tabris
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Baseball bats have a flared base, approved.
I worked for one of the biggest tech companies in the UK, we used Thinkpads for our dev work. They’re solid machines with good specs and excellent warranties. Big companies love them.
No, that’s enough stupidity for one night. If you want to know more, read above, read the book suggested to you, touch grass and get a life.
TRANS PEOPLE KNOW THEY ARE NOT CHANGING SEX. THEY ARE CHANGING GENDER!
Damn, how stupid are you?
Not everyone appreciates the acquisition of knowledge
You certainly don’t.
It has been explained to you that XX doesn’t always equal female and XY doesn’t always equal male and yet you ignore this as you can’t make an argument against it.
It has been explained to you that biological sex is a separate thing to gender, yet again you ignore it as this flies in the face of your argument.
It has been explained to you that sexual dimorphism has so many exceptions that it can’t be a rule, but once again, no refutation because you lack any knowledge beyond your desire to feel superior in your belief that you are right.
You say you’re not transphobic, but I believe words are cheap, actions are important, and your actions are very telling.
Wtf are you talking about? They didn’t get emotional, they cited sources, they explained clearly that you’re wrong. But you can’t see past your desire to invalidate trans people to even bring yourself to attempt to refute any of the points they laid out, calling the actual research scientist immature and emotional. Once again, every accusation is a confession.
Can I ask why you want science to validate someone’s lived experience? Isn’t the happiness of an individual when you call them their preferred name or gender more important than some sanctity that can be derived through the scientific method?
It just so happens that science has found repeatedly that trans people live better lives when their identities are affirmed, but why should you need that when you could just be nice to people without it causing you any issues whatsoever?
And has children working in the supply chain.
Story time!
During uni, I’d just moved house with some friends of mine, a big old party house of 9 people (5 officially lived there, but some had partners, and a couple friends usually crashed on the sofas). My room was the converted garage, so was at the front of the house, which meant I had door duty.
So there was a knock at the door a few days after we moved in. I opened it and there was a girl there, similar age to us, who said “Hi [my name], we saw you guys move in, thought we’d come over when you were settled. We live just down the road.” I have no idea who this girl is, but she knows me by name, so I greet her in a friendly manner, while internally trying to figure out who the fuck she is.
We’re chatting for a bit, from the context of the conversation I discern she knows people I know, but I still don’t recognise her. Then one of my housemates comes down the stairs and greets her by name, let’s say Susie. ‘Good,’ I think, ‘Mike knows her, she’s at least not a crazy catfish.’
After a couple more minutes, she addresses me, looking annoyed. “You don’t remember me, do you?” she says, directly at me. I flubber for a bit, apologise and ask where we met. She says she sees me all the time at The Hole In The Wall, a local pub. “Well you can’t expect me to remember someone I only meet while drunk!”
We’re still standing in the doorway, front door open, when someone else shows up. I recognise him and greet him, “Hi, John!” This sends Susie into a rage. “John’s my boyfriend! You’ve only met him when you see me. And you remember him!” I don’t know how to react and again blame alcohol.
Recounting this story to another housemate later in the day, he just laughs. “You really are gay, aren’t you?” he manages during fits of laughter.
It looks like Bender in that Tales of Interest episode where he becomes human, overindulges and dies.