One of my favorite bands!

I hope you’re right. That would mean us younger generations managed to right the ship.

If society progresses to the point where my grandkids are condemning me for eating non-lab-grown meat or something it will be in spite of the boomers best efforts - and due to us younger generations dragging them kicking and screaming onto a more sustainable path.

Progress is not an inevitability.

It’s not about what they failed to fix, it’s about what they actively fucked up.

As a voting block, their demographic consistently did the opposite of “Plant trees under which shade you will never sit.” At every turn they sacrificed their children’s future for short term profit.

Boomers deserve their selfish reputation.

I find the wanton sexualization of the 80s and 90s almost wholesome compared to whatever the fuck is going on these days. Sex is too important to be relegated to porn - but that seems to be the mission now.

We’re allowed to have heaps of gratuitous violence, action, and misery in our art - but for some reason sex/nudity has this unique obligation to directly progress the plot (if it can’t be removed altogether). Sex apparently can’t just be part of character development, themes, world building, or just gratuitous fun, anymore without giving these fucking prudes the ick.

Darkweb marketplaces

I’m curious what led up to this. Were they really obvious going in together? Were they being really loud? It seemed like everyone was riled up before he even opened the door.

Learn to cook & meal-prep. Invest time into your health and fitness. Self-host as many techy services as you can (bonus points for Arr stack - streaming services are expensive). Try to “BIFL” where possible - Terry Pratchett said it best:

The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money. Take boots, for example. … A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. … But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while a poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.

Jargon isn’t inherently bad, but it’s often weilded for evil. When a scientist uses jargon it’s usually for precision and clarity. But corporations and conmen use it to obfuscate, confuse, and add a veneer of science/legitimacy to their bullshit.

I’ve heard this sea change largely attributed to the fall of the Soviet Union, which removed any pressure to continue selling capitalism to the masses.

A smutty harem game, “Fresh Women”. Please tell me this isn’t just a hypothetical…

Can’t compete with elf pussy. Beren didn’t steal a Silmaril from the iron crown of Morgoth himself because of Lúthien’s personality.

She initially told me she was ok with it, then changed her mind when the opportunities arose. Now I’m torn between my own selfish desires and the life we’ve built together.

They’re known as ‘unicorns’ for a reason. Where I live you aren’t exactly tripping over women that want to be a mistress or join a threesome. My single friends sometimes have ‘friends with benefits’, but they are other singles - they aren’t fucking around with couples or married guys.

We met in our 30s and I wasn’t going to put our life on hold until the chance arose to test it. She genuinely seemed to want it - the constant, unprompted, dirty talk about me with other women when we were intimate really had me sold.

I know I’m cooked now. I was just commenting on how much less cooked I would be, in the same exact situation, if I were gay.

Maybe it’s a location/age thing, but I missed out on all that. I always made it clear up front what I wanted, and they’d often indicate they’re on board initially - until things got serious or an opportunity actually presented itself, then the insecurities came out and suddenly it’s all “Am I not enough for you!?”

In the latest case she really had me convinced, even though an opportunity never arose to put it to the test. Told me she was bi, said she wanted to see me with other women, said she was cool with an open marriage - everything I wanted to hear. It was only after marriage & kids that it became apparent she was NOT actually ok with it.

Funny that you’re having the opposite problem. Grass is always greener…

From what I’ve seen the gay community is full of ‘friends with benefits’. Seems pretty great. Sometimes I resent being straight, where monogomy is basically the only option, and any attempt to break out of it would make me look like a creep.

Once you’ve seen one pair of tits…

…you really want to see the rest of them.

Their tp is all scratchy and thin though…

I don’t have an answer but I wish you luck walking that tightrope.

People who try to wave it off as simple nostalgia are fools. It was a golden age, the peak of western civilization animation.