As a Vermonter I gotta say, very accurate. Only it’s not a force field. If you go too far west you fall off the edge of the Earth.
Also it’s missing something about the cheese. There’s no such thing as a Vermonter who doesn’t rave about Cabot cheese.

Really applies to most things. I’m not a dude, trans woman, but I’ve gotten sexually harassed a lot both pre and post transition and the response I got pre and post transition is night and day. Pretransition people treated me like I was crazy for feeling unsafe and like I was supposed to enjoy it.
Honestly, men should be allowed to feel unsafe around women, or really allowed to feel unsafe in general, and be taken seriously for it.

I suppose I just had higher expectations for Lemmy tbh. When I first joined on the first instance I found, the community was so nice, supportive, and in general just an amazing place to be where it felt like anybody could have a reasonable discussion about anything. It just really, really quickly devolved into what every other social media site is.
I did find using the app Connect to block lemmy.world where I assume most of the most toxic people land purely on account of its size instantly reduced toxicity in my feed by a massive amount, but it also unfortunately blocks half the content on the site and I also don’t like that I have to block plenty of reasonable users as collateral to achieve it.

I’ve noticed this an uncomfortable amount on Lemmy. Being trans, I’ve started bringing up my pretransition experience/traumas living as a dude even if it’s not relevant whenever I talk about a women’s issue that effects me because I don’t get taken seriously otherwise.
Well, actually, lately I’ve taken up just not talking about women’s issues, and really just commenting less frequently over all, because this whole place is like a mine field of people who just wanna argue. Every time before I hit send I have to think “Is somebody gonna think this is about them and get pissed with me?” And 99% of the time the answer is yes.

Bupropion was by far the most effective med I ever took, but I personally got really bad side effects and I had to stop really quickly. None of the side effects you got though. Just extreme tiredness and getting over emotional. I also might have had a mild seizure, but it’s not known if it was the bupropion that caused it. I was in the ER pumped with a load of other drugs that also could potentially cause it, but my psychiatrist took me off it anyway just to be safe.

Team “Not bothering to look for signs/flirting and just asking out people I like and crossing my fingers.”

lol, it is pretty bizarre I know. I just know 9 breaks into 3+3+3 because it’s a square number, and adding one of those 3s to 7 makes it 10, which is easier to add stuff to, then I just get rid of the remaining 3s by adding them to 6, then 10+6 is a very easy equation to intuitively add, because you just replace the “0” with “6” to get “16” and you’re done.

9 is 3+3+3, 7+3 is 10, 3+3 is 6, 6+10 is 16. I’m also a fucking heathen.

Absolutely fuming, because the SSA decided I owe them a shitload of money because I went over the disability resource limit… And it appears based on the dates they claim to be because of payments they gave me. Payments which did not count as a resource for the months that they claim I owe them for.
So now I gotta go through the bullshit appeal process and just hope they admit their mistake so I don’t have to take it to actual court, which, like, I’m disabled. I can barely leave the house as it is. How the hell am I expected to manage that?

But in brighter news, my long distance girlfriend got a VR headset so she can cuddle with me even with an ocean between us. That’s brightened my week a lot in spite of everything.

Step one: Pull up pants really high.
Step two: Say “I’m the big boss man.”