Imagine if you met someone who can't eat watermelon. Not that they're allergic or unable somehow, but they just haven't figured out how to do that. So you're like "what the hell do you mean? it works just like eating anything else, you open your mouth, sink your teeth in, take a bite and chew. If you can bite, chew and swallow, you should be able to eat a watermelon."
And they agree that yes, they do know how to eat, in theory. The problem is the watermelon. Surely, if they figured out where to start, they'd figure out how to do it, but they have no clue how to get started with it.
This goes back and forth. No, it's not an emotional issue, they're not afraid of the watermelon. They can eat any other fruit, other sweet things, and other watery things ("it's watery?" they ask you). Is it the colour? Do they have a problem eating things that are green on the outside and red on the inside?
"It's red on the inside?"
Wait, they've never seen the inside? At this point you have to ask them how, exactly, they eat the watermelon. So to demonstrate, they take a whole, round, uncut watermelon, and try to bite straight into it. Even if they could bite through the crust, there's no way to get human jaws around it.
"Oh, you're supposed to cut it first. You cut the crust open and only chew through the insides."
And they had no idea. All their life this person has had no idea how to eat a watermelon, despite of being told again and again and again that it's easy, it's ridiculous to struggle with something so simple, there's no way that someone just can't eat a watermelon, how can you even mange to be bad at something as fucking simple as eating watermelon.
If someone can't do something after being repeatedly told to "just do it", there might be some key component missing that one side has no idea about, and the other side assumed was so obvious it goes without mention.
Did you know you can repeat this to yourself in bed with the lights off and it will only take 15 minutes for your roommate to send a tentative “is everything ok in there” text
The flip side of “cleanse diets don’t do anything” is that if you tried a cleanse diet and you did experience a notable reduction in fatigue, joint pain, and general blarginess, you need to talk to an allergy specialist, because there’s nearly a 100% chance that means you have an undiagnosed allergy to some component of your customary diet.
for today's news, consummate crybaby loser Elon Musk repeatedly forced a verification checkmark on renowned twitter user dril, after dril made a series of tweets making fun of twitter blue subscribers and promoting the #blocktheblue hashtag.
dril was never verified, even before the verification system update. elon's use of applying the verified status on dril is explicitly a punishment and attempted mockery from the viewpoint of somebody with over one hundred billion dollars to his name.
also, forcing somebody to apparently endorse a product or service you are selling against their will is illegal.
Someone I respect and consider an intelligent, capable scholar has just told me that she uses chatGPT to write parts of grant proposals, and suggested that I do the same. This is like existentially horrifying.
Not only because chatGPT has gotten that good that fast, not only because it means most of the jobs I’m qualified for will be nonexistent or much diminished in a few years, but because this is saying the quiet part out loud. That the things we’ve been writing were always mostly bullshit and never really mattered. That grant proposals were always just about gabbling out the correct buzzwords, and so were conference abstracts and grad school applications. That this goes beyond academia. That both the public and the private sector is employing huge crowds of people to write meaningless text. That my inability to care about my work is not wholly a personal failure, that nobody cares, that nobody has cared for a long time, that people value their own work so little (or are forced to value their work so little, through impossible time pressure) that they would happily replace it with a passable okayish replica.
I’m not a great writer, and when I’m on here, writing inconsequentially, for my own enjoyment, I am often thoughtless. But writing is still my self. And I think anything that goes out into the world as written word has a value, it is important, and the writer is responsible for it. Of course I’m a nervous wreck who is paralysed by the thought of writing anything for publication, or even to be read by anyone else irl, and that’s not healthy either. But I can’t handle the idea of people not caring for their own writing at all. I am disgusted by the idea that we can just push a button to make soulless shit pseudotext, and it won’t even be that much of a change because we already had been making soulless shit pseudotext anyway, not caring, or not being allowed to care.