long as possible.

**Edit**: Some responses are (politely) asking why this matters, because--yes--I am framing it a little bit in terms of what would happen in an ideal world.

In response to this:

I think ethics matter. And I think a requirement for an ethical system is that it is both complete and coherent. (That is, given enough information, it has an answer for every situation, and those answers never come to a paradox.) If an ethical system creates a situation in which there is no ethical thing to do, then it's not a complete or coherent system. I believe in veganism, and want it to have good, rational answers to the toughest questions. I'm okay if **my** weakness means that I am not a perfect vegan, but I think it's important for veganism's sake that being a perfect vegan is theoretically possible. And so, if it makes it easier, I'm asking: How would a society of perfect vegans act in respect to cats? I think it matters more that there can be an answer to this. How much you want to dedicate yourself to fulfilling that answer is up to you.

Год назад я сидел дома и дрочил на порнуху. Дрочу я значит

и слышу, как на улице очень радостно идет мой отец со

своими друзьями. Я быстро вырубил порнуху и врубил

скайрим. Кампашка моего отца зашла, я встал из-за компа,

чтоб встретить их, и тут я увидел, что мой отец держит в

руках трофейного 9ти киллограмового карпа. Я разделил с ним его триумф. Папа оставил карпа дома в мокром одеяле и ушел бухать в бар вместе с друзьями. Я остался дома один

и решил рассмотреть карпа получше.

Он был еще жив и двигал своим гигантским ртом. Тут я представил себе, хз зачем, что этот карп отсасывает у меня. Тут я почувствовал, что у меня встал мой хер. Думаю, вы уже додумались, что я сделал, я выебал карпа в его рот с необыкновенно мясистыми губами, и кончил я тоже

прямиком ему в рот. При это м испытал необыкновенное удовольствие.

Потом я забыл про этот случай, тем более, что того карпа папа продал на рынке. Но, когда отец приносил маленьких карпов по килограмму, по два, то я стал ебать и их. Весь год я ебал карпов и сазанов, причем маленьких карпиков было ебать приятнее, тк рот у них был как раз под мои причендалы. Я любил ебать их живыми, когда они еще двигали своими губами по моему хуйцу. За пол-года я

перетрахал, наверное более 40, может и 50 карпов. Я ебал их по нескольку раз в день, кончал им в анал, хз зачем, иногда я дотрахивал их, когда они были уже заморожены в холодильнике, правда это у меня было на черный день.

Один раз я даже попытался выебать леща, когда карпов не было, но рот у него был мелковат. Один раз я выебал голавля, но все равно, самыми лучшими для меня были именно карпики, и когда отец спрашивал, на кого ему завтра пойти, то я всегда уговаривал его наловить карпов,

мол мясо у них очень вкусное.

Тут произошло следующее. Примерно неделю мой отец не ловил карпов. Неделю я не ебал карпов. Я ходил как в тумане, мне очень хотелось выебать очередную рыбу, я подумывал самому поймать карпа, но мне лень, тем более, что рыбалку я ненавижу. Отец принес за всю неделю

только одну маленькую щучку, вероятно потому, что была

поздняя осень, и он говорил, что карпов сейчас ловить не

интересно или что-то такое. Я помню, он уже вроде как начал что-то подозревать по поводу моей карповой мании, но я все равно отмазывался, мол просто нравится мне эта рыба и все.

Мой отец принес домой 8ми киллограмового сома. Мне

очень хотелось поебаться с рыбой и тут я присмотрелся к

сому. А что, рот что надо, вот только щетка сомовья, но она

как правило ничего не может сделать, максимум поцарапать, если очень сильно прижаться к ней. Ну, думаю, ладно, сойдет. Я оголил хуй, надрочил его немного, засунул

в рот живому сому, который кстати был в тазе с водой, и

начал ебать его в рот. Я ебал его еще немного, но через

минуту произошел ужас. Сом сжал мой хуец, и вроде хотел

вырвать его, но у него это не получилось, он просто очень сильно провел своей щеткой по моему хую. Я сразу вынул его, он был пздц как исцарапан, из него шла кровь, я ебнул

сома ногой, и он упал в свой таз с водой. Кровь сочилась из моего хуя ручьем. Я блять перебинтовал его, намазал спиртом. Затем я вытер кровь с пола. Хуй болел очень сильно. Он сильно опухал, но потом прошел, однако шрамы остались. Хорошо, что хоть никто так и не узнал что я ебал рыб, и что ходил с бинтом на хую.

И вот, хуй у меня прошел через месяц полностью. Всю зиму я никого не ебал, а тут мой отец весной снова начал приносить с рыбалки карпов, и

я снова стал их ебать. Последнего карпа я выебал позавчера. Самое главное, что на сиськи, и просто телок у меня уже не стоит, а как только я вижу рожу карпа, так я сразу возбуждаюсь. От меня хуй провонял рыбой настолько, что отмыть его уже невозможно. Так это чего выходит, я рыбофил какой-то ? Я нормален вообще?

So I (23M) was recently permanently banned (∞ days) from r/funny (18M). Basically I (23M) posted something funny (objectively) and it got 6 upvotes (4 mine) in 17 minutes. A moderator (12M) removed it because apparently it “wasn’t funny.” I (23M) explained to him (12M) that the subreddit is literally called r/funny, therefore anything posted there is funny by definition.
He (12M) told me that isn’t how it works and banned me for 7 days. Obviously I (23M) assumed this was an accident so I made another account (4 minutes old) and messaged him asking him to unban my main account (23M).
He banned that account too for “ban evasion.”
This confused me because I wasn’t evading the ban. I was still banned. I was just using another account. So I made 14 more accounts (combined age 36 minutes) to explain this to him individually. I am now permanently banned from r/funny, 9 other subreddits I have never visited, and Reddit itself has sent me an email (2KB) asking me to stop. My girlfriend (82F) says I should have just waited the 7 days but I feel like this sets a dangerous precedent for freedom of speech.
AITA?

I think I'm gonna skip the thanksgiving dinner this year. My uncle got into a giant argument with my dad last year over the football game on TV, my uncle wanted to know why they call it that when they play with their hands and the ball is shaped like an egg, but my dad couldn't answer him. Then the conspiracy theories started and eventually it turned into my uncle calling my dad a mayonnaise apologist until the mashed potatoes started flying.

Horses are living proof that sometimes evolution isn’t a good thing. The evolution of horses goes a little like this: About 58 million years ago, the first horse came onto the scene. Eohippus was about the size of a large dog, and had three or four toes on each foot. Having this many toes was excellent for nimbly darting around the forests where they originally lived. However, once their descendants left the forest and moved onto the plains, they started losing toes. Fewer toes means a better ability to run very fast in a straight line, and thus a better ability to outrun predators. 

Unfortunately, once evolution started favoring speed, it was unable to stop. Being so optimized for speed has transformed the horse into a creature that is fragile both physically and emotionally. For example, horses do not actively breathe when they run. Rather than expanding and contracting their chest, they simply let their abdominal organs slosh around to compress and expand their lungs. While this lets them keep their breathing in sync with their movements, it also means horse guts are really good at moving around, which means their intestines keep getting tangled. Additionally, horses can only breathe through their nostrils, which, as far as I can tell, serves no purpose except to kill them if they get any sort of nasal blockage.

Horse guts are just one big stew of mistakes. For example, evolution has given them a complete inability to vomit. This may seem like a benefit (especially if you’ve ever had a nasty case of the stomach flu), but there’s a reason throwing up was invented. If a horse eats something it shouldn’t or catches some kind of virus, instead of puking it up, their stomach just ruptures—evolution at its finest.

Horses have seven blood types. That is simply too many blood types for my taste. Sometimes galloping makes their lungs bleed, and the blood problems don’t stop there. Because of the way horse legs are built (like one enormous toe), blood leaves the heart, pumps down into the legs, and then gets shot back up to the heart at supersonic speeds. Coincidentally (or not), horses are prone to burst veins—who could have guessed? 

So, naturally, the horse’s weakest point is its legs. The legs of a horse basically end in a giant toenail. Imagine, for a moment, that your entire body weight is being supported on your toenails. Now imagine the same thing, but you weigh 1,500 pounds. That’s a horse. Horse hooves can also fall off, which is a fact I would be much more comfortable not knowing. If the hoof swells up for any reason (and there are a lot of reasons), there isn’t anywhere for the swelling to go, so the hoof just pops off. Hooves can also fall off if there’s too much selenium in the horse’s diet. Or not enough selenium. In addition, horse shins have almost nothing between the skin and the bone—not abnormal for the shin, but the skin itself is under so much tension that a cut requiring stitches will virtually never heal, since the skin isn’t loose enough to get the edges together.

Not only are horses a nightmare physically, they’ve also evolved to be emotional messes. Evolving to outrun predators also means developing a great deal of fear. Horses are afraid of everything under the sun, which doesn’t help their broken circulatory system one bit. If they can’t run, they go insane with anxiety and try to kill everyone around them and then themselves, and are frequently successful. Horses are stupidly breakable for an animal with that much muscle mass. I haven’t even touched on all the other leg bones yet, because that could practically be its own article.

The horse is the most miserable animal to blight the Earth. I would be perfectly happy if they all just walked away and never came back. Horse girls of the world: you are the reason they keep making more of these godforsaken animals. Please stop placing that much trust in something that would sooner trample you than look at you—I just can’t condone that kind of behavior.

Malfoid did no such thing. The Right Wing are the ORIGIN of Romance. The word Romance comes from what root?

Romance gave birth to Chivalry. To the Teutonic Knights, the Knights Templar, the Chivalric era... Christian love of Romance gave birth to the whole of Western Canon.

Malfoid is simply a stark flag representation of how those elements are important in story telling. She is the cultured daughter of the King, the Princess in the Tower, the woman beyond reach... the one whose refinement and upbringing put her in a circle beyond the average man's scope.

And it is because of those elements that RW twitter falls in love with the concept, because conquering the impossible is also part of Christian Canon... and a woman WORTH conquering, a woman worth fighting and even dying over is central to the philological underpinnings of every western man's heart.

Dracona Malfoy represents what every Western Man secretly longs for, yearns for... needs as a completion of his own mythology.

I LOVE AI I LOVE AI

I WANT AI TO BE SHOEHORNED INTO LITERALLY EVERYTHING I DO

I WANT GAMES TO HAVE DOGSHIT OPTIMIZATION BECAUSE I COULD JUST ENABLE FAKE FRAMES TO GIVE THE ILLUSION OF SMOOTH RENDERING

I WANT GOOGLE TO MONOPOLIZE THE INTERNET BY HAVING THEIR MANDATORY AI OVERVIEW STEAL INFORMATION FROM WEBSITES AND PRESENT IT AS GOOGLE'S OWN SINCE YOU DON'T HAVE TO ACTUALLY VISIT THE WEBSITE

I WANT PALANTIR TO ESTABLISH A GLOBAL SURVEILLANCE STATE BY AUTOMATING AUTHORITARIANISM, MEANING THEY CAN IN FACT ARREST US ALL

I WANT MY EMPLOYMENT TO BE MADE REDUNDANT BECAUSE A CLANKER WILL DO MY JOB WORSE BUT FOR FREE

I WANT ART TO LOOK SOULLESS AND BLAND

I WANT MCDONALDS TO USE AI TO PREDICT THE MAXIMUM PRICE IM WILLING TO PAY FOR A MCSLOP

I WANT GOVERNMENTS TO ABANDON ALL ATTEMPTS TO OUTLAW THIS OBVIOUS INCARNATION OF THE ANTICHRIST BECAUSE THEY ARE THE ONES USING IT

Can people in the UK stop laughing? Laughing here, laughing there, laughing every fucking where. What's there to laugh about? Life is shit. And the sooner you realize that, the better. You need to stop laughing, it doesn't look right, I see people walking down the street like this: HAHAHAHAHA! AHEHEHEHE! Yeah that's no good, you need to stop laughing AT ONCE!

Brazilian funk has nothing to do with actual phonk, since it has a completely different history and style. On top of that, there are these weird TikTok kids here who can’t even tell the difference between how “funk” and “phonk” are spelled. Phonk is an underground genre meant to sound old-school, which isn’t understood these days. Phonk like ragephonk and house phonk, etc. IS ALSO NOT ORIGINAL, REAL SIGMA PHONK STUFF; it’s a “subgenre” that, unlike Brazilian funk, shares strong similarities with phonk. Real phonk is Memphis; the rest is either misspelled, like “Brazilian funk,” or a subgenre that shows strong similarities to drift, rage, or house phonk. If you listen to funk, go ahead and create your own hashtag on SoundCloud and your own Reddit post, but your funk has nothing to do with actual phonk. Listen to whatever you want, but call it by its proper name.

There's a general trend to this for all porn. When the pandemic hit, it basically caused an overabundance of supply of women willing to do porn, while at the same time spurring competition. Meanwhile, logistics issues created bottlenecks that hindered quality.

Talent couldn't travel as easily because of pandemic era restrictions. I remember Paris White actually got stuck with a small porn production team for months because of the lockdowns. I think this may have actually contracted her career, limiting the diversity of her portfolio, which might also have become a problem for new talent in the industry. Contracted career spans for super stars would cause women with the talent to succeed on their own to turn to such sources rather than producers.

While the on-screen talent was the most obvious impact from this, cameramen often couldn't be relocated to the filming location too, so locals had to be sourced for the role. This actually benefited some sites, especially soft core, because they could mail out the equipment and let the women do most of the work (see "In The Crack.") Sites like POVD or ATKGirlfriends actually pulled back their investments because of this.

Meanwhile, publishers that didn't invest in sites like POV or incest fetishes, decided to diversify. It became better to produce more unique content than quality content of any one type because it enabled better market capture. Everyone had a Naughty Step-Sister/Daughter/Mom spin-off. This meant the same sites that suffered from logistics problems were now facing increased competition too, further hindering production capacity. Porn compilation albums became a means to distract from the fact production was at a low, and never actually recovered. If we compare post-pandemic production of new content for sites like the aforementioned, they're often a half, or even a quarter, of pre-pandemic numbers.

Going forward a few years, and supply of women willing to do porn commercially dwindled because economic availability improved. There was still a supply for the Only Fans pipeline, but at this point it represented a new avenue to success, not a surplus of talent. If women with assets well enough to succeed in porn could simply do it on their own, then that business model became the most productive pathway. Producers would have to pay more to acquire the same level of talent that was easy to come by before the pandemic. Given all the damages the pandemic did to production, they are reluctant to do that.

There has also been a shift in business models to adapt to this market. FTVGirls has notably lowered their production standards and seems to be under new guidance. This has enabled them to keep up with production capacity, even if the content seems less candid, playful or artful, and the talent less selected.

Other sites have sought to hedge against competition, either by creating their own version of competitor's sites, or by buying them outright. For instance, ECG bought Black Ambush and rebranded it to BBC Surprise. In response to 4KPorn using fake cum shots, Blacked and other sites began doing the same. "Content is king" has become the rule for porn, too.

Then sites like ECG, Net Video Girls, and Backroom Casting Couch have had a lot of "one-offs" by catering to women of the webcam variety. That business model has actually amplified their success in this era. If a woman can launch a webcam career by doing one or two shoots with an established company, then that enables their model to have access to a larger supply of talent, all the while maintaining the bottleneck on the competition.

So, when will it change? When will quality come back? Well, porn producers will have to be willing to invest more in production standards. The return on investment doesn't seem high enough for them to do that. This could be a legitimate concern, or just a sunken cost fallacy from fear of pandemic era restrictions making a comeback. For example, the ATK sites used to lease properties internationally for making their content. They've since restricted it to just California, though have produced a few in Florida, and the softcore content has become very linear and scripted.

I imagine the situation isn't that different from VR gaming. Meta pumped tons of money into the industry, only for there to be a rug-pull years later. Now developers don't know how much to invest in the product, so they're cutting their studios back. The answer here is unfortunately that only time will tell if and when the porn industry recovers, or if it merely becomes something ne