Not gonna go out on this limb on a 25k post, but maybe it’s okay that kids today don’t know as much about using an actual computer as we do/did? Is it useful knowledge? Of course it is. So is using a sewing machine or being able to rebuild your VW with a copy of that one book every VW driver used to have. That’s not the right question—most practical knowledge is useful after all. The question should be “is it relevant to the way people live right now.” “How to Keep Your VW Alive” is a timeless fucking classic; my ex and I kept our copy long after he sold his VW. But I’m not buying a copy now because it won’t exactly help me keep my VW ID4 on the road.
And it’s funny, because I tend to read along with those posts and nod my head, because back in my day we HAD to know all that computer stuff. And then for some reason today, I remembered a conversation my mom and I had with my grandma in the mid 70s when I was a teenager. Grandma made my mom’s wedding dress. She worked at a department store doing alterations on foundation wear, which if you look at 1950s foundation wear, you’ll realize was both necessary and difficult. So she was shocked when I said most of my friends didn’t know their way around a sewing machine. “But how do you make sure your clothes fit?!” Well, Grandma, people don’t wear heavy foundation wear any more and clothes don’t need to be as tailored as they did back in the day—it’s 1975 and the only alterations I need to do is hemming my flares so they just touch the floor when I’m wearing platforms.
Now you can back up and look at the broader picture, the one that says, but your car should be repairable by you as long as you have clear instructions, and you should be able to alter your clothes or make your own, and yes, you should know how to organize the files on the desktop of your laptop. But the fact that for the most part it’s become easier and easier to just not do those things (if they can be done at all) isn’t exactly the fault of Kids Today. And it’s certainly not meeting them where they are or even trying to understand why they feel they don’t need that knowledge if, instead of looking at why they don’t have it and maybe even don’t need it, you just decry their lack of the Deep Wisdom.
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what if gaster in a future chapter calls out the audience for speculating so much about him. the guy canonically has some amount of access to Real Life Social Media. like i started this mostly as a joke but there are definitely some real metanarrative opportunities for a character with recklessly curious impulses, and possibly a fragile sense of self, having nearly limitless access to streams of debate over whether or not he’s a bastard. rude to talk about someone who’s listening etc
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Ever think about how the author of PIDW transmigrated into his most nothing character who only existed to push the protagonist on the “right” path to popularity before dying? Ever think about how he transmigrated into that character from their birth, completely deleting that person from existence, while his own existence as the creator of the world he now inhabits is so thoroughly erased that we readers only know his “real name” as the character’s name? How the only name he carries over from his first life is a shortened version of his innuendo pen name? As if his existence as a person is nothing next to being the author, which is only marginally less nothing by virtue of the job’s one purpose: to make sure a story is following the “right” path to popularity before dying to enshrine that fame/infamy amongst readers?
No? Just me? Ok…
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It’s “realizing that Will’s struggle in S2 with being infected with a virus that spreads and will kill him quickly (but doctors don’t care) is a metaphor for how gay men were treated during the aids crisis” hours
—right alongside Mike (who comes from a family with a Reagan sign in their front yard + a mom who outwardly supported Margret Thatcher), who sat at his now confirmed gay best friend’s side the entire time he was sick and watched as people were willing to let him die because he was viewed as expendable……and now has an ongoing storyline where
1) his relationship with his girlfriend is falling apart because he doesn’t love her romantically
2) he’s staring longingly and pushing toward the freedom his gay best friend embodies for him, and
3) he cannot bring himself to tell anyone around him something because “what if they don’t like it” + dehumanize him for telling the secret truth he cannot bring himself to externalize, despite now knowing something that scares him about about himself:
(Bonus points for the fact that the first time we see Mike push Will and himself toward a girl is after he watches how people were willing to let his gay best friend (and him, by extension) die should they not confirm to expectations)
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ren saying he used to write. martyn mentioning mpreg and saying “unfortunately it doesn’t work that way”. doc sending out “lewd stories” of him and ren. together they can take over ao3
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I’m feeling quite sad about how much the active bts fandom on tumblr has shrunk and/ or how selective the community has become regarding content interaction. I’ve heard people pointing out a clique-building here lately, and while I’m well aware of closer mutual circles existing – and I can only speak on behalf of my friend group here – these pretty much develop naturally when there’s just no one else who reacts, reblogs from and talks to you anymore except for these handful of people. I don’t like that some people perceive these “cliques” as “exclusive”, for example to content creators only. that’s bullshit; it’s certainly not great to have only other cc’s support your work because they personally know how much time and effort it takes. also, knowing how lovely most of these people are, you’d get immediately followed back and showered with love too as soon as you’d even show a speckle of kindness on a regular basis, regardless of whether you make gifs yourself or not. ccs dedicating sets to each other isn’t a sign of exclusivity, but rather us holding onto and appreciating people who still give us at least some motivation to create and post in the first place anymore, because there’s quite literally no one else left by now.
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Idek what to say or how to say this. I just need to let off some steam or something. a PSA or just a cry into the void for help.
I have been in and out of hospital with pneumonia for the past 3 weeks and I am both mentally and physically exhausted. My body is wrecked from all the antibiotics and steroids I’ve been on and I feel like I’m falling apart. My insides feel shredded and I can barely make it down the hall without losing my breath.
On top of that, I have a work injury that’s got me out of action too. I have no real source of income because my workplace is not cooperating, despite my doctor clearing me to be back at work on light duties. I have been kept in the dark for nearly a month about everything and I’m at my wits end.
In no way shape or form am I expecting people to help with my finances.
If anyone *is* able or willing to help though I would be eternally grateful.
Honestly even just sharing or acknowledging my post or anything would be appreciated.
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so like ….. I had a meth relapse some months ago and I’ve been kind of ashamed to celebrate my current progress ever since then because it didn’t feel like it was long enough ….. I felt like a couple of months wasn’t good enough to make up for having to admit that yeah, I fucked up again and had to start the timer over. That’s pretty much what I go through every time I relapse — I feel like I have to prove myself in some longstanding significant way before I’m allowed to be proud of myself.
and like .. I’ve had several streaks of clean time that were longer than this. This isn’t a new record. This isn’t anything I haven’t done before.
but, from the bottom of my heart….it feels different this time. every other time, I remember I was constantly in pain and desperately craving. I was still thinking about it. Still obsessed with it. I was abstaining not because I wanted to, but because I had to. Mostly for the sake of appeasing others. My burning desire to use had not yet left me.
But these last couple of months have been different. Im not craving it …. Im hardly ever even thinking about it. It just….doesn’t have its hooks in me right now like it did before. Im not just going through the motions of sobriety while silently still longing for the pipe. It doesn’t come to mind anymore as the first thing I want to do when I’m sad or scared or in pain — in fact, It doesn’t even occur to me as an option anymore.
I had a VERY similar feeling back when I finally got off of fentanyl after years of failed recovery attempts and countless relapses, and that feeling led to nearly 4 years now of being fentanyl free
And….it’s got me feeling hopeful
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