I was in this situation the chicks side. Not exactly, but close enough.

I was living and working in the woods. After work some of us were chilling by a lake in swimsuits, one of my camp friends mentioned I had noticeable abs, so I was like fuck yeah. A few of us complimented each other on how tanned and defined we got over the summer. The older coworker walked by, said my body looked great, very beautiful. Mic drop, we all stared at him.

I said “Creepy.” Not articulate, no. But I was instantly uncomfortable. He said “How?” and we told him to just leave.

Yes, we were young women showing skin and glistening in the sun. But we weren’t thinking of being sexy for anyone (who didn’t already know) in that moment. He took our ease and comfort and made it about his pleasure.

He tried to talk to me about it later, alone. I was cordial. Respectful. Because I wanted that conversation to end, because trying to explain the nuances of the female experience just wasn’t landing for him. His explanation was about me understanding what he thought and meant, not how I felt. To my friends? I said he was a fucking creep who wouldn’t drop it. He complained that I made it weird because one of my friends told him to stop trying to talk to me.

Women aren’t trying to be pretty for you, don’t make it about you. If you fuck up, as people do, just back off and accept that you fucked up. The camp police guy probably knew more about her honest opinion than you were ever going to get. Might have gone a bit overboard in some misguided attempt to “protect” the chick he liked, but you sound like you can’t take a hint.

Pumpernickel. Even with jam.

Soviet style mass apartment complexes to combat homelessness but you have to download an app to get in and out, and the app collects and sells all your data. There’s a concierge who does spot checks but they accept bribes in fresh fruit, vegetables and old N64 games.

The internets. Multiple internets, like different streaming services and you need to pay a subscription to each one to access all the websites.

Rail guns. Everyone will have a rail gun. It will be awesome.

Saying you’re supportive vs. actually doing the work to listen, understand, and be supportive, are much different things. Your empathy is performative if you don’t back up your words with actions, no matter how you dress up your opinions with empathetic-sounding statements.

Consider this: If you’re truly empathetic and open minded, why do you need to keep pointing it out?

The fact that you present an opinion piece from media owned by special interests to support your argument is enough to see why you believe what you do.

I have a group of friends, some of whom are trans, some of whom have medical degrees, and we have these discussions all the time. However, when someone talks about their right to exist being threatened, in a world where their right to exist is being threatened, is when you’ve decided to come in complaining about how poor you can’t engage in any polite discourse because people downvote you.

A number of people here have told you why this is the case, but you proceed to play the victim.

There are more than two sides, and no, the science on sports isn’t more clear than it is on gender affirming care. Even in the pub med links someone else posted, which they apparently hadn’t read in entirety, go into how controversies around trans identities is sports has become a solution in search of a problem. You should read those links.

I don’t know what about my post made you think I wanted or was willing to extend empathy to your point of view. Was it when I called you a moron or an idiot?

The joke, if you paid attention, is that the trans agenda isn’t a thing. They’re just trying to survive. So yeah, not supporting someone’s right to exist is some psychopathic behavior.

The fact thay you think there’s a trans agenda outside of just trying to survive doesn’t make you a psychopath, but it does make you an idiot.

Wrong place wrong time.

You’re vilified because you’re acting like a villain. People don’t want to debate your neckbeardedly presented well ahcktuallies while they’re fighting for the right to exist.

We don’t have this fight when it comes to other medical matters. Like if kids with cancer should get treatment even though chemo and surgery could have long-lasting repucussions. The alternative is they die. People who don’t get proper medical treatment die. Trans kids die of depression and suicide without treatment. Those are real things, there are real risks to not treating a medical condition. It’s not a matter up for public debate just because some dickwads are trying to distract everyone by making healthcare for a specific group of people political. It’s medical, we have facts and data that say trans people need healthcare to support their transition to live healthier longer lives. There are fucking doctors out there with years of practice who say yes, these kids need medical intervention. And here you are bitching that no one will debate you in a place where, again, people are fighting to exist. And you’re bringing up tired arguments because you gotta be that guy.

We have data on trans performance in sports and there is no clear advantage.

Besides, if you’re a world-class athlete, you already have a way different kind of body than most people. There are plenty of biological advantages that are celebrated in sports rather than weeded out. Want to start making sure everyone is the same height and weight for every sport, too? Same lung capacity? Reaction time? Born in the same country? Live at the same altitude? Same race? If you want to get advantages, there are clearer divisions along racial lines than trans status. No, I don’t advocate for segregation in sports because I’m not a goddamn monster of a person who can’t think for two seconds about why that’s idiotic.

Fuck off. Stop being a moron. Show some goddamn empathy.

No, but they’re objectively the best pet. Basically a walking plant who’s bffs with a hole in the ground and hunts crickets by staying absolutely still until it’s not.

It’s pronounced however you want, baby.

As a general rule, all 'C’s should make a ‘Ch’ sound and leave ‘S’ and ‘K’ the fuck alone.

Wattpad, Smashwords, and AO3 come to mind for online writing/publishing platforms.

Grade one detention. Yelling at another kid for reading over my shoulder during quiet time after I quietly, repeatedly asked him to stop.

I’m in my 30’s now and you can still get FUCKED Mrs. Williams. You can eat a dick too, Patrick. Get your own fucking book.

Rick is a treasure and I want to get fit with him.

Turns out I can only get off using my feet.

This is great because I suck at push-ups. I hadn’t considered there was a whole variety of them to try.

More scarecrow. He’s always in the background, doing his strange little fear experiments. I’d like to see something like the Year One comic, going into his unhinged actions as a professor, his weird shit with grandma, and Batman tracking him down like a serial killer.

Leslie Knope energy.

Pro: Everywhere it’s legal has seen a drastic reduction in the amount of violent drug-related crime, lower incarceration rates for non-violent offenders, and less abuse of prescription painkillers. Plus an incredible rise in quality when pot is regulated.

Con: Your straight edge friends who’ve never touched a joint in their lives start smoking regularly, since it’s legal. Your 30+ year old friends will start talking like junior highschoolers who just smoked oregano for the first time and think they’re high.

This just… isn’t how anything works.

Moe is such a talented lemonade merchant he has to stay open till the early hours to sate the townsfolk’s addiction to his citrus crack.

Getting your bike stolen is one of the worst feelings, too. Mine is my transportation and excercise, how I get to work and how I unwind.

Most bikes aren’t insured, like a car. There are resources to register your bike for free (Garage 529) in case it gets stolen. But unless people are actively searching for your bike, or someone tries to pawn it, on one’s checking those things.

If I caught someone trying to steal my bike I think I’d be within my rights to take a finger.