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only if you let yourself be exploited as an underpaid protoslave
We’re from the U.S. Anything less than that would feel too foreign.
only if you let yourself be exploited as an underpaid protoslave
We’re from the U.S. Anything less than that would feel too foreign.
I just had the odd experience of using a manufacturer’s discount card to pick up a medication for my wife. The medication is relatively expensive and seldom covered by insurance.
According to the information on the card, if you have private insurance which covers the medication, the discount card covers the co-pay, so you pay nothing. However, if your insurance doesn’t cover the medication, the discount card covers the cost, and you still pay nothing.
Our insurance didn’t cover the cost, and we didn’t pay anything for the medication.
I don’t understand how that works.
I’m not sure how you reached the conclusion that they don’t have wood to gnaw on. They do.
Just one?
Well, if you had more than one, you’d find that they are all different, with different personalities, and you wouldn’t be so quick to assume you know all guinea pigs because of your experience with your sole pig.
I think it’s important to remember that the USA isn’t a single culture. Things vary dramatically even within a single state to say nothing of differences between states.
In some areas prom is very important. In others, not so much.
Only one of my three kids went to prom (Eastern PA).
Prom in my high school was a relatively big deal. You rented a tux or bought a dress. Some people would rent a limo. The prom was held in some kind of banquet hall with a fairly fancy meal. There’d be a DJ and dancing.
My wife was one year behind me in high school, and we attended FOUR proms (my junior prom, then the next year her junior prom and my senior prom, then the next year I came back for her senior prom).
I think for most people it’s just an opportunity to get dressed up, have a good meal, and dance. If you’re already dating someone, it obviously has more significance, but I had plenty of friends who just took another friend as a date for the prom and others who didn’t go with anyone. However, there was a lot of pressure to be a “couple”, even if you weren’t actually romantically involved with your “date”.
Typically the parents take pictures of the kids in their dresses and tuxedos. From the parents’ point of view, it’s a moment to sort of take note of how your kids are maturing and think about what the future holds for them. Lots of thinking about how old you are ;-)
Often there’s an after party that goes on late into the morning, and for many kids the after party is more important than the prom.
I think social media has had an effect on what prom is, but it also has the effect of distorting what it is to people who only experience it remotely. When you’re seeing the crazy YouTube videos and Instagram posts, you’re not seeing what prom is. You’re seeing a snapshot of what those particular proms are.
the 1950s. This was a high water mark for conservatism in the U.S., and in order to go on any date at least one parent, usually the girl’s dad, had to be present.
Perhaps this was a regional thing.
I was born in 1970, but from what my parents have described, dates were not chaperoned in the 50s unless you happened to have particularly strict parents. Like maybe if you were Amish or something.
Here’s the only thing I was able to find online about dating in the 50’s
Naw, the potato has friends. Mental health is still broken.
She’s actually very sweet. She just managed to luck into the discovery that biting gets us to move faster.
Guinea pig bites are the worst.
It’s not the force of the bite, although it does hurt (they bite through wood after all). It’s the humiliation from having one of the most fragile, easy to kill pets decide that it can express its displeasure by biting your hand.
Damn little meat potato. The only reason you can even bite me is because you’re so damn fragile I can’t risk dropping you. Also, the reason I’m holding you is to trim your nails because you don’t wear them down naturally since you live your entire life on padded flannel blankets. Where do you even get off having displeasure to express?
If you weren’t so damn cute, you’d be on the grill.
Hey, India. Maybe you should try urging then strongly.
You know, outdoor concerts weren’t on my list of worries as we burn the world.
Long ago when my wife and I moved into our house, after we moved Kaybee the cat in, I witnessed a mouse run from under the dishwasher over to the cat’s dish, steal a piece of food, and run back.
I went and got the cat, took him to the kitchen, and sat on the floor with him to show him the mouse. The mouse repeated the theft, but Kaybee was still too freaked out from the change of residence to react.
A few days later I found a dead mouse on the floor with a piece of cat food in its mouth. I interpreted that as Kaybee’s way of saying, “I’m back on duty. All you mouse bastards are on notice.”
Came here looking for this.
Who can say that death is the injury? It could be that continued suffering would be an injury worse than death. Life is suffering. Death ends life. Therefore, death ends suffering and stops injury.
True, but Owl and Rabbit weren’t mentioned.
They do complicate things, since Owl and Rabbit shouldn’t get along unless Owl happens to be too small for Rabbit to consider him a threat.
I came here looking to see if anyone would point out that they are toy animals, not real ones.
Years ago I saw an article about a robot designed to hunt and kill insects as a healthier pest control mechanism in farming. That robot would put the insects into a hopper where they would be converted to fuel to run the robot.
I figured it wasn’t going to be too long before they’d be eating us.