I was surprised how easy it is to settle on a candidate for general politicians, to be honest. Once you filter out people including dog whistles in their bio, there usually isn’t much work left to do. I do feel bad though when I don’t do serious research on small time positions where there isn’t much separating candidates.

Judges are a bit harder to spot.

Probably

It bothers me how far I had to dig for someone saying this. Obviously this isn’t some deep insight on how people see colors, we are literally not looking at the same washed out photo because we all have different devices with different settings.

This is like those math problems people argue about because someone purposefully wrote it ambiguously. Manufactured problems.

Chocolate. Taiwanese movie about an autistic girl who goes around beating up gangsters in the styles of famous martial artists she saw on TV, followed by her repeatedly demanding they give her an unspecified amount of money.

5 could monkey’s paw kill you like most of the rest of these. I think 4, 8, and 9 are your best bet if you have to pick 3 and you want to survive in a non-terrifying way.

I recently upgraded my computer with the best possible components, and it makes me so mad that games look worse than they did when I put my last pc together. What’s the point of bothering with graphics at all if you’re going to add a smear filter.

Indie games out here killing it with pixel art.

That pretty much sums up my time in Europe.

I thought this happened to me once, and spent several hours looking around the neighborhood just to discover it was still inside. I would have sworn on my life there was no space left unchecked that could physically fit a cat.

More like “Oh god, what if they reply? I don’t have the time for this.”

I will say I see a new transgender person at least once a month out in the wild here in Seattle. I can’t speak to their experiences, but they exist at least.

I feel like once an event is terrible enough, it should buy you at least 100 years before people let it happen again.

I decided to go with idiot-proof gillette silver blues instead of a more sharp blade like feather because I wanted to shave lazily without worrying about my technique.

I’ll never stop being angry about the enshitification of razors. I tried so many different brands of cartridge razor and they were all terrible. When I tried safety razors, even with improper technique and not having found the right blades yet, I still got a better shave than with any of the cartridge razors. It’s not even close. I bought a nice safety razor and 200 blades which could last me decades for less than one Gilette Fusion with six replacement heads. I tried the fancy creams and boar’s hair brush, but honestly I’m fine with just water.

When I tell this to people in real life they almost always excitedly start in on “Have you heard of Dollar Shave Club?!” as if they aren’t suggesting I spend much more money on an inferior shave. One blade is about $0.05. Even if DSC did offer $1 options they would still be 20x more expensive.

A cheap safety razor with a pack of blades that will last ten years can be as low as $30.

The only problem is you might need to order a blade sampler pack to find ones that work with your skin better. Once you find them, though, just use conditioner as shaving cream and you can be economical forever.

I could get you 10 years of shaving with a safety razor for the price of that bag of cheap 2 blades.

I just use my safety razor in the shower with conditioner. It’s easier than a cartridge razor, shaves much better, and it so much cheaper it’s laughable.

I really love Supraland, but it’s hard to convince people to try it for some reason.

While I disagree with your gender-oriented spin on this completely, and I don’t think it’s nearly as common as the picture you paint (never heard anyone roasted for liking Fight Club), it does occasionally happen.

I watched the first few episodes of MLP: FIM at a friend’s house by happenstance, and within about a week of airing I told a few people “Surprisingly, it’s actually a pretty good show.” Then the controversial fans came out and I completely stopped talking about the show to protect myself. Literal years later I found out my mom had been loudly proclaiming to anyone who would listen, including distant family, that I was a “brony”. It soured a few tenuous relationships with people who didn’t know me well enough to know it was an absurd label.