It's from the best car commercial of all time

Lmao Invincible isn't an anime

I love how that article had plenty of other explanations for why a person might wear out their heel counter, but you jumped straight to him having deformed feet lol.

Wow, that's a really horrible and judgemental take.

Oh yeah. That one caught me off guard as a child. Did not expect to leave that theater crying. 9/10 movie though.

I used to cook literally every day of the week, but then I started clinical rotations and now I'm working 14-16 hour days 6-7 days a week. I've entirely stopped cooking for myself, even though it was previously my favorite hobby, because there's no fucking way I can fit it into my schedule anymore. Anyone who wants to call me lazy can go fuck themselves, and doubly so for anyone who argues it's my fault for paying exorbitant prices for delivery "because there are alternatives". I don't have the luxury of voting with my wallet and it honestly makes me made whenever I complain about unregulated prices and am told I should just not use the service and instead do X, Y, or Z option that isn't even close to practical for me.

Shrugging off extremist views as "just a political opinion" that should be ignored if you don't like it is like the #1 way to normalize and spread extremist views. You do not, and should not, politely ignore extremist. Doing so is explicitly allowing and inviting more into your community. Tankies can fuck off and I will continue to say so.

This is a long story, but one that fits this question perfectly, and one that I've been longing to tell. I really hope you read it.

I went to college without any idea of what career I was building towards. All I knew was that I liked science. While I originally thought I wanted to study chemistry, my chem 101 professor was horrible and I failed the class. Meanwhile I LOVED my bio 101 class, so I changed my major to biology. I still didn't know what to do with the degree, I just took the classes that sounded interesting and honestly really half assed my effort in them.

Every summer I would come home to my parents and work delivering pizzas because it's what would hire me. But after my junior year I decided I didn't want to do that anymore, so I went home for the summer with no job planned, and still no idea what I would do when I graduated the following year. My mom put her foot down and said that no adult son of hers would live under her roof without a job, so she reached out to people she knew and got me one.

I was put on a factory line for a cash register repair company. I was second in line. The first person would get a returned cash register and run some diagnostics to figure out if it had anything wrong electronically. Then he gave it to me. I would take out 8 screws, remove the plastic covering, and blow dust off with an air hose. Then I'd give it to the next person and the first guy would give me another cash register. Rinse and repeat. Eight hours a day, five days a week. That's it. That's the whole job. I've never been more miserable than when I held that job and it made made truly reflect on why I was in college and what I wanted out of life.

After about a month and a half working there, my cat came down with a bout of bloody diarrhea and I told my dad, saying he should take him to the vet. He told me that I was a grown man and needed to handle my own problems, so that Saturday I begrudgingly took my cat to the vet like the responsible adult I should have been. I arrived and was asked to wait as the doctor was behind on appointments, and I immediately noticed that the place seemed to be working on a skeleton crew. In the past I had thought briefly about applying to vet school after undergrad, but had written it off early in my college career because it seemed really hard and, at the time, I was content on coasting through school with minimal effort. But my factory job had put the fear of God into me over what would happen if I just kept coasting.

After a two hour wait I was finally seen by the doctor, and during the appointment I told him that I noticed they seemed under staffed and asked if they were hiring. It turns out they had just had someone quit unexpectedly the day before. I told them that I was most of the way through a biology degree and they asked if I could come in Monday for an interview, so I called out of work that next Monday. Even though I had no experience in veterinary medicine at all, they said they were willing to train me, so long as I was willing to put the effort in to learn. I went back to work at the factory on Tuesday and told them it was my last day, and I started my new job as a vet tech on Wednesday.

Immediately, I fell completely in love with the job. I worked the rest of the summer and they asked me to come back during my winter break. That job gave me a goal to strive for that I'd never had before, and with that motivation I went from a 2.4 cumulative GPA up to a 3.7 for both of my last two semesters. Unfortunately that effort was only enough to bring my overall GPA up to a 3.05, which is too low to really consider applying to vet school, so I went and completed a master's in biology the bridge the gap. I continued to work at that same clinic part time through grad school, where I graduated with a 4.2 GPA, and then full time for a few years more while I applied several cycles in a row. Ultimately, I worked there for 6 years before I finally got accepted, not just to veterinary school, but to my #1 choice at that.

Fast forward four more years to today where I'm now in my final year of veterinary school. I'm on clinical rotations actually getting to work hands on with real patients, applying everything that I've learned over the past three years of education, and I couldn't be happier. I'm only a few months away from internship applications opening up, and I'm already asking around for letters of recommendation so I can keep moving forward towards my even more recently found goal of becoming an orthopedic surgeon. And all this happened to me because one summer I decided I didn't want to deliver pizza.

He's not getting downvoted for presenting an interesting analysis of the Christian themes in the movie, he's getting downvoted for claiming the use of those themes makes the movie Christian propoganda.

You just use toilet paper to dry

That depends a lot on what your degree is and how well you sell it's relevance pst graduation.

She can afford to live in a castle, and she wants to live in a castle. There's no need to say she has to feel guilty because other people can't live in a castle. Unless you're the unluckiest person alive, there's always going to be people who aren't as fortunate than you. In her case it's easy to point a finger because it's a castle, but honestly where's the cutoff? Should she feel guilty if she had instead chosen to live in a less expensive but still large and nice house? What about if she lived in a modest one? She still has a house and those other people still don't. Should she feel guilty because she can afford fine dining while many people can't afford to eat? What if she chose to eat only fast food? There's still other people that can't afford to eat regardless of the quality of food she chooses.

I'm not going to pretend I know anything about how she uses her money outside of what's presented in this meme. She absolutely has the kind of wealth where it would be morally responsible of her to use some of it to help others less fortunate. Maybe she does that already, maybe not. I don't know.

If she doesn't then yeah, maybe there would be a reason for her to feel guilty; but even then I wouldn't say she for sure should. But for the sake of argument let's say she does regularly contribute to charities. Should she still feel guilty about living in a castle? She's already contributing, but she could contribute more if she didn't live in a castle. But that begs the question, how much should she have to contribute? If she still has enough money left over to live in luxury should she feel guilty? I'd argue not.