Overlords for some, Little American Vape Pens for EVERYBODY!
That’s the wrong sort of libertarian. I mean real, communist libertarians like the original ones were. It’s scary to think that Emma Goldman was supportive of non-binary genders 100 years ago.
If nominated, I will not run. I’m holding out for Empress of the Known Universe anyway.
Unpossible; I am at work.
I know I’ve read that story somewhere! Ah yes, here it is: Robert Sheckley’s “Body Game” (1978)
Or think of how we may finally rethink bathrooms as not being about gender segregation and instead being about bodily waste elimination.
Our two bathrooms at work have both gone to unisex, and nobody has been raped so far. Knock on wood, I guess.
As has been pointed out, having gender specific bathrooms doesn’t stop a dedicated rapist from raping.
I’m thinking an added bonus of shared bathrooms is that someone can’t count on the bathroom remaining isolated enough to get up to evil deeds if the odds of someone walking in has been at a minimum doubled.
“Bathrooms: Get in, get done, get out.”
Yep
Yep.
Yep. I was a fan in my youth, but I was also a teenaged hormone monster.
I’ve seen an increasing number of public unisex restrooms that have a sink area and a bunch of toilet stalls. No problems, no embarrassment, everyone goes about (doing) their business, and it makes things more equitable (I always have a twinge of guilt when I breeze by the line-up for the women’s loo on my way to the gents).
Conversely, I never feel bad when I use the men’s room, because the women’s room is too damn crowded.
My stainless implants are not magnetic.
Also, I have the opposite of super powers. I’m like Sam Jackson in Unbreakable, except less cool and not a mass murderer. So maybe more cool.
Now who’s getting the good stuff?
Terrible comic book movie, with the wackest villain ever, (Samuel L notwithstanding.) I don’t care what anyone else says.
I’m a fictional character - at least in those respects.
A friend of mine has developed the delightful pastime of informing the Gender Police that they already use an agender bathroom every day.
At home.
I love Unbreakable. The thing is that when Audrey Dunn (the wife of Willis’ character) says, “It’s over” just before the screen goes black, the movie is over. People act like there are another few minutes where the protagonist goes and meets up with Jackson’s character, but there are not.
The villain is not Mr. Glass, but depression.
So you aren’t looking forward to the sequel, I’m assuming?
I actually do have the same bone disorder Glass has, osteogenesis imperfecta. I have significantly mixed feelings about the movie.
Some people do… and I think you all have issues.
Gee, ya think?
*lolz
I have a friend who’s been raving about Splinter, and practically begging me to watch it, to no avail.
I learned my lesson after the Village… and the Lady in the Water… and the Happening…
I don’t fucks with Shyamalan, no mo’; period.
Y’all enjoy; I’m good.
Glasses are cybernetic vision enhancements