religion dictates that the pope is always right whether they like it or not because god
While Catholics do have a lot of wacky beliefs, papal infallibility is somewhat more limited than this. It only applies when the pope makes an ex cathedra statement, so he would have to state this in a much more specific and formal manner to be considered undisputable doctrine.
Respect is a two-way street, though. People don’t deserve to be disrespected or dehumanized just because they’ve fallen on hard times, it could happen to any of us, after all. My respect for crackheads is about as limited for my respect for the guys jerking off to lone women on the subway, though. If the system has chewed you up so thoroughly that you need to smoke crack to get through the day, you have my sympathy Go do you, hope things get better for you. On the other hand, I’ve got effectively no sympathy for the crackheads where I used to live that would get high as hell, then shit in the staircases, get into fights with the only elevator in the building until it broke, or just sat outside all night, screaming and blasting music.
I’m a reasonably healthy younger person, so having the elevator out of commision for months at a time because of their antics was a nuisance, especially when it came time to haul groceries up to my apartment on the seventh floor, or bring my laundry down to the basement to wash it. It was outright dangerous for more elderly residents on the upper floors, who essentially became housebound, though. My mother-in-law couldn’t deal with all those steps, and there were elderly people on higher floors put at risk because paramedics couldn’t reach them nearly as quickly if they had an emergency, not to mention the challenge of bringing someone down a bunch of narrow stairs on a stretcher.
Just because they’re suffering at a given moment doesn’t give them the right to degrade everyone else’s quality of life, if not outright endanger their lives.
Got a concussion in a pillow fight. I was in the top bunk in a lean-to at summer camp when I was maybe 13 or 14. Forgetting the low ceiling above me, I jumped to my feet, planning on launching a pillow at someone poking around another bed. Promptly slammed my head into the ceiling, knocked myself out and wound up going to the doctor shortly after. Pretty sure I still have a disc somewhere with images of the small minor brain bleeding I got as a result.
Go to another account she hasn’t messed up on her phone, and make her watch as you use the password manager to get in. Then, you can tell her for sure that the tech is working, and you’ve done your part, but you cannot fix her behavior. If she wants to keep resetting her passwords all the time, that’s on her, otherwise, she’ll have to put a small amount of time and effort into adapting to using the password manager.
If she isn’t going to follow your suggestions and advice, why is she asking you for help? If she sincerely wants help, she needs to make an effort on her side to follow through.
This is a problem with psychology and boundaries, not a tech issue.
Snigger is just a variant form more common in the UK, where snicker is the preferred one in the US. Though I wouldn’t put it past a 4chan user, it’s also a perfectly normal word they may have learned being taught and exposed to UK variants of English.
If I could get away with not having a cellphone, I would honestly much prefer to not have one. Unfortunately, the modern job market and my wife wanting to be able to reach me make it unlikely that I could do so without suffering some fairly major issues.
Initially, I quite liked the idea of being able to consolidate multiple devices, like an e-reader and music player into a single device, but I’ve really come to resent the expectation that I should always be available to contact at all times.
If I could ditch mine, I’d really rather just have some sort of portable device in a similar form-factor that could play connect to WiFi, play music and podcasts and work as an e-reader. Bonus points for some sort of offline map/navigational capacity. I don’t want to get texts or phone calls, and only be able to access email and the broader internet when I’m somewhere with WiFi.
I like to think I’ll eventually get to a point where I can do that without having to worry about being unable to get jobs for not responding quick enough. Unfortunately, it seems like more and more things are trying to make cell phones an unavoidable aspect of participating in society, whether it’s banks only offering OTP texts for 2FA, or so many venues no longer even offering the option to print your tickets at home, but instead requiring you to display your ticket in an app on a device with an active data connection.
Same. They already have my resume and application for the job, I’m not writing a whole page groveling and begging them to hire me.
The wild part is what’s cut off in the bottom section.
However, "Much of what he championed—patient advocacy, increased access to dental care, and advertising—has come to pass in the U.S.
So I guess, possibly not as bad as the opening line makes him sound, and perhaps even an improvement over the standards of the time
Some other choice sections.
The band attracted large crowds and hid the moans and cries of patients who were given whiskey or a cocaine solution that he called “hydrocaine” to numb the pain.[2] He charged 50 cents for each extraction and promised that if it hurt, he would pay the patient $5.
he Historical Dental Museum at the Temple University School of Dentistry has a display dedicated to Parker, with his necklace of 357 teeth and a large wooden bucket filled to the brim with teeth that he had personally pulled. The bucket of teeth sat by his feet as he lectured the crowds on the importance of dental hygiene.
Almost sounds like the guy may have been maligned by his fellow dentists for calling them out on their BS.
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I went and saw Nabucco. Was pretty enjoyable, and I got to sit in the orchestra section with one of the cheaper tickets they release the day of the performance. Would go back for another if I could avail myself of the program again.
I had also deliberately picked one of the shorter operas they put on that season, wasn’t trying to commit to some 5 hour monstrosity straight out the gate.
I got invited to some sort of literary award ceremony at the French embassy a few years back. I, uh, severely underdressed for the occasion. I got the invite for participating in the Albertine book store’s bookclub, and for whatever reason, my brain went, “I can show up to this like I would dress for a bookclub session, it’s the same people.” Spoiler, it was not, and I really should have been at least in a button up and slacks, rather than my hoodie and jeans. As luck would have it, the gentleman who won the award, Emmanuel Dongala, was sat next to me during the speeches. I can still remember the look of “What the classless, American fuck is this guy doing?” as he took his seat next to me.
On the other hand, I went to my first opera at the NY Metropolitan Opera last year basically dressed the same way, and it was surprisingly entirely fine. Turns out, very few people want to be sat for hours in formal attire when hardly anyone can see you in the dark, anyway.
He could also just be in an area that was decently outside a major metro area when he bought his house, and urban sprawl and real estate speculation has massively raised the value of his property.
When my parents bought my childhood home in the 80s, the road ended about a mile down from the house and they had to park at the lake and carry things up. There’s a hunting preserve just on the other side of the train tracks to the north, and when I was growing up, farms with cows, horses, and a shitload of corn.
These days, I don’t know anyone I grew up with who can afford to live there any more, as it’s become yet another commuter town in the country for the higher paid employees in the nearest major city. When they sold the house, I’m pretty sure it had to be knocked down completely (we had squirrels in the walls, and the previous owner had done a hack job on the electrical wiring to convert it from a summer cottage to a full-time residence) yet a half acre of land and a house you couldn’t legally sell for occupation was still close to $500,000.
I can actually rent a two bedroom apartment in NYC for less than it would cost me to rent a studio in my home town, which has no public transport, and it was a two mile walk to the nearest gas station, one way.
It’s kind of messed up that entire communities can be destroyed, through nothing they actually did and developments they had no way of predicting 40 years ago.