Grew up on a lake that used to freeze in the winter, this is the best but worst thing we used to do (because it was fun, but the rocks/ice chunks would refreeze in place and be a hazzard while skating)
I practiced spinning sticks so that it looks like I know what I'm doing and every now and then I even look like a cool martial artist when doing so. My wife doesn't think so but my homies got my back.
I love nice sticks.
Watching someone dig a hole. Or standing by the side of a hole that was just dug and commenting about the hole. Or watching construction work in a previously dug hole.
We seem to just like holes. We are simple creatures.
I remember grocery shopping as a kid filling the cart completely full and when we went through the register it was over $100 and my mom was going jeez that's a lot of money for a lot of food. It took 3 people several trips to unload the car.
Today I go through the self checkout, get a few frozen meals, some store brand cookies, and a case of cheap beer for $80. I can carry the two bags and beer with one hand.
Iβve been going to Costco every week for several years. Pre Covid my big trips were around $350. Yesterday I went and got some beer, wine, and some beef jerky and it came out to $350
My big cart days are a lot closer to $700 too now. Certain items I remember being $10 are now $16-18. Itβs insane.
Just a note here, I bet your mom wasn't buying "dinners," she was buying "ingredients." Ingredients take up a lot more space in the cart per dollar spent. Sometimes that's because you pay a premium for prepared foods, (flour vs cookies) and sometimes it's because there's inherent waste, like onion skins, and both ends of that head of celery, and the bones of the whole chicken, and the stem, seeds, and vacant space inside a bell pepper. Also, not judging the beer, but in my childhood Dad bought all the alcoholic beverages from the liquor store in a separate trip. So it wouldn't have been in the grocery bags, nor on that receipt.
Inflation is real. But it's important to:
A. Make accurate comparisons
B. Value the work that went into turning those ingredients into dinners.
I'm really weirded out because I strongly remember averaging $100/week grocery trips as a kid, and now that I have my own family we're averaging $100/week. Checking a CPI calculator I should be spending ~$180/week with the exact same spending habits
They're raising the prices because we're buying "frozen meals, cookies, and beer". All of that can be made at home for cheaper. Well, the beer and cookies may cost the same but they will be twice as good.
Figure out what is your biggest purchase and find the recipe for it. Pasta, Indian food, cookies, and even beer can be made at home if you know what you're doing.
Prices were lower before because everyone knew they could probably whip up something similar. If you have a bag of flour, some butter, and some sugar you can basically make half of the things at the grocery store.
In this case it's funny...if the person asking that were a white straight guy asking about any other group, folks would be getting out their pitchforks.
If there is a fire it must be bothered. It must be prodded several times and sticks need adding to it. The fire cannot be trusted not take care of itself.
This mostly applies to other people's fires. My fires mostly collapse in on themselves gracefully and I might take offense at anyone prodding it before it's ready.
Its just fun to poke at a fire with a stick, but we've had "dont play with fire!" Drilled into us so hard we have to pretend like we're doing something productive.
Weeeelllllll, Iβm going to go out on a limb here and state that I do believe my fire tending helps the wood burn cleanly and wholly. Thatβs why I constantly prod and adjust it.
Same man, same. I usually don't fit the traditional expectations of men, but holy cow a big rock being thrown into a body of water from a great height sounds amazing
And bless her for asking instead of just deciding we like to swordfight with our dicks for social dominance. I mean we do that but women don't need to know about it.
Hitting something with a ranged attack. Doesn't matter the target, doesn't matter the projectile. Basketball at hoop, dart at dart board, pee at poo stain, bb gun at empty can, snowball at tree, bullet at bullseye, it's all the same to us
I'm so baffled that most people reading this don't get its satire of a lot of comics, sci-fi, video games, etc but with the genders reversed and people thinking it's a reasonable position.
The author isn't being literal, they are making a joke about men who unironically say this and expect it to be considered normal.
Please don't yell at me for this I am just the messenger.
That's because there is good satire, and pretty often rubbish niche satire. Satire usually relies on everyone being in on the joke, accepting the ludicrousness of it. Political satire is good at this, gender stereotype satire is pretty deep psychologically layered stuff. Most people are not psychologically trained, or even people watchers. So the satire gets missed.
Very religious single mother with lots of money from a divorce has a daughter, sends her to a girls-only boarding school, she studies theology and joins a convent, becomes a nun - now you have a thirty-something year old woman who has never known a man on a personal conversational basis (may have seen/heard them in passing, possibly a teacher or church leader as well).
(This is most likely not the case and purely exists as a ridiculous but possible answer to your question.)
well the closest I ever got to that was having an all-consuming hobby of attending aerobics classes and there were no men anywhere and I was so sexually frustrated. Had no idea how to meet men cuz all I wanted to do is go to a aerobics classes.
LPT for men: If you want to meet tons of thirsty women, go to aerobics classes.
High speed refers to the shutter speed in a camera -- how quickly it can take frames. Slow motion footage is taken in a high speed camera. It's just a weird quirk of language.
I think this is a tongue-in-cheek jab at the very real issue of men who try to write women who literally don't have any women in their lives except possibly their mothers.
The reply is also tongue-in-cheek, it's just when you pluck these things out of their context and put them as screenshots on a different website in front of people who dont' follow the individuals involved, you end up with goofy takes about it.
Also, not for nothing, the way this was screenshot feels like somebody wanted to dunk on the Female Woman Writer instead of reading it in the spirit it was written.
That's reading a lot into the post. Her profile says she's a feminist cartoonist. This is standard virtue signaling. She is such a great feminist, against the patriarchy, she doesn't know a single one. You still know you're father, brother, male coworkers? You're not on her level.
If you join any big writing community (the Reddit one most obviously) you'll be stunned at the number of "How do I write [opposite sex]?" posts. Most of them are from men but there are a surprising amount of women making those posts too.
When I was a kid, my town had a bowling ball factory where they would leave the rejected balls in a big pile in back of the building, unguarded. In winter, we would sometimes nick a few and walk to one of the bridges on the local river which had iced over and drop the balls in. Dropping little rocks into water is cool and all, but absolutely nothing compares to the satisfying explosion from one of those bowling balls on ice.
Well, this was the late '70s when all kinds of crazy shit was going on that's unheard of today. As another example, retail stores used to just leave handheld electronic games out on the sales counters where amoral young boys could easily slip them into their paper bags and stroll out the door with them and then tell their parents they'd "found them in the garbage". Not that I would know anything about that kind of thing ...
That was one of my favorite activities when I was a kid. We had a steam behind our home, I made a tiny little ecosystem for frogs and crawdads to hang out in, between the flowing parts of the stream π fond memories.
Stepping on those frozen-over empty puddles where it's just a thin crust of brittle ice over an empty hollow, and it makes the satisfying crackling noise when it breaks.
Not a man, but it seems to me that if you asked most men what they would like to do if they found themselves alone on the battlements of an abandoned castle, they'd say "Pee over the edge." Dropping a stone is the substitute for when people are around.
Why do men always want to hog all these enjoyable past-times? Next they'll be claiming that stuff like stepping on frozen puddles on the side of the road to hear the satisfying cracking noises is a "guy thing". Like please, we all know men don't go outside.
But when I do, I throw large rocks into bodies of water from great heights. It's one of those instinctual things I just can't control, but it only happens when I go outside.
Gathering in a line or a circle and looking at things. Could be a bonfire, a body of water, someone else digging a hole, etc. Holding a beer during this activity is optional but a significant upgrade.
Drinking very cold bevereges after a strenuous day of work/workout is the best. May or may not be beer.
Having a hot showing drinking a cold one after gym is also THE BEST.
In some places itβs commonly known as - and I make no apologies for this - the βHitler pissβ. Due to the similarity with the salute associated with that whack mofo and his followers.
Sitting on a 5 gallon bucket in the middle of a windy, frozen lake without gloves on in order to feel the very low chance of a fish taking a hook 50' underneath me.
I think that's a great answer, a broader one would be an exciting show of force.
Great impact both physical and emotional in a singular moment in time.
Men are easily captivated by that which inspires awe both figuratively awesome and literally breathtaking, like the neuron activation equivalent of letting strong winds wrap around your body.
That's why most young adult male audience comic books involve transcending mundane limits to our reality with things like magic quirks and genetic mutations: we want to see something big happen and our frail human selves cannot handle that.