Mark Fisher’s KPunk blog/Capitalist Realism. That and/or play Disco Elysium.

For some people, their burger is the closest thing they’ll get to an emotional support animal.

Do Substack next

The lack of phonetic information is a challenge. If you see an unfamiliar English word, you can guess the pronunciation, and usually be pretty close (sometimes you’ll get a phoneme wrong or stress the wrong syllable, but listeners will be able to infer what you meant). With kanji, as well as not knowing what it means, you have no information of how it’s pronounced. It is theoretically possible for kanji to exist which not only lack meaning but also have no pronunciation, and indeed, there are about a dozen meaningless, soundless “ghost kanji”that ended up in Unicode due to bureaucratic errors at the Japanese standards agency.

Or you just revealed the porcine equivalent of Lovecraftian cosmic horror to it.

This doesn’t necessarily hold in the fediverse

It’s tempting to wish that the Iranians succeeded in assassinating him, though we know that if they did, he’d be instantly beatified into a global centrist Charlie Kirk: a statesman of peace and liberalism ruthlessly murdered by evil terrorist fanatics. There’d be statues of him alongside Mandela and Gandhi, Berlin would rename one of its central squares to Netanjahuplatz, and the next year’s Oscars would be swept by the biopic Bibi. The gaslighting would be incessant.

Apparently they were popular in the Middle Ages

The people crushed in the martial-law crackdown that would opportunistically follow would probably mind

Slightly disappointing none of them has feet instead of hands or some similar artefact.

and/or perverted

The difference been erotic and kinky is that kinky is using the whole chicken

OK, by now we get that you’re rampantly horny, but besides that, what’s your damage? Just the standard ADHD/autism, or borderline/dissociative or something extra spicy?

goblincore

You know, if the husband does a good job clearing up the garage or whatever household man’s-job needs doing, he just might get some oofty-magoofty tonight.

There are apparently T-shirts which read “don’t shoot, I’m Canadian” in a number of languages (Arabic, Russian and Spanish, I think)

From what I remember, e/n sites were like personal blogs only with more of an incel vibe. They seemed to be by guys who referred to women with misogynistic slurs, while lamenting their lack of a girlfriend.

Safety ads in the 70s went hard. Nobody worried that kids might be traumatised, and some probably were

If you ever see a dog performing tricks, you know he was a very gay dude in his previous life

Capybaras, hands down.