If half of any platform were to be rude and/or inappropriate, I’d exit, stage left.

I don’t follow you to your conclusion, though. The way most people treat strangers in the U.S. is basically “when are they going to fuck me over?” We’re less pleasant in meatspace because we expect deceit.

It had to be done.

Well, this is somewhat of a tedious slog to figure out what “young adults” are defined as.

From the abstract:

Sociodemographic characteristics and descriptive statistics for the analytic sample are presented in Table 1. Notably, the sample had a mean age of 29.11 years. Among participants, 79.7 % identified as cisgender women, and 31.3 % identified as gender and/or sexual minorities. The majority of participants held at least a college degree (88.1 %) and identified as very liberal or liberal (72.6 %). At Wave 5, approximately one-quarter of participants met symptom-based thresholds for at least …

Ellipsis not mine. Good thing we get to a fourth significant figure on age, though.

So, we have an absurdly skewed dataset … I’ll round, because this is … not data. Eight in 10 are women and nine in 10 have at least a bachelor’s. That’s going to get you results, but how they apply to the population in general is an exercise for statisticians who should know better.

If you want to say “most college-educated women,” we have a starting point, though still no clear age range, which is a fatal flaw for the premise of the conclusion. It’s unclear what setting up a survey under these conditions was intended to measure.

Let me tell you how excited I am that we’re getting yet more slow-moving heavy rains.

I frequently use “therewith,” so I’m a terrible person to gauge such things.

This falls into the category of “other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?”

News would be Local Jewish Community Totally Fine With Holocaust Denial.

That aside, please stop posting full articles on Beehaw. It opens the site to copyright liability. Excerpts are fine, falling under fair use, but the point of a functional news-aggregation site is to drive views on publishers’ sites so that they continue producing the content being shared.

Let’s be reasonable here … they aren’t running out of options; they’re running out of monetizable options by hosting a centralized repository. Patreon is still an option, as are many others geared toward individual creators.

I shot a fair amount of porn of my then-wife starting in 2010 – predating OnlyFans – and the monetization options were so terrible (she categorically refused to hand over a 40% commission on principle) that we just posted to FetLife for free. Payment processors hold far too much power, essentially being extragovernmental censors

“Sure, short hair and excessive tattoos and piercings are hot, but batshit comes along for the ride.”

It’s obviously technically possible by going double-sided, but the cooling again becomes an issue.

Just going off my experience with stepsons a decade ago – so, before the manosphere bullshit had hit its stride – teens will look things up specifically because it disagrees with their upbringing. This isn’t all bad, as it exposes them to new ideas (something the boys desperately needed after a decade of praise for agreeing with anything mom said), and it’s a logical progression from earlier methods of being rebellious.

To me, the larger issue is the amount of demand for such content moreso than its existence. People have been saying ignorant shit online since BBSs and likely earlier. The issue is parents aren’t pushing back. Being grounded but retaining one’s phone is just a vacation from parental intrusion.

We aren’t talking about kids who need phones for 2FA to conduct banking. “But then how will my friends reach me?” “Doesn’t really matter since you’re grounded.” Any parent who relies on their kids having a cell phone to keep tabs on them is a rather lousy parent. Engage with them in person to steer them in the right direction.

All these damn website changes. Last week, the camera spex were in Ohms.

Such is, sadly, the way of most things. AA was ahead of the curve in embracing enshittification.

That has no bearing on how meetings are conducted, though. Most are held in Protestant churches, and while AA claims to be agnostic, “Let go and let god” is shockingly frequent advice. The whole premise of the 12 Steps is that you can’t get out the other end without finding religion.

Sure, they say “higher power” is individually defined, which looks great on paper. How it plays out is another story. Sponsors frequently insist on church attendance as a prerequisite for their assistance. AA plays a good game of pretending to be something it isn’t, which is easy enough to believe if you’ve never seen what the organization actually encourages on the ground.

Then there’s the effectiveness … longitudinal studies have been all over the map on this for decades. AA itself and the for-profit treatment community that needs relapses to stay profitable cherry-pick the flattering ones (and from there, one needs to drill down to find out where funding for the study came from to ascertain bias), while those are far from the only ones.

Given the current state of web search, those float to the top (even on DDG – I just did a search, and while one cited the 5%-12% success rate after a few years from a mid-aughts NIH study I remember, most cite somewhere on the order of 50%) while burying conflicting evidence.

It is straight out a cult. I was told by several people that the only way to stay sober was to go to a meeting at least once a day, seven days a week. So now you have a meeting addiction instead of an alcohol one and immerse yourself in the belief that one missed meeting will find you dead in a ditch. “Do as told or die” isn’t a support network.

I would be apoplectic if if took five days for a number port with a constantly changing website and clueless customer service. Not to mention data simply being completely shut off after hitting the “high speed” limit.

Except for being assigned a completely new number instead of porting, with the old carrier having released it. The impacts here on 2FA and having to tell everyone you have a new number when most of your contacts don’t answer calls from unknown numbers. Except you can’t for days anyway, and who knows what calls and texts you’ve missed in that time.

I was fully expecting this to be a categorically terrible vanity project, but the grift exceeds expectations.

Way too much Jesus for me. I was court-ordered to go to AA meetings after a 2005 DUI, and there is nothing in the world that makes me want to drink more than an AA meeting. It’s a fucking cult.

Any sort of public assistance for substance abuse here that includes housing comes with a laundry list of demands and restrictions, up to and including being locked up like you’re in jail while claiming you can leave at any time (nice words, but when you say you want to leave, up come the roadblocks, stonewalling and gaslighting).

I have more agency and freedom roasting in my van than attempting any sort of help given how demeaning it is. As such, I’ve stopped bothering and am relying exclusively on networking through all possible channels to get out of this mess.

I went to a conference for college newspaper editors at the University of Georgia in 2000. The goodie bag included a copy of a UGA professor’s book When MBAs Run the Newsroom. And prescient. Now they run everything and have no fucking clue what the business actually does.

Golden parachute time! They can take some time off while figuring out what to fuck up next.

Agreed. Luckily, they don’t seem to have the full list of Mullvad IPs, so if I really want to read something, I just try another tunnel.

I’m not sure this is generative rather than really shitty Photoshopping (no reason it can’t be both). That it’s a square makes the former a distinct possibility, but the level of sharpening in the condiment cup tops alongside the blurry fries where the effect spills over to the cup bases is jarring.

For the dogs themselves, that looks like standard food staging for a shoot. If this is generated, the model certainly was trained on using Elmer’s glue with food dye for mustard. It’s absurd that we’ve hit the point of needing art with every story, but at least this isn’t a filer of crime scene tape in front of police cars with the lights going.