i think i’m going to be straight now can a girl come on this post so i can practice i want to try to be straight today
i need a girl to come on to this post i need to try something
ok. im come over.
heyyyy lol 😛 sooooooo *leans against the wall in a way that’s way way way way too close and you can smell my deer attractant and axe body spray combo* ummmm *blushes* *goes red*
ok. whatever. *looks away from you, hornily*
*i panic and rip your face off*
ummm…. ok… kind of weird… you are such a weird guy lol…. kind of funny tho… lol… can we kiss now. *i am unperturbed and my face is growing back slowly because i am immortal*
OOC: Godmodding. This is why i never RP with women
OOC: Typical misogyny. And of course the mod team does nothing. This is why rpworld.zetaforums.net is failing. I’ll be taking me - and my FOURTY-SEVEN active RP threads - to roleplaydream.invisionfree.com. Thanks for nothing.
OOC: Have fun getting anyone to play with your shitty mary sue. Go back to fanfic
What the fuck did I just read? As a role player and a non-straight woman… I think I need a drink after reading this. You are BOTH terrible role players, and neither of you are worthy of a good plot.
*crawls towards you on all fours submissively hoping you don’t hurt me*
goose sweater!!! after working on it for a month it is Done i will live and die in this sweater
(ID: A cozy sweater, with sections of various patterns of pink hearts, pink flowers, blue and white checkered squares, and blue and pink triangles, with green stripes, a crew-neck collar, and several white geese with pink flowers in front of brown fences in the center. /End ID)
Trapezia is a genus of guard crabs in the family Trapeziidae. Like other members of this family, they live in association with corals, feeding on coral tissue and mucus, and defending the corals from predators, like starfish
Text: A bullet-pointed list reading “Crystal Pepsi, Watermelon Oreos, Frito-Lay Lemonade, Coors Rocky Mountain Sparkling Water, Colgate Kitchen Entrees, Cheetos Lip Balm, Jimmy Dean Chocolate Chip Pancake-Wrapped Sausage, Clairol’s Touch of Yogurt Shampoo.”
These are all real products, but the list does read almost exactly like one of those “I fed a million junk food marketing campaigns into an AI and it spat these out” posts. Putting “Touch of Yogurt Shampoo” at the end was genius.
The article it comes from is super interesting – it’s about “harbinger” consumers, people who habitually purchase goods that are destined for failure. They found that not only are there specific people whose purchasing habits repeat this trend over and over, but they tend to cluster in specific zip codes.
They have several explanations for these buying habits. Poverty pops up early on since often “flop” products are deeply discounted, but they also found consumers who simply had different “niche” tastes, people who like to try weird things, and people who maybe didn’t realize they were living in the Failed Product version of Stepford – my favorite quote was the example “Everyone in my town used to eat Colgate dinner entrees. It wasn’t until I later moved that I realized that was kind of strange.”
From a marketing standpoint it’s interesting, because you can trial new products in these zip codes as well as in your regular test markets and compare the data. But also in a larger, less craven social sense, it means that we’re now basically capable of identifying social outliers by their purchasing patterns, which has some potentially troubling implications.
im just crying while scrolling through the mfa’s digitized 18th century drawings which include a really soft and loving drawing of a baby snoozing thats titled “the artist’s daughter” thats just radiating love, and also some very weird German birth certificates from a town in Pennsylvania that a man in 1771 painted mermaids and flowers and lions on
there’s just something about these acts of love through art, man… they’re really getting me tonight.
i can’t explain specifically what about this drawing is making me so emotional, im just having a moment thinking about the fact that this man was another living breathing human like me and 250-ish years ago in france, he sat drawing his tiny baby while she slept, and he is communicating that to me across centuries and an ocean with this image he made, and I can feel the love in my heart that he felt right then.
