I'm in a permanent constant state of pain everyday. My entire existence is pain. I'm not sure what else you need me to go through to prove my existential dread.
Rachelhazideas
I, for one, almost died at a mass shooting.
My body has left in a permanent state of pain and suffering, where every few days the pain intensifies and there is next to nothing I can do about it.
What about you?
Bra cups are relative to band size. For reference, a 36C is roughly the same volume as a 32E. These are call sister sizes.
I'm tired of guys saying 'uwu G-cups' without any context. A 30G is the same as a 42B. Start asking what their band size is ffs. It's like saying 'she weighs 120’. 120 what? Bags of flour?
Girl boring guy quirky.
For the tone deaf people who say this isn't sexist or about women, look again. The whole package of 'OMG', exclamation marks, 'annoying kids', two moms, some annoying trait, is all dog-whistle for people who like to trivialize things women do.
Nice try with the 'no u' card, but calling people sexist for pointing out sexism is cringe and absurd.
Actual chronic pain sufferer here. If I had a dollar every time placebo and positive thinking was prescribed to me, I would have enough to maybe hire a doctor who won't systemically downplay or dismiss my pain because of my age and gender.
Inb4 some people say 'women voted with their wallets', no we did not get to vote.
If you think we get to choose what size of pockets we get for pants that fit us without being uncomfortable, you have not shopped for women's clothing as a woman, ever.
When women buy pants, it's like bringing a random metric screw to an imperial hardware store hoping to buy a nut that fits and also all the labels are written in some alien language. The words 'size 8' never mean the same thing on any two pairs of pants.
Here are some common issues we encounter. It's not as simple as 'oh women are just vain and want pants that are a tight fit'. Women don't get the nice 33"x34" measurements that men get in spite of needing standardization more than ever, partly because it's nigh impossible to standardize the wide variety of hip and waist sizes women have and how it changes throughout the month. It's always 'these pants are perfect except':
- My hips are to big to pull these pants up
- My hips are too small and now I have to wear a belt with 2 inches of fabric uncomfortably bunching up in the back
- My legs are too long and my ankles are cold
- My legs are too short and the pants are touching the floor
- My waist is too big so the pants are choking me when I sit down
- My waist is too small and now the same belt problem happens
- There are no belt loops for jeans
- I have PCOS belly and belts hurt to wear
- I have sensory issues and I cannot stand belts of the feeling of bunched up fabric
- The cut is too low and my bum is showing
- The cut is too high and my abdomen is choking
- My thighs are too fat and so I can't sit down in these jeans without discomfort
- These jeans are too inflexible or small to accommodate days when I am bloating
- There are no pockets
- There are tiny pockets
- There are fake pockets
So please, I beg of you, don't commit bullshit about how 'women chose this'. We did not.
I think the misconception that you might be having is that the stress is even manageable at all. When people go through trauma at this age to this degree, there is little to no chance of managing it.
It's like watching someone get injured in an accident and saying that if they had the opportunity to manage themselves better they could recovery without any lasting effects. Some accidents, no matter how well it's managed by patients or doctors, will still render the patient paralyzed. Not to mention that a worse but more likely outcome is that they don't make it out alive at all.
There is a survivorship bias here that is not seen on the surface. The reason why I am chronically ill is because the alternative in my situation is that I would be dead. You don't see the people who had endured trauma and died, because they don't come on Lemmy and comment.
The best possible outcome from the accident I was in that is my childhood, is that I came out of it alive, albeit physically and emotionally damaged.
It's not clear what you're apologizing for. I do like how sexism has been reduced to 'a slight difference of opinion' now.
Funny how the discussion was considered productive when your response was 'Yes, you're very angry', and no longer productive when the misogyny was pointed out.
At no point did I call him a pedophile.
Feel free to make up other shit while you're at it.
I said the words 'I am not a pedophile.' because I was being accused of 'getting on' on with children.
You say, while graciously making sexist comments.
I don't know why you're gate keepint existential dread, but here is the APA's definition: "a profound, deep-seated psychic or spiritual condition of insecurity and despair in relation to the human condition and the meaning of life."
I'm feeling plenty of despair to the human condition and the meaning of life. I wake up everyday and ask myself why live and exist at all when existence is nothing but pain.