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I grew up in a hunting family and I’ve been hunting several times in my life thank you very much. The variety of game I was force fed growing up tasted like shit too.
I won’t pretend to know the right answer for population control (there’s a whole debate about it and I acknowledge my ignorance on the subject), but my theory is why bother? I don’t need to kill a bunch of animals to survive so I won’t.
You acknowledge factory farming is pretty cursed, but it wouldn’t surprise me if I found out you’re still buying up meat products whether it be in stores, restaurants or elsewhere.
I’m a Ruby on Rails developer and it’s been a decade or two since I’ve used Drupal, but why does it want so much memory? We host Drupal-based apps in Kubernetes at work and they need nowhere near that much memory.
I would probably investigate what library or piece of code is requesting so much.
“The people I raise are well taken care of and have a happy life ‘til I cart them off to the gas chamber.”
I’m sure I’ll get something like “well pigs aren’t people” — so because they’re not human it’s totally okay and humane to fucking kill them because god forbid we stop eating bacon we so utterly/obviously/clearly don’t need to survive.
How about this: maybe let’s not kill animals if it’s not absolutely necessary for our survival.
Myself, not that I did something so beyond recognition but I think about where I am now a lot.
I was a very naïve, somewhat sheltered Midwestern kid to a 17 year old mother who married (someone else) happily when I was just six months old. In elementary school and into middle school I was never popular and kind of chunky. I’ve always been a computer geek and started making websites when I was around 10 (I was bored a lot).
Heading into high school I made tons of friends in different groups. I had friends in the “drug crowd” but wasn’t into drugs myself. I graduated early only to go into working in fast food and never could finish college.
In my 20s I got really into weed and drinking and I had a friend who inherited a ton of money and long story short, we moved to Los Angeles. Tons of partying and lots of hard drugs later, we moved back but I came back alone two years later with nothing more than a backpack, computer monitor and $800.
10+ years later, I don’t party nor take drugs and have a rather boring life as a web application developer after ~5 years in warehouse jobs.
I’m generally very happy, but I’m very frustrated with the world after having lived in a big city now for almost half my life and having not been raised knowing how exactly the world works — if took me much, much longer to get where I am than those optimistic 90s teachers had me believe it would. Some days I daydream and wish I could go back to those wild days living it up, taking a couple mollies and not having a single a care in the world.
Oh God please no. Strong TikTok/WhatsApp voice message vibes
May they never be sent back to any research facility again.