Some men who don’t reject gender roles kill themselves.
I pre-emptively addressed this.
“Traditional men commit suicide, weren’t you listening?” Causation or correlation?
I don’t get a sense that you have an idea in your head, you’re just disagreeing with me for it’s own sake. So my five minutes is up, I’m not paying for the full half hour.
You know that CD collection you posted, where the guy in the bottom right is hanging off the side holding onto a rope?
Do that, but hold on with your neck.
Calling me a chatbot is fucked, fuck off. I hate the future. Maybe you’re the fucking bot.
I mean yeah, I saw the Hank Green video from a couple days ago or something where he was on bluesky and ended up realizing he was talking to a disagree bot, and that’s got this air of awful dead internet dystopia to it. But to be accused of being one, myself? Fuck you.
This is a case where I’m going to do brain surgery with a backhoe. Disagree bots are now a thing that exist on the internet. So if I find myself arguing with someone who doesn’t seem to have an actual idea they’re arguing for they’re just disagreeing with me, I’m going to dismiss them as a worthless troll, automated or not.
Also, I knew what I was arguing for, but time passed, I woke up in the middle of the night to take a leak, and I saw you’d called me a bot so all that stuff about “Don’t kill yourself! If your family and everyone around you is a cunt, then ignore then, maybe leave them!” went in the trash. Mostly because being called a bit when I feel I’m so obviously not a bot is jarring, and I feel like my ideal of the internet is crumbling into an unrecoverable mess.
I pre-emptively addressed this.
I don’t get a sense that you have an idea in your head, you’re just disagreeing with me for it’s own sake. So my five minutes is up, I’m not paying for the full half hour.
You know that CD collection you posted, where the guy in the bottom right is hanging off the side holding onto a rope?
Do that, but hold on with your neck.
Calling me a chatbot is fucked, fuck off. I hate the future. Maybe you’re the fucking bot.
I mean yeah, I saw the Hank Green video from a couple days ago or something where he was on bluesky and ended up realizing he was talking to a disagree bot, and that’s got this air of awful dead internet dystopia to it. But to be accused of being one, myself? Fuck you.
This is a case where I’m going to do brain surgery with a backhoe. Disagree bots are now a thing that exist on the internet. So if I find myself arguing with someone who doesn’t seem to have an actual idea they’re arguing for they’re just disagreeing with me, I’m going to dismiss them as a worthless troll, automated or not.
And me, you still think I’m some fucking automation?
Comedy requires I answer “yes.”
Nah fuck you, man. How could a bot make a topical obscure reference like this:
https://lemm.ee/comment/16678247
And I’m not even much of a reference guy.
Also, I knew what I was arguing for, but time passed, I woke up in the middle of the night to take a leak, and I saw you’d called me a bot so all that stuff about “Don’t kill yourself! If your family and everyone around you is a cunt, then ignore then, maybe leave them!” went in the trash. Mostly because being called a bit when I feel I’m so obviously not a bot is jarring, and I feel like my ideal of the internet is crumbling into an unrecoverable mess.