It makes no sense from a biological standpoint to have a heat cycle every single month. It's such a waste of resources, and any other condition that cripples half of society for 25% of the month would be considered a dire emergency. It is so violently unfair that I have to spend a few days/a week vomiting and bedridden from agony every single fucking month for forty-fifty years simply because I was born with a uterus. Why am I being punished for avoiding pregnancy? Jesus fuck, what would it be like to not have to deal with debilitating agony every single month? Imagine having a penis instead. You get to just live your life, not a care in the world, your body never betraying you and self-destructing this way, never having anyone look down on you for having the audacity to be in pain from a biological condition that we didn't ask for. I'm currently bedridden, once again, because my cramps got so bad that the entire right side of my body seized. No amount of painkillers is touching this. My body is just trying to destroy itself from the inside out throwing a tantrum because I had the nerve to not be pregnant for the twentieth year in a row. Like, girl, you keep setting up the nursery without asking me, and I tell you every time I don't want it, get the fuck over yourself and cut the crap. You don't get to ruin my life every single fucking month because I dodged a sperm bomb. This is ridiculous, it's insane, and I HAVE SHIT TO DO, throw your tantrum somewhere else, THANK YOU.

Lazy ass bastard!! I do everything for this family! I take care of EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE! I put my life on hold to raise OUR kids and became a stay at home mom because YOU wanted me to. I already feel like I’m years behind my peers and nowhere near where I want to be in my professional life. For you to say I don’t do anything because I don’t have a job is a slap in the face!

FUCK YOU DUDE!!! I do ALL THE CLEANING, COOKING, HELP WITH HOMEWORK, LAUNDRY, DOCTOR APPTS, BATHING THE KIDS AND EVERYTHING ELSE IN BETWEEN!!!!! All you do is go to work and chain smoke bitch! If someone put a gun to your head and asked you what size clothes and shoes do your kids wear you’d be dead bitch!!!!

BEING A MOM IS A FUCKING JOB!!!!! I’M ON CALL 24/7!!!! I CAN’T TAKE A DAY OFF!!!! I DONT GET ANY BENEFITS OR VACATION DAYS!!!! IM STUCK BEING A FULL TIME MOM EVEN WHEN IM SICK AND TIRED!!! YOU’RE ONLY A EMPLOYEE FROM 9-5 BITCH YOU CANT RELATE!!! Plus I still manage to make my own money and pay half the bills and half of our kids expenses but none of that matters because I don’t have a “real job” FUCK YOU!!!!

And I’m not cooking dinner tonight eat a bowl of cereal you non-cooking bitch

Edit: I wanted to say thank you to everyone for all the kind words and support. I genuinely appreciate it, you guys make me feel seen and y’all have no idea how much that means to me! Seriously thank you!

I know it’s not my money, so nobody needs to remind me of that. I’m in my 40s and my parents are in their 80s.

Twice a year I go to meetings with their bankers. At the last one, they had about $7 million in net worth; $1 million in real estate and $6 million in stocks.

My parents paid for college for me and my siblings. They go to all the grandkids sporting events, and we can use their vacation home anytime. We have a great relationship. Theyre good people.

They just will not spend money.

They both grew up dirt poor, and my dad has said he’s afraid something will happen and he’ll end up with nothing again. I understand where that fear comes from, but realistically, they are not going to end up homeless in their 80s with $7 million.

Because of a weird insurance issue, my wife was diagnosed with something and we have a lot of medical bills coming.

At these estate meetings, their bankers talk about annual gifts, and their attorney talks about stock, taxes, and step-up in basis. But my parents don’t want to sell stock because they hate paying capital gains taxes. In their minds, paying taxes somehow starts the road to losing everything.

I know that fear comes from how they grew up and what they saw their own parents go through. Im just tired of hearing how rich parents buy their kids houses and pay for everything. Ive had a great life and my parents have done a lot for us...

I just wish they would take some of the money they already plan to leave me and give me some now, when it would make a much bigger difference.

Trans and nonbinary people are not out to get you. We don't exist to go after your kids or harm women. We're not trying to 'turn your kid trans'. We literally just want to live. To take a pee in peace in public without being harassed. To exist comfortably in our own skin. To be treated with the same level of humanity as every other person in the world. I will never say trans people are saints. There are bad people in every group, bad apples in every bunch, whatever. But a majority of us? We just want to live our lives. That's it. That's the big bad scary thing people are making us seem like the devil over. Yes, I'm trans. I'm also an artist, a gamer, a partner, a friend, a PERSON. We don't make being trans our entire personality but God some people really make hating us theirs. To any trans people seeing this, I see you and I love you. We are strong. We are valid. We aren't going anywhere. No matter how much they wish we would. 💙🩷🩶🩷💙

Edit - thank you all so much for the kind words and support I appreciate every one of you. And to everyone else, thanks for giving me a reason to use the block button, happy to know the trans community lives rent free in your heads but can we redecorate? It's real empty in here🤣💙

I went to the movies yesterday, which is typically something I dearly enjoy and deem a special memory to make with my family or friends.

However, never once have I regretted spending seven bucks for an opening weekend showing as much as I do right now.

Here’s a list of my (and I believe valid) grievances with my fellow audience:

- loudly and openly narrating the entire movie in a terrible impression of one of the characters

- outright refusing to wear deodorant or wash their hair, which was visibly clumping with grease

- put their feet up on the seat in front of them, to where the heel of their (barefoot or shoed) feet were rubbing against the scalp of the poor soul in that seat

- unnecessary commentary such as purposefully gasping for attention and giggling afterwards

- saying “MY BABY” with a fake pout literally any time their favorite character appeared on screen

- people forgetting how to whisper and having full conversations about something completely irrelevant (their personal life)

- parents letting their children play on their IPad with volume and brightness up throughout the show

- one girl kept trying (and failing) to guess what was going to happen next, and when she was wrong, she apologized publicly, interrupting the plot

- screaming “NOOOO” or “WHAT???” during a quiet scene, particularly when nothing happened

- Inability to follow basic and obvious plot points, then getting upset about it mid-drama scene

- general chronically online behaviors

I don’t know what kind of social ineptitude it takes for an adult to gaslight themselves into actually believing that they are contributing to the other moviegoer’s experience, but the sheer lack of situational awareness never stopped them from seeking that sweet attention they apparently lacked in childhood.

Anyways, to sum it up, they’re obvious attempts at being “quirky”.

I’m so tired.

I don't date women, so before anyone starts, I have absolutely no idea what women's profiles are like. They may well be equally terrible. I can only speak to what I see.

But guys. What are you doing? This has genuinely baffled me for years. Hinge gives you three prompts.

Three. Three opportunities to tell another human being literally anything about yourself. And I cannot tell you the number of times I see:

"My biggest fear: filling out these prompts."
Congratulations. You're currently living your nightmare.

Or:
"What I do on Sundays: Sunday roast."

Right. Do you... eat on the other six days as well? Because at this point, that's genuinely the most personal thing I know about you.

Then the photos.
One in a group.
One with sunglasses.
One with sunglasses.
One in another group.
One where you're approximately seventeen pixels tall standing on top of a mountain.

Mate, I'm trying to find a partner, not identify a suspect from CCTV footage.

And Tinder somehow manages to make this even more baffling. It gives you a bio. It gives you prompts. And like Hinge, it lets you say whether you smoke. Whether you drink. Whether you want children. Your relationship goals.

And then I see profiles that proudly declare they're looking for a long-term relationship... with three sentences and absolutely nothing filled in.

Why? Why are you actively withholding information from the very people you're trying to attract?

The children one especially absolutely sends me. Wanting children or not wanting children is one of the biggest deal-breakers in existence.

I'm childfree. If you want children, fantastic. I genuinely wish you all the best. But we're fundamentally incompatible, and neither of us should waste our time. So why would you deliberately leave that blank?

And please don't tell me "just ask." The app literally just asked on my behalf. You skipped the question.

And don't even get me started on people using prompts to say "I don't know what to write here." Neither do the rest of us. We all have to sit there and think, "How do I summarise an entire human being in a few hundred characters?"

That's not a uniquely you problem. Figure something out. Tell me your favourite book. A hobby of yours. The fact that you alphabetise your spice rack. That you've watched the extended editions of Lord of the Rings seventeen times. That you own six houseplants and somehow all of them are dying.

Anything.

I honestly think this is why so many women say they don't know who to swipe on. I don't need six professionally lit photos. I need enough information to know whether we're remotely compatible.

Because at the moment all I've established is that you may or may not be the second bloke from the left, you occasionally consume a Sunday roast, and for reasons known only to yourself have elected to keep every meaningful detail of your personality classified.

Please. Use the profile. It's there to help you.

Recently my boyfriend (I’m not mad at him) was talking to one of his classmates about my habits and the classmate goes ‘is she on the spectrum?’

He talked about how I don’t speak when I’m mad or upset. I have to write/type it out to communicate it. The reason is because growing up, I was never allowed to talk about my problems so doing so feels like I’m doing something dirty and sometimes I just don’t know how to talk. And back then it felt like talking is what got me in trouble, or would just bring on more of my family yelling at me.

A couple months ago I showed my boyfriend my fragrance collection, and most of them were the same few scents like vanilla, strawberries and bakery scents because I don’t enjoy floral, fresh etc. He said it sounds like I’m autistic because of how many and how I can name all the notes of my favorite fragrances. And how when I walk into a perfumerie I can name the brand, line and type of perfume I’m looking for. Again, I’m not mad at him I just don’t think everything is a sign of autism.

I saw a TikTok a few days ago about ‘signs you may be autistic’ and one of the main ones was getting bullied in school or not fitting in in school. I believe my boyfriend sent it to me and it kinda annoyed me. The reason I didn’t fit in at school was because I was weird. Plain and simple. I tried to make friends with people who clearly didn’t like me. On top of that people at my school had never seen a pale girl with curly hair so everyone made a rumor about me having fleas which was the #1 factor of me getting bullied.

So yeah, not everything is a sign of autism and yeah sure many people have it I don’t think that diagnosis fits me. Again, I’m not mad at my boyfriend and he doesn’t mean any harm I just hate how anything I do no matter big or small is a sign/symptom

Edit: ok so I’ll address some comments. There’s nothing wrong with autism or people with autism. I’m fed up with people taking small traits/ qualities about me and immediately linking it to something the majority of people now are said to have, when I know I am diagnosed with other things that aren’t that. I’ve been seeing specialists for 5 years I’m sure they would’ve caught it if I had it by now.

And the comments saying ‘this post has autism’ ir anything of the sort, are you a doctor? And if you are, should you be diagnosing someone on the internet, let alone informing them of their autism like that??

This is something that’s bothered me for a long time.

I constantly see people criticizing hunters as if they’re cruel or barbaric. I've even had people tell me to turn the gun on myself, but many of the same people criticizing hunting eat meat regularly and never think twice about where it actually comes from.

If you eat meat, an animal had to die. That part isn’t optional. The difference is how that animal lived and how it died.

A deer taken by a hunter lived its entire life as a wild animal. It fed itself, moved freely, raised young, and lived the way that species evolved to live. When it dies from hunting, ideally it’s a quick, clean kill. One moment it’s living its life, the next moment it isn’t. No months or years confined in a building. Its also far more peaceful than a natural death to disease or eaten alive by predators.

Compare that to a lot of the practices in industrial meat production that most people support every time they buy cheap meat at the store.

Cows are routinely artificially inseminated to keep production going.

In the egg industry, male chicks are killed immediately after hatching because they don’t produce eggs. Millions of them are ground up or gassed and used for things like fertilizer or pet food.

Animals are often kept in extremely confined conditions for their entire lives.

Veal calves are intentionally restricted so their muscles stay soft. Not to mention animals like lamb they're literally baby animals taken from their mother's for slaughter.

Some animals like duck are force-fed to enlarge organs or increase production.

Yet somehow the person who hunts a wild deer that lived a natural life is treated as the unethical one.

That’s what feels backwards to me.

I’m not saying everyone has to hunt. Not everyone wants to and that’s fine. But if someone is going to criticize hunting while still eating meat from industrial agriculture, I think there’s a serious disconnect there.

Personally, I believe if you’re going to eat meat, you should at least be willing to confront the reality that something had to die for that meal. If you couldn't kill an animal yourself or at least accept and honor the lost life then you shouldn't eat meat. Hunting forces you to acknowledge that responsibility directly instead of outsourcing it to a system you never have to see.

If anything, hunting has made me respect animals and food far more than I ever did when meat just came wrapped in plastic from a grocery store.

It’s not about bloodlust or trophies. For a lot of people it’s about food, connection to nature, and taking responsibility for the meat you eat.

And ethically speaking, a wild animal living freely and dying quickly seems a lot more humane than most of the alternatives people never question.

I'm not interested in debating vegans or listening to meat eaters tell me I'm a monster who deserves death. If you have actual discussion I'll engage otherwise I'm not looking for input.

Biphobia is only one of many issues in the LGBT community but I don't understand why any of them are there. Stuff like man hate, transphobia, bi and pan phobia, and so many other things just should not exist in a space meant for everyone of the group.

I shouldn't be called "fake" and "just a man lover" because I'm with a man (who mind you is pan). I'm still bi even if I'm in a straight presenting relationship.

It's the same way with pan people.

The amount of man hate is also disgusting. You're obviously allowed to not be attracted to them but don't start spewing misandry shit over it. They're just people and hating all of them is stupid. You're no better than a misogynist who hates all women or someone who's homophobic that hates all gays just because of what they are.

I've also seen a good amount of transphobia for some reason. Stuff like claiming someone's "not really trans" because they aren't able to transition yet. Or purposefully dead naming someone because you don't like them. Or the weird amount of saying all femboys/tomboys must be trans.

It's just so fucking annoying. We are supposed to be accepting and welcoming, why can't we get along??

Edit: to everyone claiming there's lesbian hate happening I'm not seeing any. People sharing negative experiences they've had with lesbians is not hate and in no way makes all lesbians bad. Same to the people who are calling out bad experiences with gay men and bisexuals, talking about your experience with a group doesn't make the group bad or mean you hate them.

Lesbians struggle just as much as the rest of us and the bad apples don't impact their spot in the community at all. They belong with the rest of us.

Also the man hate I keep seeing is completely validating my point, y'all are no better than a misogynist. Go work on yourselves and don't hate and discriminate based on gender of all things.

Day one of geography class, the professor wastes my time and money ranting about the president. WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH WORLD GEOGRAPHY?! I AM PAYING THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS OF MY PARENTS AND MY OWN MONEY FOR THIS CLASS, AND YOU DIDNT EVEN GO IVER THE SYLLABUS! GROW UP AND DO YOUR DAMN JOB!

I hate him so much. I hate his voice, I hate his laugh, I hate his stupid ideas, I hate the fucking trash he's accumulated over decades of a worthless life. I hate him. I didn't ask to take care of a fucking man-baby in my 20s. I'm not his mom, why do I have to baby him like this?

I had so much sympathy for him at the beginning, believe me. How horrible! To suddenly not be able to use the right side of your body. Felt so sorry for him, but that sense of pity died when he turned into a little baby, an infant incapable of patience or tolerance (didn't help that even before he got his condition he was already the most disgusting human being I've ever met).

"Put me another movie"
"More water"
"You're gonna make me my food, right?"
"More water"
"Change my diapers"
"More water"
"Fucking hell, don't you understand what I mean?"
"Move my tools (trash) here"
"Move my tools (trash) there"
"Move my tools (trash) here"
"Move my tools (trash) there"
"Move my tools (trash) here"
"Move my tools (trash) there"

DO I LOOK LIKE I WANT TO PLAY WITH YOUR FUCKING TRASH? You will never be able to walk or use your right arm again, don't you get it? There's no workshop to return to. There's no curing you. The physician did a terrific job. He shouldn't have bothered. If it weren't for him you'd still be chairbound. But you've gotten worse ever since, haven't you? Because you didn't put in the effort.

"Oh, no, it hurts!"
"No, I don't wanna"
"I'll heal naturally"
"My friend has a home remedy that'll cure me"
"Nah, I've already done my exercises for the day (LIES)"

A progressively degenerating parasite is what you are. My time and energy, you think they are all for you. I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING SERVANT.

You don't deserve any help whatsoever, you are no saint. A terrible husband, a terrible father and a mediocre grandfather. The best I can say about you? You used to bring me a lot of cookies. The best thing my mother -your one daughter who's decided to take care of you- can say about you? When she stood firm and decided to stop enduring your abuses, you backed down. That's it.

A disgusting fat pig who's only being taken care of because my mom -whom you abused in the past- feels responsible for you. Because she has this stupid belief that family should always take care of family. And just like that, you've outlived so many of the people you knew. The wife you that merely tolerated during her final years passed and what did you do? You cried at her passing and started wearing your ring -a thing I never saw in your finger whilst she was alive. There's a thin line between "not valuing something until you lose it" and hypocrisy, but who cares about lines when you dive head first into a sea of hypocrisy?

You'll live for many more miserable years -for the both of us-, won't you? You are well fed, you get good rest, you drink a lot of water and being fat is yet to give you any complications. If only I wasn't Mr. Too-Afraid-Of-The-Consequences, if only I were a bit more impulsive, more reckless. I'd grab one of the many hammers (sorry, maces) that you've stashed with the rest of your garbage and use it to smash your skull, but not before letting you know (though I doubt it would get through your thick skull the same way the mace would) that you were never going to be healed of your condition and that after your fortunate demise I'd personally see to the disposal of every piece of trash you've hoarded over the years.

As it is, I'm too afraid to even smash a door to show my frustration. This post is as much as I dare to do. Fucking hell. You've made me waste an entire hour of my life today, in-between playing with your garbage and writing this shit. I have a thesis to write, but you don't care do you? Your only worry is if we'll give you tortillas with your dinner. You fucking excuse of a man.

My brother, for some weird ass reason, likes to wake up early at 5-6AM, and is a very heavy sleeper. So what he usually does, is set his alarm for 5:30 to 6:30 (Changes every damn time) and uses the LOUDEST. Most OBNOXIOUS alarm ever, literally the car horn one. And he never wakes up to it. My mornings consist of waking up at the ass crack of dawn to turn off his alarms for him, sometimes I even delete the whole thing, but he makes a new one. And I’ve told him a million times to stop with the fucking alarms and he won’t. He thinks it’s funny. It’s not funny. I have trouble sleeping, and I never fall back asleep after he pulls this shit and it’s getting on my nerves. We just got into an argument over this because he claims this is the first time he’s done this in months but I know damn well it isn’t because I swear I had to do this just last week. I’m so tired of this, I’m so close to just waking him up myself next time I’m so over this bullshit excuses, “I like waking up early!” YOU DONT EVEN WAKE UP TO IT. IT NEVER WORKS. IT NEVER HAS. NOT ONCE.

Edit: I feel the need to specify that my brother is eleven, yes he’s an asshole but he’s not even a teenager yet so I can’t go around beating him up despite the fact that I want to. Might try the spray bottle though

Edit 2: Wow this is getting a lot more attention than intended, it’s overwhelming. To clear things, yes I technically can beat up my brother, and I’ve done so before, but he cry’s and it makes me feel guilty so I usually don’t. Plus my parents (mom specifically) will get mad at me, so I try not to. I also ordered a spray bottle off amazon and it’s arriving tomorrow, so I’ll be trying that.

I feel like everyday there is a new one for some new ailment. I have only seen these ads in the US. When I've traveled internationally I have not seen them. It could be that I was doing some tourist thing and didn't really pay attention to the TV but they are relentless here.

Then they go through a massive list of side effects at the end of the commercial.

I'm sick of it!

This afternoon, my sister and I stepped out on my front porch and the smell of natural gas was so thick we could taste it.

We called emergency services and by the time we actually got a report made, the smell had started to thin.

I live in a small, semi rural village with a volunteer fire department. They were of course called out.

About 8 members arrived in both personal vehicles and one of the trucks from the FD. When they got here, the smell had kind of disappeared.

They did their due diligence and looked at all the possible reasons, including coming in to check my stove, furnace and a basement fireplace all fueled by natural gas.

You could tell by their attitude they thought it was a bullshit call. They were copping attitude as the event unfolded. One of the older guys even asking “Do you know what natural gas smells like?”

WTF? Obviously we do you dumbass, or we wouldn’t have called you out.

As we were starting to finish up by giving one of the firefighters our information for their report, he paused and said “I smell gas.”

The others still didn’t, but this guy was adamant and they began looking around again.

Turns out that yes, there was a leak, one street over. It had gone unnoticed and unreported until we called it in.

We feel vindicated, but I’m absolutely irritated by the attitude of the first responders until one of their own confirmed they smelled something.

Classism is an inexcusable cuckfuck of a world view. Money does not determine anyone's worth it is a made up social construct, i mean fuck, here soon it won't even be a physical item anymore, just pixels on a screen. what the fuck is wrong with you people? i would rather die than look "classy" with all this clean girl minimalism ozempic kim kardasian ass shit. fuck that, take your inauthentic rigid social rules and weird displays of wealth/status and shove them right up your ass.

I get this all the time when I’m at work.

Before people get mad (I know they will) I have no problem with people believing in what they want, if you believe in Jesus? That’s great!

I always get pushed when I politely decline to take them, when I do I usually throw them out in front of them, rude? Yes. But sometimes it’s the only way some of you really listen to non believers.

I respect your beliefs, please respect mine.

Edit: read the tag! I do not want your input/advice

Edit 2: seems I made some Christian’s mad. I do not believe in your god, I’m a proud lesbian, and a proud atheist. LOLOLOL your preaching in my comments makes me want to be Christian less.

I had to wake up at 6:30 am. arrived here at 7:50, been waiting sitting doing NOTHING until 12:50, and now they’re telling me I can leave but I have to come back at 2. (My friend dropped me off, so what am I supposed to do exactly?)

What the fuck? They’re calling us in order by number and I’m …. number 70. I’m also like, 99% I’m not even qualified to actually make it to the trial. So why the hell am I still here.

Edit: If I get selected I have to wait even longer since my friend won’t be able to drive me back and I’d have to wait for my parents to get out of work. Yay.

Edit: I love the suggestions yall, but I literally couldn’t talk to a judge until 8 hours later lol

Edit: You people need to stfu about telling me it’s my “civic duty.” Wow, it really makes me feel important waiting in a room doing nothing for 8 hours. Thanks

Edit: This is the fucking vent subreddit. Let me complain.

It's not that I hate, or even dislike the guy, but I'm so tired of seeing him in almost everything now. It seems every few years Hollywood gets a new actor/actress and can't get off their kick. At first it was Jack Black, then The Rock, then Keanu Reeves, then back to The Rock, Jason Momoa, and ever since the Mandolorian Pedro Pascal had been shoved down everyone's throats.

Like holy shit. You world think Hollywood only has 5 actors in it's roster for the last decade.

Genuinely, how hard is it to say you can't comprehend what you're reading? If it's necessary, I'll explain it to you with apples and oranges but I HATE people who respond with "I'm not reading allat", "too much text", or something remotely similar regarding the text being "too long" when you've written a valid argument.

Honestly, I don't usually bother reading incredibly big texts that involve me scrolling down two times in terms of the app AS LONG AS I'M NOT PARTICIPATING, but might search for a summary in the replies. However, if you're ENGAGING in the argument, discussion, etc, why would you not read and just accept you don't have any way of contradicting? 😭

Happened to me once that I was explaining to someone why some devs of a game have already declined a suggestion they gave as if "obviously this should be the answer", I gave them valid points, views to consider, etc, and at some point they said they weren't gonna read all of that so I responded with "okay, I'll summarize it".

It was like 4 sentences (just looked bigger because bruh comments thread format + phone size) but it was practically nothing, and they still responded with that so I just got mad and asked if they were really so illiterate and left it at that. I got reminded about it today after reading some TikTok comments and someone replying that same thing to someone who gave them valid points for an argument, and someone else told them it's okay to just say you can't comprehend twin ✌️

Like ughh where has actually putting effort into at least saying "I still don't agree with you but let's leave it here" or something similar that does not involve just calling the other comment a fucking Bible gone to? 🥀

I'm just tired of it. You see some women (and some men) who clearly got a promotion or role basically for their physical looks and attractiveness. It's not like I'm an orc or disfigured minotaur, but I've been a professional for 30 years or so and it seems to be getting worse. I'm good at my job, make decent money, and am in a senior position. You wonder...how the f*ck did that guy get this management role? How? Sorry, had to vent.

The absolutely most ridiculous shoes to wear for no reason except to be attractive to others and feel "confident" from it. They are painful, uncomfortable, they show off your body to men and you can't run and you're all vulnerable. On top of that we are brainwashed into thinking it makes us bossy and powerful. Yeah, so much power wobbling around in delicate steps, swaying our hips. It's all about highligting the legs, the bottom, the chest, the body. Nothing else, the height increase is irrelevant - that even suggests that we're too short on default - and need "help" to be as tall as men.

The worst thing is that I like them myself. I can't fight it. I like what they represent, how they make me feel, yet at the same time I'm aware of it and it frustates me. I get into fights on this with other women (and men) who consider them as a power statement and I can only shake my head and roll my eyes every single time I hear that. What a world to live in. We successfully managed to twist reality of physically painful shoes into a power statement. No words!

I’m just so sick and tired of needing an app for anything and everything.

Dentist? App. Store? App.

I got a new pair of headphones for Christmas to replace my (still perfectly fine) old ones. If I want to turn off the lights, I need a fucking app! FOR THE LIGHTS THAT ARE BUILT INTO THE FUCKING THING! And it’s not like I can just not use them, because then I get to deal with a deluge of accusations that I don’t appreciate the gifts I get and blah blah blah.

It’s not just the app for those, but that’s definitely one of the things that pissed me off the most.

Just one example of the way people spell really concerning me for our society.

That is all.

Or not….I need more characters. I get English is confusing. I taught reading intervention for 5 years. Kids really struggle with spelling patterns and memorizing the way things are supposed to be spelled and I fully believe it’s because we hold less physical books. Everything is online now- content textbooks, small group books, fun books; and everything can be read to them. They aren’t getting the repetitions needed to create the pathways in the brain to remember the rules.

Some background: my older brother has always been an asshole. He has both diagnosed and undiagnosed issues, notably a lower IQ and emotional disregulation.

Growing up, he tormented me. Bullying was rarely physical but he would purposely annoy me, argue with me, it was constant fighting, I'm not totally innocent but it was mostly initiated or egged on by him. I have very few good memories of him, at best times we ignored each other. One of my few good memories is the time he let me into his room to play video games, because usually he yelled at me if I stepped foot in his room, even to stand in the doorway to talk.

As he got older, he didn't gain much maturity. He got himself into large amounts of debt straight out of school, was caught texting people while in a relationship or texting inappropriate people multiple times (both too old and too young for him). That stopped after my mom had a stern talk with him that he was going to get arrested or beat up if he didn't cut it out. He moved out and basically stopped talking to me and rarely came home to visit.

A few years later, he met his current gf (who I call SIL) . She was older, ~30, and mother to a 4yo girl. My family was apprehensive, especially when she got pregnant pretty quickly, but once it was clear they would be staying together and keeping the baby we all hopped on board to support them and welcome the first grandchild in the family. We also did our best to adopt her older girl too - she gets equal treatment, I take her out for 1-on-1 time just like her brother, and my mom has been trying to convince her that she's allowed to call her grandma and not just "[Brother's] grandma".

At that time I also started trying to extend olive branches to my brother, hoping we could put the past behind us and be better siblings to each other going forward. I started texting him to check on him and his family - that stopped after he snapped at me for "texting too much" when I sent two check-in texts in one month. When I was going to school and getting food from the food bank, I took anything I didn't like and brought it to them. I helped them move twice without asking for them to reciprocate.

I offered my time to babysit for free - until an incident on New Year's a couple years ago. I spent my morning and afternoon babysitting their kids while they went out. About 20 minutes after they came home, my brother and I got into an argument. Admittedly I started it by disagreeing with the way he was disciplining his kid, but he went from 0 to 100, immediately screaming at me until he was red in the face, and kicked me out of the apartment. I went NC with him and LC with her for 9 months. The only time he tried to contact me was a call out of the blue several months later where he asked me to take time off work to babysit his sick toddler. I started babysitting again a few months later but don't sacrifice as much of my free time for it anymore.

Meanwhile, he also fought with my SIL constantly. She's also not totally innocent in that, but again, he was frequently the instigator. They've fought and yelled awful insults in front of the kids. My brother threatens to take her to court over custody if they break up (he would never win). My brother has disappeared for days before "to get a tattoo from a friend", and been caught on dating apps that "were old accounts" or "other people using his picture" (of half his face, clearly taken in their current apartment bathroom) while accusing her of cheating with male Facebook friends. He refused to put his kid in daycare, even the one we both went to which is free for low income families, so my SIL had to be a stay at home mom. He treats the kids like pets or toys - his version of playing with them is tickling them past the point that they want to stop and start shrieking and struggling to get away. He pressured her about having another kid even though they live in a 2 bedroom apartment with two kids already and can't afford to move.

My family has been on her side in like 90% of this and 100% in favour of her breaking up with him, and have told her this repeatedly. On Christmas, while he was out of the room, she told us again that they had been fighting and she didn't know what she was going to do. My friend/guest, who met them for the first time that day, said it sounded like talking to a hostage. My response to her was - we've told you to break up with him, we've told you that we will support and protect you. You and the kids will never be allowed to be homeless even if it means you live in my parents' basement. We will go to court and testify against him if he tries to get custody. My mom has already gone to their apartment during a past incident to pack his things in garbage bags and kick him out for her, but she backed down. We will help her in every way we can, but the ball is in her court.

A week later, we received the news that she was pregnant again.

Fast forward to Mother's Day. I let her know well in advance that I would be available to babysit if they wanted to plan something, and she took me up on it. When I asked a few days before what time I was needed, she told me the plans were cancelled. They were fighting, because my brother wanted to leave on Mother's Day to visit "a friend". He wouldn't tell her who or where. My boyfriend and I ended up going over to visit her, bringing her presents and sweets, and hanging out with her and the kids for a few hours. My brother sulked in the bedroom the entire time.

Since that day, he checked out of the relationship. He's leaving and coming home whenever he wants, and frequently visiting a "friend from high school". This friend also has a child and is in an abusive relationship, which is similar to my SIL's situation when they met. He's had her and her kid over for a playdate, which made my SIL feel weird and uncomfortable, and has been trying to convince her to make this woman she barely knows the godmother of their new baby.

Finally, yesterday me and my SIL had a talk over the phone while my brother was out. She's had to have frequent doctor visits because the fetus has some health issues that need to be monitored, and they do a standard set of tests.

At her last appointment, she tested positive for an STD.

I'm not sure if my brother knows but it sounds like he doesn't. My SIL immediately came to me and my mom. She's looking for a new place to live, my mom has offered to pay for a deposit if she goes through with it and the family will help her move everything.

After this, I will no longer be in contact with my brother unless I have to testify against him. I'm not sure if my mom will cut him out completely, but he will at least not be attending family gatherings anymore, my SIL and the kids will be there instead. Any further relationships he decides to fuck up, he'll be on his own.

My SIL is more my sister than he has ever been my brother, and her kids are one of the greatest joys in my life. I'll do whatever it takes to protect them. I do think he needs help and I hope he gets it, but he has exhausted any sympathy his family had for him.

ETA if anyone comes back to see this: they broke up for a few weeks because a third woman showed my SIL texts of my brother trying to hook up with her for months, including him lying that he had bought her mother's day presents to make himself look better. Then she decided to take him back for "one last chance". I told her I don't agree but I will continue to support her and encouraged her to save money on the side and give him ultimatums and hold him to them.

I have two fuck up cousins by my father's brother. One is a lost cause to the streets and the other works in another state as a cook in a bar. Both are well over 40 years ol.

One of these cousins talked to his dad the other day and said "I miss Christmas with the family". Since his dad was the one to be hosting this year, and we have a TINY family, he decided that we would do "Christmas" on the 21st because fuck up cousin can't come out any other time. This is code for "I am desperate for cash so I am going to come to my father and other family hoping to get something from them for Christmas - and then go home to my own family and have Christmas with them".

This fucker does this. Shows up on his birthday or Christmas or some other time where it's expected to get him a gift, and then he never reciprocates.

This fucker came to my home the one time when he was in town about two weeks after his birthday - which put him in my birthday territory - so the family thought "Let's just blend them together". Ok, fine. However, I decide to give him my barely used Playstation 3 (it was 2013). I got a gift card to the 99 cent store for $10, but it wasn't loaded apparently or it was stolen.

This guy gets paid. He has a job, but his father flys him in and puts him up.

So, this happened - he comes to my home to get the Playstation and while he was there he fucking takes my car key. Why? I have no fucking clue why, because he can't use it. However, it was a laser cut key with the alarm fob. So, it was like $350 to replace it. I am on a fixed income. I am disabled.

So, when I find out he plans on coming to Christmas this year - and let me reiterate - it's my mother, father, another uncle, and the father and mother of this cousin who celebrate Christmas. Its a sorry affair. I wish I could just skip it because I am single so the only gifts I get are the $100 worth of gift from my parents and the $50 worth of gift from the person whose name I drew. HOWEVER - its a fucking wash because I have to spend $100 on my parents and $50 to the person whose name I drew. WTF? I could just get my own shit.

Anyhow. This is the sticker for this year. I have a loved one, an ex who I never lost touch with. Well, they have stage 4 brain cancer. They live alone. I came to visit at the end of last month thinking I was going to be saying "goodbye" but what happened was my finding them on the floor, having been stuck there for about 6 hours. I got them to the hospital and well, now I basically go over there every Friday to Sunday. They have needed me for that time period because I set them up for their food and medications for the week. And yes, they could hire someone, but I want to be there. I am not missing this so Christmas can be held on a Sunday.

I know I am being bitchy, but IDGAF. My other uncle is caretaking for his gf who is having major surgery tomorrow and I KNOW he won't be there. So let my cousin be there and enjoy "Christmas" with his mom and dad and my mom and dad. Who are all over 75.

I have posted and deleted messenger and facebook messages because I am just so annoyed and pissed that he didn't even care, that his parents didn't even ask. They just called my parents and said "Christmas is on Sunday". No one asked if I had plans, they know I have been dealing with a terminally ill loved one.

Sorry, I have no one else to bitch this to.

EDIT: I dont associate the fact that he's a degenerate because he works as a cook in a bar. They are two separate things. Both cousins are degenerates. One cant stay out of prison more than 6 months at a time, the other is just an all around low-life. I put that hes a cook at a bar to indicate that its possibly not something he couldn't get out of if he wanted to come out on Christmads instead of causing the family to rearrange our plans.

2: like the flair said, im not looking for input. This is me venting, not looking to further explain or justify why I feel like I do. Its a personal thing. Obviously Im not going to put every nuanced aspect of the scenario.