also u can tell when people believe dream deserves the way he's treated when they write about dream's controversies like he's the perpetratro by replying a lot and being too reactive
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i just can’t take anyone who says an idol can’t sing seriously…. or just calling them untalented in general
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"be very careful when buying resin items as most are not food safe"
Short answer: Not true*
Long answer:...Maybe**
*epoxy resins are obviously toxic before they have been cured but once they ARE cured and become "inert plastics" they meet FDA standards for contact with food. Even if they are not "fda certified" you don't really need to worry about it.
**If an epoxy manufacturer goes the route of official FDA certification they need to make sure that even pre-cure, it has low amounts of certain chemicals. Non-certified epoxies will have larger amounts of BPA than food-safe ones. However if you are *really* worried about BPA you should probably not be using ANY plastic food containers/bottles/utensils, bc it's everywhere. One resin cup— probably not a make-it-or-break-it type deal.
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I really do worry about Doctor Who fans that insist there was never anything sexist or racist about Classic Who because dear god is there a lot of bad shit there. It was progressive in some ways, but incredible problematic in others, but a lot of people just point blank refuse to even acknowledge that or dismiss it because "It wasn't seen as racist at the time". Many just will not accept that the things they love can be deeply flawed.
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Are all boomers really boring? I just get so bored hearing boomers talk. Like, I don’t need to listen for 10 minutes about which mills are where and what they created. I don’t care.
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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Hot take but… “Gale was a teen soldier who got brainwashed, by a manipulative dictator, into the idea that sacrificing a small number of troops was worth it to definitively stop the government that had spent years ruining the lives of him and his people” and “Gale’s gross disregard for human life directly led to the death of Prim and thousands of other civilians including children, and Katniss is justified in her anger and has no obligation to ever forgive him” are two statements that can and should coexist together.
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