I wasn’t talking about people.

I’m talking about me.

I don’t want needles (or any sharp objects) close to my genitals.

Is the syringe in the dong? Because that’s a beeg no for me. I’m not squeamish around needles but am squeamish about the dong and dings.

What in the fuck does this even mean?

I’ve seen a number of comments coming in defense of the mother but I didn’t read the OP as a critique in the first place.

The caption is just a funny “rationalization” for the scenario we’re seeing.

I think it’s more just saying they’ll be completely unprepared to sustain themselves when their parents pass away.

A very particular example, so perhaps it’s somewhat famous or personal.

First reaction: fear.

Second: I chuckled. Because I thought of some VP-level enforcing this joke as SOP.

And then a little more fear, as a treat.

I’d believe them if they said they tested small- scale locally. Even good software/designs can implode when they get scaled up, and I doubt this was good design or software.

That’s what it seems. I try not to write everyone off immediately and gave them space to explain themself because some people’s brains are a mass of wet noodles that don’t do logic good.

I was more focused on the lips.

It’s kinda like saying housing would be a lot better if there were more forest rangers.

How is that at all the same?

Don’t worry. His services are not mandatory.

Gotta up the drone strikes to set a spectrum. More strikes is more serious.

Kill his whole family and then build my bunker for the “inevitable” apocalypse that I willfully helped to create!

But that reads like families in Israel and Palestine suffered equally. Clearly they did not.

Dat’s caked up heels

Potential partners don’t have to be rapists or murderers to be worth avoiding. They could have anti-social tendencies, explosive tempers, or violent reactions. Or, just be generally unpleasant. Like you.

I wouldn’t have discovered I’m not much a fan of you, if I hadn’t made an innocuous comment about not holding it against women if they do a single smoke test for bad actors. We might have otherwise been buddy-buddy, with years of casual friendship, before something else triggered this, or a similar, conversation. And then, months or years down the road, I’d have to grapple with whether the friendship is salvageable. Because I don’t think shrugging at women who have to play russian roulette for love is very cool.

But, as I said, I’m lucky. I can say we’re done here, right now.

It’s so on the nose, it almost feels like bait.

That is so utterly devoid of empathy that I have nothing left to say to you.

It might seem like a game to you but that’s someone’s life.

Do you have an alternative for how they should determine if a potential partner is a danger? Besides hiring a private detective or rolling the dice by finding out after they’re invested?

Oh! This is the guy who talked about what a shithead Fetterman was even before the stroke! I could never find it again but I remember his face.