It’s so enforced. Everyone should be their “authentic self” and no one should be misgendered and gender is an infinite playground until someone gender non-conforming doesn’t think they’re trans. Then they’re asked if they’re sure, then they’re told they are, then they’re told they’re being transphobic if they still refuse.
men will PURPOSELY ask you things in a condescending tone and then act surprised when you get an attitude like “i wasn’t trying to start an argument” yes you were travis shut the fuck up
Level 1: Prophecy proclaims that no man can kill villain; killed by woman.
Level 2: Prophecy proclaims that no weapon can harm villain; pushed down stairs and dies.
Level 3: Prophecy proclaims that villain will be brought low by no mortal hand; kicked to death by angry mob.
Level 4: Prophecy proclaims that no power on Earth shall be villain’s undoing; fatally distracted by sun in eyes.
Level 5: Prophecy proclaims that only power of laughter can defeat villain; beat up by clown.
Level **: Prophecy claims that villain cannot be killed by man nor beast, at day or night, or inside or outside. He is killed in a doorway at sunset by a half-man, half-lion
(this is actual Hindu myth)
Level ???: Prophecy claims that hero cannot be killed during the day or night, nor indoors or outdoors, neither riding nor walking, not clothed and not naked, nor by any weapon lawfully made. He is killed at dusk, wrapped in a net with one foot on a cauldron and one on a goat and with a spear forged for a year during the hours when everyone is at mass.
(actual Welsh myth!)
what i’m getting from this is that rules-lawyering is an ancient and honorable tradition
Why is it that only trans women can get free breast implants to make them ‘’feel more like a woman’’? Why can’t I, a woman with small breasts, use the exact same reason?
I have read that some insurance policies cover breast implants for TIMs, but not for women, not even those who underwent mastectomies due to breast cancer… 🤬
I don’t hang out with white dudes who use mustache wax anymore bc it’s only a matter of time b4 they fall in love with me and find out I’m gay and write a song on their…idk..their fuckin harpsichord or banjo or ukulele about the girl from the forest who broke their heart but also they don’t even like hiking
i know this seems oddly specific & that’s bc it is
So there’s a pretty long tradition in math of people coming up with problems they can’t solve, and talking to their friends, and realizing that nobody they know can solve them either, and then announcing to the world that you would get some sort of prize if someone could solve them.
Usually the prize is a small amount of money.
Sometimes, if someone is really cocky, or the problem is known to be really hard, it’s a lot of money.
And sometimes there’s Stanisław Mazur, who offered a live goose as a prize for finding a particularly pathological object (a Banach space for which some compact operator is not the limit of finite-rank operators).
And then, Per Enflo did manage to find such an object. Today, there is photographic evidence that he did, in fact, receive his prize. Go look at that picture, and tell me that Enflo is not 100% pumped about his goose. The older Mazur, on the other hand, looks mostly like “WTF, this fool actually called my bluff”.
The photograph is a delight. @elodieunderglass I cannot but suspect that this intersection of mathematics and geese may speak to you.
“The construction of a Banach space without the approximation property earned Per Enflo a live goose in 1972, which had been promised by Stanisław Mazur (left) in 1936.”
WHEN will my field finally award me my rightful GOOSE
i’m honestly just here wondering how these nondysphoric, white, middle class, hetero, and gender conforming nonbinary kids deluded themselves into thinking their life expectancy is 35 years old because they use they/them pronouns on the internet
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