“...logic and MRAs don’t mix..”?

I suspect Swift is in the right here but the whole thing sounds nonsensibly psychologistic if you ask me.

Easy. Any method leftists approve is painless. Death pain, like “sexual identity”, is a social construct.

That should be the standard method. No wires and tubes, gas, drugs....little to complain about except of course guns.

I don’t want a flying car. Why would I want a flying car? If I did I’d have learned to fly and bought a small plane.

He had to pass the bill to see what was in it.

Such are the eons of out lives.

It’s all a part of our tireless, everlasting oppression of women.

In this society it’s “queen and peasant”.

If a man knows how to do most such things it makes women feel bad and complain — like everything else does.

You’re getting warm.

Women have no “systemic oppression” but rather “systemic privilege”. That’s the difference. But some things are inappropriate whatever.

This raises Facebook in my estimation.

It’s a competent drama about the struggle against historical revisionists. Probably the only one ever. Not the only time travel show but the only anti-revisionist one, opposing the usual “kill Hitler” type theme.

Don’t let it get to you.

Picture looks like maybe mid 1950s except for the ribcage ink.

Exactly. After all, women make fortunes on divorce, while they’re not looted and pillaged by family courts. They also have to prove nothing to get a lasting relationship but men have to display various accomplishments and wealth.

People discourage you from smelling things when you’re little. I’ve always been aware of smells and wasn’t criticized at home for it but found mentioning smells usually made people angry and threatening. Even if it was a good smell you were likely to be the target of the universal 1950s insult, “queer”. So you seldom…

Epifism, the idea that surface appearances are reality, is the best approach instead of thousands of individual paranoid speculations and fantasies.

Maybe that’s why grays and other aliens look like shriveled little punks.