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  • There are still places that ‘value’ those things, it’s just all bunk. I know of a local department that requires applicants to have a college degree. It’s just that (some) college(s) has both become a degree mill, and there are plenty of places ‘captured’ by conservative thought/material.

    You could still be a fool, and a bigoted asshole, and graduate no problem. Even just going by intelligence, it’s not like being intelligent carries with it concern for your fellow man. There are brilliant individuals who are every bit evil.

    I think that the overall push for why police are the way they are is that only certain types want to be a cop in the first place, much more so than intelligence, education, or desire to find truth in scientific ways.






  • Not really subtle, but it’s different, right? With fortunate son, there’s this weirder dynamic where you have to actually string the entire thing together to gather the meaning. I would say unless you went and asked someone to repeat the lines to you after the song is over and tell you what they meant, they would never really ‘get’ what the song is saying.

    I was going to reply to the uwu pawb about that, but it’s really difficult to put it into words. There’s something about a really catchy song with really good flow and rhythm and melody and composition that does sort of turn your brain off. It ‘bypasses’ the logical language part of your brain’s comprehension and just gets you grooving. If I were a bettor, I would put money on it being the same reason that people with stutters can often sing without issue: it’s the same part of the brain (Broca’s area, if you want to pull out my neuroscientist days) that issues the commands to the muscles of the mouth and tongue and such, but the area that is directing Broca’s area is different (there’s an area called Wernicke’s area that is really heavily involved in the comprehension of language; it’s on the left side of the brain, while a great deal of your musical appreciation bits are in the right side of the brain [and I’m definitely getting far out of my knowledge base here, it’s been a great while since I did brain and specific tasks]). If you just listen/sing to the music, and never pull it up out of the memory banks and into your ‘logical’ part of the brain, you’ll never really engage with the meaning of the music/song.

    Anyway. I don’t know quite how to describe it, but like nicki said, if you just sing the chorus of independence day, you’d probably not get the song’s imagery, but the verses are more straightforward and easy to comprehend in mcbride’s song than in creedence’s. I’m just more surprised about it being misunderstood than fortunate son, I guess, more than I’m totally surprised.






  • Right? I sort of agree with her, and sort of get grumpy at the way she’s presenting it. I know that I have wanted to throttle the designers (really, the software designers) of insulin pumps more than once. The original one I had two decades ago was probably the best one I ever used. It didn’t have the fancy auto-update communication with the 24/7 sensors that the new ones do, but it wasn’t designed by a corporate boardroom to limit any whiff of liability on their part (her irritation at the wastage of units to prime the tubing is something I have definitely ranted about many times). The childproof nature of the cartridge needle for medtronic still bugs me to this day. Tandem’s idiotic injection cartridge where you need to reverse suck out air that might be in there? Jesus christ, I don’t know if it’s patents or some other bullshit, but the original syringe like cap on (I think it was something with a D, but not disetronic like the author had) was perfectly fine. Fucking hell. And don’t even get me started on the omnipod. The amount of e-waste is ridiculous. Maybe it’s better than the plastic waste from the tubing and cartridges of the others, but especially with the current bullshit going on, color me slightly worried that we’re going to see supply issues there.

    I ALSO know that a pump failing does happen. You can’t make them completely foolproof. I’ve had three or four over the years fail on me. One time it was because the unit couldn’t handle sun on its screen, and the ink/stuff went completely wonky in the display, another time it was medtronic having a bad push rod, and I think the third time was with tandem like the author here had. Each time they got a new pump to me real quicksmart.

    So I’m really trying to figure out why she was specifically mad. Reading her story sounds like a madman’s account of numbers, which doesn’t really inspire confidence in the account. Fourteen cartridges? At a reasonable three days (I always go longer because I can build up a safety amount if insurance/shipping fucks something), that’s 42 days… for a seven day trip. Ten or 12 pump sites? Why not just match the amount to the cartridges? Who brings non-matching amounts? TWO ENTIRE VIALS?!? Okay, fine, one because you’re using it, and one in case the first one ‘goes bad,’ but that’s still insane to me. I’d rather drive back the relatively (considering it’s about life quality / being alive) short distance from new mexico to los angeles than risk the second bottle (because what kills one bottle can definitely kill two). Her little summary at the end even acknowledges that in the perfect world, a failing pump would still be a failing pump.

    >.>

    I will say, neeeeding long acting insulin is way overblown. Keep some syringes around, and you can use your short acting just like your pump does, with mildly more bg swings because you’ll only want to bolus every two hours or so. I’ve had to do it multiple times when the cannula fucked up (a problem with both medtronic and tandem) repeatedly. As a personal aside, I think steel should be the default, or a standard query by the doctor should be about if failures of the plastic cannula has happened to the patient.

    Other small gripes: her description of the cartridge needle as ‘big’ and ‘nasty.’ Like, seriously? Her decision to “be meaner” on the phone. That can be handled with assertiveness and self-advocacy, which does not necessarily involve any degree of enmity.







  • It was a fucking struggle to leave, let me tell you.

    I suddenly suffered from a crippling disease (made worse because I was 10 and generally healthy before that, so it was mind boggling at the time), and no one in the church gave a hoot. You’d think a community of people who believed in a loving god would care that such a god would randomly punish a kid… so when everyone just told me to accept it I understandably grew pissed. That then blossomed into asking questions about others with diseases, famine, war, death, bla bla bla, and every answer was just stupid.

    Buuut, I was in a super religious family, and went to a religious school, and was a part of a very community focused church, so it took until I left at the age of majority to really leave religion behind. I argued with every single dumb christian I could find for my teenage years, because I wanted to find someone who actually had a good argument. Humorously enough, the best argument ever made to me was by someone who didn’t even care about christianity except that he ‘was’ one by dint of other people being christians: maybe it was necessary for god to send people to hell and have a shitty life… except obviously that’s a shitty god that I wouldn’t care to worship, so finally in college I said good-fucking-bye to the entire mindset.

    As for what happened, while I was still under the parents’ control and the school’s control, I was labeled as a troublemaker and generally ostracized. My mother would wail (reasonably) about the situation, but stopped making me go to church as I entered high school. The extended family that still cared about religion just chalked it up to attention seeking and ignored it, which was fine by both parties.