I recently wrote a little library that adds some neat little features to enums in Rust. It’s tiny, does one thing, and does it pretty well, I think.

One of my favorite actresses. She’s exceptional in everything.

The diagnostic criteria and the culture that determines that criteria are both subject to change. lots of things that people consider perfectly normal now would be classified as a disease or disorder in the past.

I can’t think of an incident like this off-hamd for myself, but I once dated a woman who didn’t know that women have a urethra. She thought the urine just came out of her vagina. She was ~23.

We have reached the limits of what I know on the subject. So, no idea. If forced to make an uneducated guess, I’d say it was probably some combination of environmental factors, a preexisting culture that fit particularly well with horses, and natural variation in adoption of new tech among different groups of people.

I know. I’ve read them all. I just thought “potentially” was slightly understating the probability of a NSFW Oglaf comic, and it made me chuckle.

I got here after this post was deleted, but I can guess roughly what it said.

Yes, I was an ignorant, bigoted kid raised by street preachers (the people with the megaphones telling people that they’re going to hell, for non-americans). I lived in a variety of RVs, partially constructed houses, tents, and, for about eight months, with an honest-to-god cult. Mostly without electricity, running water, and indoor plumbing. No, I’m no longer a Christian, and now have the standard amount of bigotry (maybe even slightly less, on a good day).

Sounds about right.

North America didn’t originally have horses. When they were brought in, the Apache, more than any other indigenous group, structured their entire way of life around them. At least, that’s what I learned from Western movies.

“potentially” lol

No worries.

Fair. Weirdly, I’ve been one of those dudes with the megaphone lol.

The point of a uniformed service is to show your enemy that you have control and command over people who will follow your orders. Demonstrating this lowers your enemy’s will to fight back. It gets soldiers on the other side to think “If these guys are so organized that they march in unison, we don’t stand a chance.”

Fair enough.

It will not surprise me if in the next year, a new division in the army is created for parade duty for the president’s birthday where next year their marching will be perfect.

That would just be the chefs kiss of silly bullshit on top of everything else.

I knew I left it around here somewhere.

I imagine there’s some small percentage of people who will. Assholes are a fact of life. Realistically though, most people won’t care. I’ve got family that strongly support Trump and everything he’s doing, but they work with Mexicans and have no problem with individual immigrants. It’s a weird but common mental contortion, blaming a group of people for something, but carving out exceptions for all the individuals you know. You’ll probably be ok.

I mean, that was my takeaway. If everyone knows and accepts that you like pussy, then wearing a shirt that says “I ❤️ pussy” is just kinda skeevy, if not wildly inappropriate. If you’re in a place where people either deny your sexual orientation exists or don’t want your orientation to exist, then you’re a badass for being explicit about what you like, and I’m comfortable with light applause.

Story time, boys and girls.

When I joined the Army and went to basic training, one of the first things they did was show us how to stand at attention, at-ease, right face, left face, and about face. Then they turned the training unit and marched off.

And then stopped and screamed at us for marching like Nazis.

Turns out, you don’t see US soldiers marching like that because it’s stupid as hell, and you can’t do it for twenty miles with a rucksack. The US military for all their many, many faults, is real good at war, and marching like a toy soldier doesn’t help you do war.

So we learned how to march like Americans, which is much more casual. The only thing you’ve gotta do is make sure you match the stride length of the soldier in front of you, but even that is more of a suggestion than a hard rule. We got good, though, because we were assholes.

We would ease out behind someone who was walking somewhere and roughly the same height, and step slightly faster than the person in front of us, until we were close behind them. Then you perform a little skip at the last second to get back to the same stride and close the last few inches. The end result is that your chest is hovering about an inch from their back, your nose is an inch from the back of their head, and your hands are swinging right behind theirs. While walking at full speed.

You haven’t had a jump scare until you’ve marched two blocks, turned your head, and glimpsed someone’s face an inch from your own.

I thought you said “gluten” for a minute, which, to be fair, is also accurate. He looks like partially risen dough.

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