I don’t anymore. I don’t know a single page that is reliable. On google even three star reviews get removed, so good reviews are meaningless.

Ragebait content has also increased. Most stories are made up to increase engagement with over-the-top problems. You can find some normal questions if you sort by new and they will have a handful of answers and soon disappear. The posts that get a lot of engagement are the ones with crazy stories.

Assuming things turns back, there will be a lot to rebuild in matter of trust and commerce.

I’m not so sure about that. The US has proven that they’ll make a 180° turn on anything within just the blink of an eye. Even if the US turns back, there’ll be no guarantee it won’t elect the next batshit crazy person as president four years later.

Aren’t these the kind of people who’d get mad at immigrants in the US if they don’t speak English? Why don’t they learn proper Russian and integrate?

I don’t know. She’s been painting me as the bad, unruly child that has something wrong with her since kindergarden, so I guess it would be easy for her to make it sound like I just lost my mind and shes the victim. Those who believed her will keep believing her.

The vibe is a lot like “the old internet”. Sure, you don’t get a lot of responses most of the time, but those you do get are genuine and in good faith.

On reddit you can post the most innocuous thing and be met with ridicule or disdain. Most of the posts I made were commented on in a negative way. Even harmless things like “I found this funny product at the supermarket” in the appropriate subreddit was met with insults and a bunch of negative comments. Asking for advice on a popular advice subreddit got me a bunch of insults.

Here I have few answers, but those are genuine ones and so far they’ve been in good faith, no unprovoked insults, no sifting through someone’s history to insult them based on a post from 3 years ago.

My mother regularly beat me, yelled at me and told me she wished I’d been aborted. Noone believed me because to outsiders she was the perfect housewive, always smiling, always friendly and happy. My friends and teachers only told me how lucky I was to have such a nice and caring mother and that I shouldn’t tell lies about her.

Luckily, my husband believes me but he’s never met her since I went no contact years ago. But while I was still living with my parents noone ever believed me.

I read an article about how we don’t remember events correctly and that’s why I started writing a dairy. I’ve been writing almost every day now since 2016, sometimes just half a page, sometimes more.

I’m 40. The largest voting group in my country is 60+. It really doesn’t have a lot of effect what you vote or try to do as someone <60, 60+ decides. Same goes for a lot of companies I’ve been in. 50+ is in the majority, especially in positions of power. Either learn to talk like them and kiss their ass or you’ll never succeed and be out of the job in no time.

Millenials are just not in charge. I’ve seen it in so many areas of life, be it business or civil society. Younger people try to change something and someone 50/60+ will scream bloody murder so things will stay the same because “we can’t alienate those people”.

It’s a bit older, but I think Adventures of the Gummi Bears has a wholesome family dynamic, even if the family doesn’t seem to be related. If I remeber correctly, the King (Calla’s father) is also shown to be a very loving father.

The right always has a quick answer because they are throwing the same shit at every problem.

“It’s the foreigners/religious group abc/political group D! Just get rid of this one group of people and all will be good.”

Housing crisis? It’s the immigrants. No jobs? It’s the immigrants. Lonely? It’s the left and also it’s your own fault, just hit the gym.

It’s easy to have a solution for every problem within seconds if you just claim every problem is the fault of the same 3-4 groups of people.

I don’t think noone else is offering solutions. The problem is that the other solutions are harder to implement or take more time and effort. “Women are at fault and you need to hit the gym.” I can fix that in half a day, just get mad at women and fill out an online application for a gym membership in my area. The solutions of the manosphere are easily solved with capitalism: just buy product abc and pay to train your body.

Meanwhile, the real solutions are much harder: build a community. Find people in your area for a hobby, commit to regular meetings. Get to know people, manage disagreements, have uncomfortable conversations, invest time in others until you’ve slowly built a group of people around you that trust each other and are open about their feelings. Communitybuilding takes a long time. Compared to that, the manosphere’s solutions are quick and easy and you can already get yourself started at home.

I find that a bit funny given that in the last 15 years or so Japan has officially done a lot to attract tourists. Wanting to become a tourist destination, branding themselves as a place for holidays. I’ve seen so many “Visit Japan” campaigns, usually sponsored by the Japanese government, in the last decade or so. I get that it sucks for the people living in those cities and good for them that their city council does something to help, it still feels weird after years and years of campaigns to attract more tourists to Japan.

I’ve stayed in hostels before, but at least here in europe I haven’t found many with single or double rooms. I also have a tent and went camping, but that only works fine in good weather. Also my last experience camping wasn’t too good, as there were several people having loud parties until 3 a.m. and the people in charge of the camping ground didn’t do anything about it and just told me to leave if I don’t like it.

I’ve also learned the hard way that not all hostels offer you a fridge to use. Many have breakfast buffets and don’t allow you access to the kitchen, although that varies from country to country I think.

I’d love to have an RV one day, that would solve so many problems (except for loud parties on camping grounds). Right now I don’t even have a parking space for a car, so that’s in the distant future.

I am not a fan of AirBnB, but I have several life threatening food allergies and it’s often the only option I have. I’ve stayed at hotels where they assured me they could take care of people with allergies on the telephone before, I always write my allergies in the booking, just to arrive and be told by kitchen staff that everything is prepared on the same cutting boards and actually I can’t eat anything they have. They usually also don’t allow you to store your own food, neither in the kitchen nor in the little fridge in your room.

I just wish there were more hotels with fridges or even little cooking areas to make my own breakfast. I’ve only encountered that twice. So far AirBnBs are my best option to stay in a different city. And it wouldn’t even be that hard, just put in a slightly bigger fridge and some plates in hotel rooms and allow people who can’t eat your breakfast buffet to use it.

I just feel like that’s often forgotten in the discussion, that AirBnB - as bad as it is - also covers a niche for people with health issues that hotels aren’t willing to cover. And that’s also part of their success. Hotels are very standardized to fit the needs of most people, but as soon as you have health issues or can’t eat a lot of things for whatever reason AirBnBs quickly become the better option.

Two and a half days. Also how I came to really understand how abusive my mother is. I needed surgery for a knee injury. I wasn’t allowed to eat since the evening before. I went in, had surgery and my parents took me home to “take care of me”. I was so hungry after the surgery because it was like 2 pm and I hadn’t eaten since maybe 4 pm the day before, so I asked if we can stop for food. I was told no, we have food at home. “Home” was an hour by car away.

So we come home, I somehow manage to get into bed and ask for food. My mother exploded, yelled at me to not be a lazy good-for-nothing that slouches around on the bed and that the only way I was getting any food was by getting up and sitting at the dining table like a normal person. I really don’t know why I thought they’d treat me better this time. I guess I thought they’d know it’s a legit surgery (unlike non-legit things like flu and fever that has never been an excuse to stay in bed). Anyway, I had my bottle of water with me but no food. Probably not enough water either. On the evening of my second day there my leg was feeling good enough for me to hobble into the kitchen and grab some snacks.

On the bright side, I learned that the stuff I’ve been telling myself like “Yeah they’re assholes but will be there for me when I need them” was a lie.

There’s this café in Nagoya, Japan, that serves sweet spaghetti: the spaghetti are flavoured with strawberry or chocolate and then you have fruits and sauces on top. It’s delicious.

Edit because I just went through old photos and found one of the sweet spaghetti:

Or a calliope mini, they are geared towards elementary school kids.

I think is is fascinating how much time Japanese teachers spendon extracurriculars

From what I know, a lot of hobby activies happen in school in Japan and are supervised by the school’s teachers: choirs, soccer teams, guitar lessons, baseball, judo etc. These are all things that in most other countries aren’t connected to the school system and are organized either by volunteer groups or professionel instructors (e.g. in seperate music schools or neighbourhood soccer clubs).

I just really really don’t care for it. Not the math, not physics. I don’t care if you can calculate the velocity of a car downhill. I don’t care how heavy the tower of our local castle is. I’ve yet to meet a math problem apart from grocery cost that I care to know the answer of.

I was actually always pretty good at math, I had Bs and sometimes As. I can memorize the formulas and fill them in and do the equations. But none of it interested me even in the slightest.

I started actively disliking math when people around me pushed it on me as this be-all-end-all definition of intelligence. Understanding math isn’t enough, you have to actually LOVE calculating advanced math problems in your head, otherwise you’re not smart.