The comments are pretty much all with you save one person. If I were you, I’d calmly walk away with that satisfaction before you get baited into a comment that “proves” you are what has been said of you.
(Note that “proves” is in quotation marks there.)
Are you asserting that nobody should ever have any preferences? Do you meet your own standard?
OP didn’t say he’s throwing women out of bed for having piercings. He expressed a preference for them not to.
I prefer dark hair. Sometimes it’s red or blonde or blue.
I prefer pubic hair. Sometimes it’s there, sometimes it’s not.
I prefer a few extra pounds. Sometimes those pounds aren’t there. Sometimes a few extra is more like a lot extra.
In no example above did I shut down the interaction, nor did I experience any less pleasure.
But I still have preferences. That’s all they are though.
My experience in Iowa is limited to seeing Cage the Elephant at a casino in Council Bluffs.
Saw music
Got laid
Gambled
Drank
It was alright
What in Sam hell is that even supposed to be? Like what did it say on the menu?
I remember getting my Texas instruments financial calculator circa 2009 for probably fifty dollars or so.
The professor told us that at the time, production costs for my fifty dollar calculator were roughly a dollar.
On the bright side, I’ll bring that thing in whenever I buy a car and it truly fucks with the whole “what kind of payment are you looking for” routine they do. (Though these days, I’m more likely to bring a laptop with Excel. Same idea, but faster and better visuals)
I live in Texas
You guys have porn?
I prefer my trans sister to be twisted
Usury was indeed the term that immediately came to mind.
I would agree, but it’s not my life, not my money. You can’t really go around telling people they fucked up every time you see it.
Most of the math I do at work is related to compound interest. Of all the math I believe the general public should understand, the concept of how paying interest to others is a total screw would get my top vote.
I have a co-worker who took out a car loan last week at, wait for it, FIFTY THREE PERCENT INTEREST! No concept of what that was costing her. She could only see, “I can afford the monthly payment.”
(1 + r)^n and its friend 1/(1 + r)^n have been the two most important concepts in work and personal life that I’ve ever learned and applied.
I know several of those. One I don’t see listed is stuff made here. If you’re a fan of backyard scientist, you’re gonna love stuff made here.
Smarter everyday is really a special one. The way that guy involves his kids and his own boyish excitement when he finally gets an experiment right is downright heartwarming. Then there was the whole episode checking in on physics girl. He had no particular incentive to do that. He just really seems to care.
I think George might transcend spacetime and that it’s possible that both your show and mine are still going on somewhere in a broom closet aboard the mother ship.
I saw him live about ten years ago.
As per usual, he was about two hours late getting started. Once things got going I counted no fewer than sixty people traipsing about the stage in various stages of undress and demonstrating innumerable methods of erotic dance, including but not limited to a contortionist pimp with a dildo for a nose, all while George sat motionless on a stool in the center.
This went on for at least four hours at which point, we decided to take our leave.
As far as I know, that show is still going, never to conclude.
That shit was weird. Really weird.
It’s just a thought exercise. There are several reputable YouTube videos on this topic. None of them claim that the speed of light isn’t the speed of light. They’re just demonstrating that we can’t prove it with current technology. Similar to the difficulty it took to finally prove that one plus one equals two. We know that’s correct, but it took years to prove it.
I didn’t believe this was real. Looked it up. Here’s a cool video. Don’t worry, the chevrotain wins this one.
Maybe they’d be less antagonistic if the prices were metric
No duck and cover for this Xer, but we did a shiton of stop, drop, and roll. Spontaneous combustion was apparently a big deal in my childhood.
I’ve found myself repatronizing half priced books lately. I’ve gone through five books since mid May.
I was a voracious reader before mobile devices existed.
I’d forgotten just how much more satisfying it is to let yourself go in a good story rather than bicker about minutiae with countless strangers all day every day.
(Sidenote: I’ve been looking up reviews for the books I’ve read and am surprised to find indignation at sexual scenes in novels. Like, if you’ve ever read a John Irving novel in your life, and you’re surprised and offended that the next one has sex in it, you should maybe reconsider your chosen career path)
On the one hand - big boobs, small boobs, big dick, small dick, short, tall, fat, thin, young, old, whatever quality, people have been happily fucking for the entire history of the species. Internet outrage at any given body type as being unacceptable is akin to virtual media eugenics and is stupid.
On the other hand - big boobs, small boobs, big dick, small dick, short, fat, tall, thin, young, old, what quality, I tire of both the media and its detractors telling me that I MUST be arbitrarily aroused by any given person because it satisfies a given narrative. This particular person is not sexually attractive to me not because of body size but because I’m old and she looks like a child to me.
Love who you want to love, fornicate with whichever consenting partner you wish. Take love where you can find it, and be happy when you can attain it.
On an unrelated note, one of my favorite lines came from Barbara Ehreinreich, though I can’t recall which book, and I’m going to heavily paraphrase as I don’t recall the exact quote: “The media was horrified to learn that elderly, wrinkled, fat couples were rolling around in bed together and enjoying it.”