Fun fact: The Navy uses the affirmative “aye” or “aye aye” as opposed to “roger” like the Army/Air Force/etc because of similar slang origins. Basically, sailors used to use the word “roger” to mean “fuck,” both as an insult and as a way to identify women they had been with while in port.

“Yeah, I rogered her last night at the tavern,” kind of thing. But as sailors began to respond to officers using “Roger that (fuck that),” the Navy came down and made “aye aye” the official affirmative response for their personnel.

And even then, “aye” is simply a “I understand” whereas “aye aye,” means “I understand and will carry out X.”

The US Navy also launched an investigative unit during the 1800s (I wanna say the 1880s?) to find homosexual sailors and kick them out of the Navy. The unit only lasted a couple of years before being shut down, as the only people volunteering for the unit were homosexual sailors. 😆

Better to be judged by twelve than carried by six.

Or has a pet. I could see a cat doing that over time, and my recliner in my living room has a similar tear because it’s basically my dog’s chair/bed, and he does that digging-to-make-the-ground-comfortable thing before he lays down.

“High thoughts,” almost like shower thoughts, but driven by weed and, in my experience, learning an interesting fact or tidbit.

So they’re not a scientist and don’t have formal training in sounds or plants or animals, they learned a fact and got high and connected some dots, haha

People catch lightning on camera, why couldn’t they catch a bullet?

The military. It’s ingrained in you from like day one that if you’re not 15 minutes early to everything, you’re late. It’s also why you’ll hear folks from the military talking about standing in formation waiting for 3 hours before the Colonel/Captain even shows up. By the time the order gets from the Colonel to the Private, everyone in between has padded the arrival time by an extra 15 minutes.

You don’t clock in and out in the military, so sure, fine. And for job interviews, it looks good to employers. But beyond that, I’m in the “if you want me here early, you need to pay me for that time” club.

You’re right, I made up all the numbers and stats, and wrote a long ass comment because I’m clearly just full of shit and a liar, my lived experience doesn’t matter because you can sit behind your computer and pretend numbers on a screen translate to the real world.

I definitely didn’t research after meeting with my therapist recently who urged me to look into my state’s health insurance marketplace, I totally just made up all of the numbers, including my salary and my state’s maximum income level for their Medicaid plan which I haven’t totally been tracking since it was $17,583 back in like 2020.

Yep, you got me, it was all a prank. And I’m not giving location info to some rando on the internet who can’t accept the reality he lives may not be the reality for everyone. For fuck’s sake, John Oliver did a segment on the Medicaid gap several years ago, and nothing significant has changed for a lot of people. Guess we’re all just wrong then, stupid us.

A blue one, not that that makes any fucking difference.

If your income is low enough. I make $3/hr above minimum wage in my state. I make too much to qualify for Medicaid, so I was redirected to the marketplace.

Cheapest plan when I checked less than a month ago was $275/month with a $10,000 deductible that had to be met, prescriptions were only covered like 50% until you hit the deductible, doctor’s visits and tests were 60% on me until I hit the deductible, none of my doctors were in their network, and it was a shit plan.

The best “budget” plan I could find was about $400/month, doctor’s visits were $50, tests were split 50/50, prescriptions were 60% covered but only until the deductible of $7,000 was reached, then it was 100%, oh, and still none of my doctors were in their network.

So I make $37,000/year before taxes, and I’m expected to spend $3,300 to $4,800 annually on insurance that’s going to make me spend another $7-$10k before they’ll even cover everything. So I have to spend $10,300-$14,800 of my salary that, again, is too high to qualify for Medicaid, for health insurance.

What part of that is easy or so simple that you just get on the marketplace and have free health insurance, yay!! My state caps the Medicaid qualifying salary for a single person with no dependents at like $19,000/year. So should I just go knock up a few women and pump out a couple kids? Cause then I’d fucking qualify for Medicaid on my current salary, and maybe I could visit a fucking dentist for the first time in 6 fucking years.

Edit: Oh, and those monthly insurance costs were after the reductions you mentioned, that’s what I’d have paid with help from the government. If Obamacare works for some people, I’m glad, but it leaves a lot of us out in the fucking cold and I’m tired of hearing that it’s just so goddamn easy to get free health insurance in this fucking Third World country we call America.

I was 29 when I bought mine last year, but was only able to do so because of my Veteran’s benefits.

My biggest regret was not buying a house while I was still in, in the area I was stationed, because since then (2017), houses have jumped in price and I much preferred living there then my home state. But… Life is just funny like that, I suppose.

Explain to me, under what circumstances, you need to go more than 10 mph over the speed limit. Don’t pull “my wife is in labor” or “I severed my hand” or some nonsense, if a car is coming up and making it obvious they’re in distress, fine, that’s one thing.

But literally no other justification exists other than “hur dur I want go fast vroom vroom.” You’re endangering the lives of everyone around you because you feel everyone should make way for you. It’s entitlement, and it’s reckless driving.

Your whole comment is entitlement. If the vehicle in the passing lane is going the speed limit, or matching the speed of cars traveling in the other lane, then sure, you have an argument.

But if traffic in the center lane is moving at 70 mph, and the car in front of you is traveling at 75 mph in the passing lane, but you’re doing 80+, guess what?!

You can flash your lights and use every blinker in your car that you want, you’re reckless driving, traveling at speeds that are unsafe, and the cop that pulls you over isn’t gonna give a flying fuck that you were in the passing lane.

And y’know how I can tell you view the passing lane as a personal camping lane? Because you never indicated that you, or the people flashing their lights/blinkers/horns/whatever, ever move back over. The left lane is not for camping, it’s for passing and then merging back over.

No one needs to move more quickly because you feel the need for speed, or are late for who fucking cares. You wanna drive fast? Take your shitbox to a track and drive like an asshole to your hearts content.

So unless those lights you’re flashing are red and blue with a siren, you can kiss my sweet, 5 mph-over-the-speed-limit driving ass.

Do you not have carpets or what?

I don’t, no. Only one room in my house has carpet, and they’re from the original owner and already gross anyway, and that room is a storage room. The rest of the house is hardwood (which needs to be redone) or linoleum.

I couldn’t imagine fucking up all my carpets and furniture over time from being too lazy to take shoes off.

It’s not always laziness, I prefer just having my shoes on unless I’ve got my feet on the couch, then it’s just socks. People have their own preferences, there’s nothing wrong with that.

Plus I just don’t understand how it’s comfortable to wear shoes all day long. I usually can’t wait to get home just so I can take my shoes off. I don’t feel like I can truly relax without them off.

🤷‍♀️ Don’t know, I just feel more comfortable in shoes an/or socks. I’ve never understood people who have to take their shoes and socks off as soon as they get home, you’re just getting dust and dirt and whatever else all over your feet.

Do you wear your shoes when you’re in bed and snuggling on the couch under a blanket too???

No, shoes don’t go on the furniture, unless I’d get too high in the past and fall asleep with them on. They’re warm and protect my feet.

I’ll also add, I have a dog, so, to me, it’s a moot point. He’s not wearing shoes, and he’s going to drag even worse stuff in the house on his paws, and I’m not cleaning his paws literally every time he’s gotta go out and pee, so… 🤷‍♀️

Idk, I see all of the points people are making about why you shouldn’t wear them inside, but I don’t understand why people are acting like they’ve never even considered the concept of just… Wearing shoes inside? Like, to me, it’s more astonishing (as a former chef) that people will cook barefoot, like, haven y’all never seen what hot oils can do to bare skin? That’s insane to me, but I’m not losing my mind over the concept.

When I worked for USPS as a carrier, my LLV (the mail truck) was older than I was by a year. I could also put the key in the ignition, start it, and then completely remove the key and the truck would keep running.

That kinda shit cracks me up, hahaha

It was my grandmother’s, and I was the 5th owner after she passed away. Manual windows, manual locks, and a fully-metal body. By the time I got it, it was so quirky, I loved everything about it.

• The horn was dying, so if you held it for longer than 2-3 seconds, it sounded like the doppler effect,
• Since the hood was metal, the horn would make it vibrate a little and the car sounded like it was begging to be put out of its misery,
• The brakes screamed when you came to a stop, but only at speeds under 10 mph, so I basically scared the shit out of every drive-thru worker I encountered,
• Our family dog knocked the rear view mirror off with her head, and after 5 months, we finally glued it back on, only for her to do it again a week later, so I learned to drive with only my sideview mirrors,
• The parking brake basically couldn’t be relied on because the previous owner, my sister, drove it for about 6 months with the parking brake fully engaged, complaining to my dad constantly that it had no acceleration.

Was a beautiful, green, Kia Sephia, and I miss that car more than some family members. My second car had another favorite quirk: the driver’s window motor died, so the window wouldn’t roll up or down. So, being the high school chucklefuck that I was, I’d go through drive-thrus in reverse if I had a friend in the passenger seat (also without a rearview mirror, thanks to the aforementioned dog).

All the staff used to come to the window laughing, and one manager gave us real shit for it despite their being no signs or anything indicating we couldn’t.

Sigh my younger days, cars today are just too boring 😂

Yeah, I remember one of my teachers (I think my high school biology teacher) chastising us a bit one day because most of the class would come from PE before hers. She was complaining that we smelled like sweat and working out and all that.

But we weren’t allowed (or given even close to enough time at the end of the PE class) to use the showers. You basically showed up, had until the second bell (about 5 minutes after the first) to be in the gym ready to go, you’d run/play/workout/whatever for almost an hour straight, and then be given at most 5 minutes to change and go to your next class.

No shit we stank, and when we asked why we couldn’t use the showers, we were told there was no way for us to be monitored in there, so it left too many opportunities for misdeeds and shit.

My dad’s trade school had this rule back in the 70s/80s. If you showed up and weren’t clean shaven, you had to pay $0.25 for a disposable razor and small little pouch of shaving cream. If you refused, you were sent home for the day.

He had a teacher that he said was really well liked among the students, former Marine who I think served in Vietnam. The guy had a coconut carved into a monkey’s head on his desk, and he’d tape a cigarette in its mouth. But he had some odd rules and, according to my dad, could be a scary dude at times.

Like, if he caught you yawning, he sent you out of the class because “You aren’t full awake, and therefore didn’t prepare for class properly with a proper night’s sleep.”

If the class got off track, or really pissed him off, he’d either: A. Lift one of those old-school metal drafting tables off all four of its feet and slam it back down, causing a HUGE boom sound that got everybody’s attention, or, B. He’d drop-kick the coconut monkey head down the hallway before returning to the class.

Reminds me of a teacher my dad told me about when he was in trade school (he went to a trade school for high school back in the 70s/80s). He said all the students called the guy Mr. Hitler behind his back.

He would regularly make fun of students, call them stupid for not understanding things, send kids to the principal for the slightest infractions, etc. My dad didn’t grow up with money but started working at like 14, and he said it always bothered him the most that Mr. Hitler would especially pick on poor kids.

“Oh, is that all your family could afford for you, rags and old shoes?” “Really, the same pants two days in a row, what, your family can’t afford to wash them?” Just shit like that, in front of the whole class, absolutely demeaning and stuff that wouldn’t be tolerated today.

Well, apparently Mr. Hitler suffered a stroke at some point during my dad’s high school days, and according to him, not a single student gave a damn to do anything to help him. He had trouble walking/was in a wheelchair, kids would let the door slam behind them despite him trying to get through. If he had several things to carry, students would ignore him requesting help to carry them, pretending like they couldn’t hear him.

I wrote my first AP English thesis in high school on this exact issue: students being assigned too much homework and the detriment it caused them. I don’t remember the source, but an academic paper from around 2010 (I wrote the paper in like 2012) talked about how assigning more than 5-10 math problems per night could cause way more harm than good.

Not only was it incredibly time consuming for people who likely had sports/music/jobs/family obligations/etc, but it reinforced incorrect learning habits. Basically, if you were given 100 math problems, but didn’t understand how to solve them correctly, you’d just be reinforcing your mistake 100 times. Add in the fact I never had a teacher who would spend an entire class going over all 100 of them, and kids were basically learning the wrong way every night. Plus, at least in my experience, the assignments were turned in and then the class moved on to the next lesson, and by the time you were given the graded assignment back, you were already 3+ lessons ahead, still learning everything wrong because the foundation was built on sand, not stone.

Was in an AP English class, and we were given a book on AP format for writing essays and such (think proper way to cite sources, alphabetize authors, other grammatical and formatting rules, etc). The class was given an example handout and told to group up into fours and go over the handout, finding mistakes and such based on the book previously mentioned.

When we went over it as a class, every group found basically every mistake except one. Every group missed this one mistake, and none of us flagged it because the book we were supposed to base all of this off of stated that it, in fact, was not a mistake. Since it was a graded assignment, we started debating with the teacher that since everyone didn’t flag it, and the book we were given said it was actually correct, we shouldn’t be penalized for it.

The teacher, however, refused, stating that it was incorrect based on AP formatting standards. Students even showed her, in the book we were given, where it said that the “mistake” was in fact correct. She refused to budge, and arguing continued.

The discussion ended when she (the teacher) finally said, “I’m the only one in this room with a Master’s degree in English, you got it wrong, I’m not hearing further debate on this,” and took the points off from all of us.

Same thing happened with a math teacher (who was an absolute piece of shit, literally everyone including the staff hated him, but that’s for another time). Everyone got a problem wrong, and when he went over it, several students pointed out the answer we all got was correct based on how we were initially shown how to solve the problem. He pulled the same “I’m the only one here with a degree in mathematics, so none of you are getting the points for it because you’re just wrong.”

Several students went to other math teachers and showed it to them, who in turn went to the piece of shit and not only pointed out that he was wrong, but the head of the math department was basically demanding either the points be restored or the question thrown out. The next class he went on a long spiel about how “after conversing with several of my other academic colleagues, it was brought to my attention it was a poorly designed question, and thus I will be removing it from all of the tests.”

Just fucking admit when you’re wrong, all you’re teaching us with your fancy degrees is that you’re a prick and to resent authority figures.