southsamurai

Kinda depends on context. Because, if you’ve ever been around toddlers it means something different lol.

But I suspect you mean when the kids are adults.

It’s typically going to be a blend of things. Wanting to see your kids find their groove. Part of the job of being a parent is getting your kids to adulthood in a state where they can survive, and hopefully thrive, on their own. That’s because nobody lives forever, so they’ll have to do life without you at some point.

You also want them to have stability and success. Not everyone has the same criteria for those things, but it’s the hopeful part of parenting. Ideally, you set your kid up to have a better life than you.

The problem comes in when success and stability don’t have the same criteria for the parents and the kids.

Settling down usually does mean that a person has found their groove, and they’re also likely to be on a career path of some kind. They’re also not likely to be partying too much or engaging in risky behaviors.

So, if the parents value that kind of life as “success”, of course they’ll wnat their kids on a path to that life before the parents age out of being able to help with that goal.

That does sometimes come with parents obsessing over it. Even more common is parents thinking that it has to be reached on a shorter timeline than the kid wants. So it can be a source of conflict, despite it starting out as something positive.

Of course, parents are humans. Humans are assholes. So you run into parents that believe their kids are extensions of themselves rather than independent humans. Those parents want their kids to reflect well on them, to extend their own sense of self. Thus, the child fulfilling the parent’s ideals becomes vital to the parents’ goals.

It’s like anything else, really. Complicated.

Me? I tend to just want my kid to find their groove no matter what it looks like. I may or may not be able to assist them in life, depending on what that groove is, but I just want them to have as fulfilling a life as possible in the world we’re stuck in. Anything else is icing on the cake

It’s effectively the same thing.

Whether or not the recording is kept or not, it’s using the same function.

Ehhh, I don’t think there is a unifying “white” culture.

Plenty of regional cultures that are predominantly white, and definitely city level ones, but that’s different from a “white culture”.

Hell, it’s hard to even say there’s am American culture because it’s just so damn big. Even regional cultures, like the general southern culture I came up in, I can’t say is a single one. There’s to much different between adjoining counties sometimes, and states can be even further apart.

If I point to the Appalachian culture I’m also a part of, you can’t really rely on that as much as you’d think, because five hundred miles in the mountains is a huge barrier to culture connections, even though much of the population shares common ancestry that informs the local cultures.

So, nah, I can’t buy the idea of “white” culture any more than I can any singular racial culture. They just don’t work when in reality, though they’re temping on paper.

Shit, even “ethnic” cultures vary too much between specific cities to rely on them translating fully, so why would arbitrary skin color groupings? The Irish folk here in the hills have kept and/or adapted the culture of their ancestors different than those in Boston, or New Orleans, or New York. Just looking at my maternal and paternal families, there’s enough differences that I wouldn’t give credence to an Irish, Scots-Irish or German culture being fully passed down in the same way.

The UK is way smaller than the US, and every city has its own distinct culture. Some are big enough cities that there’s multiple versions in each one.

If I had to lay claim to a national culture of the US, it would have to be adaptability. The overall culture of the US is to take what comes here and mix it around until it sticks. And that’s not a very distinct thing at all.

Bruh

If the clutch doesn’t survive, it was already near failure anyway.

It’s easy tbh.

There’s a learning curve, but if you can walk while pulling something out of your pocket, you meet the minimum coordination test.

If you have a tachometer, it’s a little easier to learn when to shift, but it isn’t necessary at all, just a nicety.

No bullshit, I learned in a day, and was able to drive without grinding gears in maybe a week. Taught many people over the decades since. A day of practice that includes hills is all it takes to get the basics down.

When you first drive a different car, it may take a few miles to get a feel for the clutch and shifter throw, but that’s about it.

It seems way harder than it actually is, assuming you have full limb mobility. If you don’t, it can be a good bit harder.

When you first try it, just remember to get the clutch pedal all the way in before shifting, and you won’t have trouble in that regard. Letting the clutch out in sync with the gas is where coordination comes in, so test any new vehicle in an empty parking lot or other open space that’s flat, so you can get a feel for that safely. Once you have that feel, it’s easy peasy again.

At this point, I don’t even pay attention to shifting. It just happens without thinking about it as the vibration reaches the right level.

Hell, in my old car, I had taught dozens of people how to drive stick, and it got to 200k miles with the original clutch in it. That’s how easy it can be to learn.

So, wait, Google can record calls, but we can’t?

That’s one I hadn’t run across before!

Labels are not currently 100% fixed, there’s still some blurry edges around the newer terms, and older ones are shifting. Sometimes they shift faster than a given person can track.

With that disclaimer, it’s possible that would fall under the bi or pan sexual labels. Depending on who you ask, that can be and/or instead of just or.

Bi covers it well, because it’s an attraction to both men and women, and doesn’t specify how they present.

You could fall into the omnisexual rather than pan or bi, as omni is generally considered to be for people that do care about gender, but without a specific preference; while pan generally indicates a lack of concern about gender at all.

However, there is also gynosexuality. Thing is it gets used in two different ways, only one of which fits your description. One usage is really close; an attraction to people that present as feminine. But, the other usage is that you’re attracted to women, which includes anyone that identifies as a woman, but wouldn’t include those that identify as men, while expressing traditionally feminine presentation. So there’s a degree of conflict there, making it difficult to express one’s sexuality with that label in discussions about attraction.

Not that picking a label really defines you or limits you. They’re essentially just there to make matchmaking easier, and for general discussion.

I have managed to restrain myself from doing that, but I always regret it

Being real though, saying that a dictator isn’t effectively a monarch is sophistry.

Well, everyone on lemmy is just me talking to myself ;)

Any time this comes up, it’s always cool how many people have shared a similar experience. It also always makes me wish there was research into how this kind of dream happens, that so many people have experienced it. The fact that so many people do seems to me that there’s something about humans, as a species, that makes it possible, beyond just the ability/need to dream in general.

How would you get rid of them?

All the constitutional monarchies started as just monarchies. Every step between those days and what’s around now have been gradual, and usually very stable.

If you want to completely sever royals from government, it isn’t as simple as snapping fingers. Some of them, you’d have to unmake the constitution and rebuild it from the ground up. And that isn’t something that everyone in those countries wants, so you’d have to get people on board and willing to deal with the transition instability.

Undoing all the baby steps from “King Bob, first of his name, absolute ruler” to “king Fred, he’s kind of a figurehead, but kinda has a minor role too” is, in the cases I’m aware of, a damn hard one to unwind. Each movement comes along with other laws and decisions that would have to be untangled to sever the ties.

Not an impossible task, but a long, difficult, and expensive one. Yeah, you get enough people on board, throw a revolution, and you bypass all that, but then you’ve got to rebuild anyway, which means you’ll be building the new government in baby steps with compromises and concessions and political expediency. With no guarantee of something better at all. It could end up better, but it could end up with a nation in collapse.

Again, if enough people want it, and accept that risk, it could happen.

But most people want stability. Very little gives the sensation of stability like hundreds of years of the same family being in place. Sure, you get assholes and idiots among them, but you have the constitution and the actual government to keep it in check. Another fifty years down the road, it changes faces and life goes on.

Well, on my end, idgaf. As long as Google’s dick is in the pie, I ain’t fucking with it. It’s bad enough they’re into everything already, I have no interest in adding to it by being limited to their one app that allows rcs.

Nah, he’s always gone beyond weird. Even back before the band got famous, he was a major asshole to people and abusive. If you can find people that were in the scene back then, it wasn’t even secret; some of the early fans were proud if he did something shitty to them.

Yup. It’s very easy indeed.

Pirate the fuck out of their stuff, enjoy, repeat.

Edit: the exception is when the the fuckery is in the music/art.

If all else fails, chicken diapers exist. More work day to day, but less messy

I remember a bunch over the years that I can still close my eyes and replay, so this is a harder question than it may seem on the surface.

The actual most unforgettable is a recurring nightmare that I’m not willing to talk about because fuck that.

But number two was a doozie. Heh.

Back in high school, I had one of those bonkers dreams that fucked me up bad for a while.

In the dream, I met a girl, fell in love, had kids and grandkids, grew old together. And I’m not talking about just those events and nothing else. There were entire days taking place, from waking up to going to bed in the dream. Entire birthday parties, vacations together, sitting on swings and swinging while holding hands and watching the kids play.

I lived an entire fucking life in a dream.

And I woke up from that still a fucking kid. And I immediately started crying because my family were gone, my dream family. I lost them just as sure as if they’d died. It was both beautiful and horrifying.

It fucked me up. Not that I wasn’t already pretty damn fucked up, what with PTSD already kicking my ass at that age. But that dream was brutal. Well, waking up from it was, the dream itself was amazing.

I’ve told the story of this many times online because retelling it tends to take the sting out of it a little more each time.

Not that I haven’t had a great deal of joy in real life, I have. And I’m happier with my wife and kid now than I ever was in the dream, plus it’s real. But that dream has sometimes made it difficult to be fully present in a relationship in the past. It was one of those things where knowing that the person I was with wasn’t the right one made it easier to end things before they went bad. But the fact that I would have to constantly compare reality to the dream meant that I could never be certain how much was a genuine incompatibility and how much was holding reality up to the lens of a dream.

But the older I got, the less that factored into things. Now, it’s more of a pleasant memory than a bad one. The dream has lost its sting from being only a dream, and reality is better in terms of having a fulfilling and real partner.

I swear, people posting about me all over the place!

Also, I would legit do that if I had chicks.

Luckily, she did okay with pad training. She isn’t perfect, but she makes sure her feet are on a pad before letting go. Since she’s only inside in the evening and night, she’s not running around as much as she does during the day, so we can make sure there’s a pad available no matter where she is with us.

It took about two months to get to that point though, and I suspect if she had been much older when we got her, it wouldn’t have worked out. It helps that she’s fairly prissy as well; even outside, she won’t poop near her food and water, which I’ve never seen a chicken care about. She also won’t poop in her nesting box (not that she’s in there long, she’s never gone broody at all).