I left /c/Risa because the moderator there was letting his own personal feelings color rules, removing posts that violated no clearly written rules, and creating new rules without even running it past the community or asking how they feel about it.
The moderator of this community is guilty of that same behavior.
I’ll be over on !whitepeopletwitter@sh.itjust.works.
You must log in or register to comment.
The day I realized I was way smarter than my dad was a sad day, my reality broke. I was also younger than I probably should have been to realize that. Not smarter than my mom tho, she was one smort lady.
Your dad was smart enough to get with a smort lady…
Smart enough, or handsome & charming enough?
Still have to have some intent.
Almost the same. 3rd grade (8) for me with mom - she forced me to turn in homework that proclaimed 3x0=3, it went downhill after that day. For my dad, somewhere around 12 - the man was a wizard with fractions and conversions for structural load-bearing which was part of his job. My 7th grade advanced math course taught me the tricks and I realized it was actually easy, backed by experience.
Honest, this broke me too. It triggered the deep fear that things my parents tell me are factually true, might not be. I made it a point to check and verify every “fact” including education, religion, even local history. Shit, while helping my ex-wife do her family history (for jure sanguini), I checked into mine and found absurdly erroneous family links and claims (all “proven”) of wealth, royalty and castles - wrong. I will never correct my dad on this, but it’s sad to hear him repeatedly tell these stories, it would crush the only thing left he finds worth living. He’ll pass in a year or so, let him live his dreams.
I have zero musical talent and my kids started on private tutoring on the subject in kindergarten. There were things they knew that dad and mom didn’t at the age of 5.
My goal is simple: I want my kids to be smarter than I am.
“And I taught you the phrase ‘petri dish’, you’re welcome”
The memory of my mom saying “You’re my kid, I will never see you as an equal.” still rattles around in my head. Ended up wanting to be nothing like her because of it.
Her comeback was funny, is everyone on this site a victim of intergenerational trauma?
One of my kids tried for a while to get out of chores by delay tactics. I would ask her to do something and she would repeat it back and ask me to confirm. I would say yes and then she would do it again. Clever trick I admit. Eventually it stopped working
Me: pick up your socks and put them away please
Her: wait you want me to pick up my socks?
Me: yes
Her: and then put them away?
Me: yes
Her: so you are asking me to pick up my socks and put them away?
Me: yes the man who brought you from the void of non-existence and paid for every meal you have ever ate and the home you live in is asking you to please pick up the socks he bought you and put them away!
I only get the witty spontaneous one-liners about once a decade so that felt pretty good.
And “petri dish of frustration” is actually a really colorful metaphor
💦🌲 dish.
🍑🌲📡 according to Marge.
Peach != pea Or maybe im lost, who is marge?
GOP’s own Marjorie T. Greene said peach tree dish
I see, but isnt marge too nice of a nickname for that pos?
Is that a peach or a strawberry? Oooooooh suddenly things make more sense.
Bruh what kinda fucked up strawberry’s have you been eating?
He’s been eating peaches the whole time.
Yeah, been using that little trick for quite a few years now, too, so thanks for that. You still eggcorned “Petri dish”.
I hate that fucking concept. You are not a better person because you know an odd spelling. All that arrogance does is make people more afraid to speak to one another.
F
