Australia: punching way above its weight class.

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It's the Vegemite, I'm sure of it.

I believe that "Indian Giving" is sourced in a cultural misunderstanding between Indigenous and European societies. Indigenous societies were reciprocity based, so giving gifts should be reciprocated with a gift of like value to strengthen relationships, or increase honour (social standing). The Europeans were working in a patron-client system so a gift was seen as a way of purchasing access to power through a patron. The Europeans thought the Indigenous people were paying for access to power (like a tributary), so there's no expectation of returning a like gift. The indigenous people thought they were entering into a mutual relationship, and when a like gift wasn't returned that was seen as reneging, so they took back their 'offer'.

Glad to have an anthropologist kick my ass.

Now draw a fire holding the woody species.

Too much nitrogen for the carrots?

I suspect round one is like eating milk, and round two is a fine cheese. Or eating cabbage, and later experiencing it as a well-aged kimchi. I'm sure it's full of probiotics.

A longer digestive system is necessary to properly break down plant cellulose. This is why some small herbivores are copraphagic (eat their own shit, like rabbits): it takes two times through to extract adequate nutrients.

I'm an anarcho-capitalist with a real hatred for the homeless.

It is the South African version of the n-word (I think SA racists also use the n-word, but the k-word carries the same weight. It is an Arabic word meaning "infidel", which means "no faith/belief". Islamic traders down the East African coast used it to refer to non-Muslim inhabitants of Africa.

The natural gas comes from Alberta, the coal comes from BC though, no?

I'm being a bit cynical here, but is it because the coal comes from BC?

This good? Bad?

Looking at a bust of Vespasian, Vespasian and Hopkins look fairly similar!

I'll gladly scrap mine and revert to walking and a wheelbarrow if it gets us out of this mess.

I'll gladly scrap mine and revert to walking and a wheelbarrow if it gets us out of this mess.

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Want to read it. This title is confusing.

Oh wow, you're posting memes now!

Stahp! You're too much!

Yeah, that's about right. When I look at the moon, there's a second slightly dimmer moon above it that overlaps by about a third. Lights at night are a cluster fuck; I can't tell a low bed trailer from a standard box trailer. The doubling of the tail lights on a low bed look like the second set of upper lights on a box trailer. I have a hard time focusing in low light. Also, my brain can't render 3D without my glasses.

I think you're telling me you're a woman. I want to point out that seeing a tailor is a non-sexual experience. I'm not sure I've ever been to one, not even a female tailor, who HASN'T made incidental contact with my genitals when checking fit, particularly in-seam. It's a far cry from being "groped". It's a bit like imagining a lingerie specialist worries about touching someone's boobs, or that a doctor gets worried about seeing someone naked.

Bad fake tits are terrible to look at and feel. Like someone else mentioned: uncanny valley. However, let's talk about the good ones, the ones that objectively look great and aren't obviously fake.

You've listed some very external measures of beauty, effectively reducing attraction to its most physical components. I'm going to argue that external beauty is just the bait, attraction is sourced in inner beauty, and fake tits are a sign that the internal world is ugly and unattractive.

Unless there is some kind of deformity that needs rectifying, spending money on fake tits reflects an unhealthy preoccupation with image. Not BEING a good person, not being attractive through health, enthusiasm, passion, or kindness, but APPEARING to meet some arbitrary external standard of beauty.

For me, fake tits are a red flag that someone is shallow. They'd rather spend money on something superficial, than make themselves more attractive through becoming a better person. It reflects vanity, and that's a quality that is damn unattractive to me.

So, even if someone had perfect fake tits that I had previously gawked at, the minute I find out they're fake my attraction to that person immediately plummets.

Anyway, a good smile turns me on way more than an extra cup size.

What do you mean by "signaling systems"? Not sure if you're talking about disrupting communication, or subverting symbolism.

No, they're not worried about joggling your junk. It's because you need something like an extra half inch in the seam on the side you dress on to leave a little extra room in your pants for your dick. Well-tailored pants are asymetrical. Not sure those of you who wear briefs need to worry about it.