2001 Space Odysee

Paprika

I love watching the Barbie Movies (the early 2000s CGI ones), especially when I’m sick.

So is that like a podium? You get into the booth and can hold a speech?

I’m a woman and I’ve been going to the sauna since I was pretty young. So I had my fair share of encounters with creepy old dudes commmenting on my body. Never and I mean NEVER have I experienced it that a comment on my body, any comment, and if it’s just about my hair, did not end with a hand on some private part of my body. I get a comment on my body, 100% of the time it’s a sleezy older guy trying to fuck.

Someone saying “you are beautiful especially naked” would 100% translate to me as “I’ve been ogling you for some time and probably jerked off to you and want to fuck you.” If you found her tattoos cool, you could say “cool tattoos”. But you told her just hooow much you LOVE looking at her naked body and there’s no way that isn’t sexual. From the way you describe her in your text here I also don’t believe you that you didn’t have other intentions.

Several people even told you it was inappropriate. There was also no need whatsoever to start a discussion with Y. It was his sauna and obviously he wanted X to enjoy it without being oggled by you.

None of this would have been even half as much of a problem if you could just a) not comment on other people’s naked bodies and b) just accept that you made someone uncomfortable and not approach them again. If it’s a stranger you aren’t going to see again there’s just no reason to talk to them again.

6.5 km from my appartment to the hospital I was born in.

I was born in the neighboring city, currently live in the district that is closest to said city. However I grew up in a village 90km from here. My parents moved out of the city when I was 2. I lived in several different cities, even on a different continent for a while. A couple of years ago I moved here for a job and 5 years ago my now-husband and I found this appartment together which happens to be on the border of our city that is closest to the city I was born in.

It’s not going to stop people from Europe etc., but a lot of people might reconsider their holiday plans if on top of everything they have to pay these steep fees.

A mummie movie from the perspective of the mummy, who is a highly educated scholar. The archelogists and military chase him and think he’s a monster, while he has to figure out how the modern age works and why he was resurrected. Also he has severe PTSD and flashbacks from being killed in an intrigue at the Pharao’s palace.

Edit: So I’ve been thinking about it and I think he should eventually figure out that the people who killed him wanted to test the ressurection spell and if it worked, thought they could make an invincible mummie army and control all of ancient egypt. They thought the ressurection would be instantaneous after being mummified, not ~4000 years later.

Germany: Deutschland. “Deutsch” comes from the word “people, tribe”. The oldest roots go back to the 8th century and the kingdom of Charlemagne, where “deodisk” (“the language of the common people”) was used to distinguish the Old German from “walhisk” (the medieval latin that the ruling class spoke).

The picture shows her with her adoptive son, Lama Aphur Yongden, disguised as beggar monks.

Just force everybody to interact. Obligatory meetings for the whole village/city district/city block (depending on size of population) every saturday morning with local news, coffee and cake and maybe games or time for chatting.

Use your expensive/show-off devices everywhere, even if it’s extremely unpractical: drive the car/take the horse to go to a place next door. Have the most expensive, top-notch devices to do the easiest and most mundane tasks.

That reminds me of a former job I had. I had a male coworker who refused to make coffee. It was a small company with only 10 employees and we had this really cheap machine where you just put coffee in the upper part and then let the water run through. Don’t know what it’s called. Anyway, that coffee machine had ONE (1!) button: on/off. He’d always try to make me or the only other woman in the office make the coffee because “You women know better how to do those things. I never make coffee”. The best part: he was one of the engineers in charge of repairing the power tools that the company sells!

So, what happened if we refused or weren’t there? There just wasn’t any coffee! Those guys would rather not have their coffee than make it themselves!

A lot of brands have special barista oat milk, usually with pea protein I think or rapeseed oil to make the froth stable. Here in Germany they are often labeled “Barista oat milk”.

I have one always in my pocket, too, but I’d argue it’s not “unexpectedly useful”.

I’m learning a bit Dutch. We’re quite close to the dutch border and have been going there for vacation and shopping for a while now and would like to be able to at least order food/ask for the toilet etc.

I feel you. I worked in logistics in an office position for a long time. I’m very organized, so I liked it and was good at it. But wages have always been low and with the current cost of living you can hardly make ends meet with those logistics job. Managed to switch to IT, mostly project management, and thought I finally found something that I’m good at and that’s promising a decent wage. My contract for the last project is about to expire and jobs in IT are few and hard to get.

It’s really disheartening, you think you do everything right and fight your way into an in-demand field just to have the rug pulled from under you.

My husband and I went to Noord Holland in the Netherlands last year. We had a room in a private house. The owner was this nice old couple. They helped us rent bikes at a local bike shop and we just went everywhere on bike. Every day an hour or two just following the coastline, nothing but the sea, the shore and the sails of the boats in the distance.

We also went to a hat museum. It was a private museum - basically an old woman who’se been collecting and making hats her entire life. A whole room full of hats from all over the world and she could tell you all about them, how they are made, the cultural signifance etc. Her husband made us tea while we sat there and listened.

I love my husband and he makes me happy every single day. Every day we flirt with each other. He keeps making the same stupid jokes and over the top pick-up lines that he did 7 1/2 years ago on our first date and they still make me laugh every day.

Nope. I’ve been no contact for years, but when I still had contact, she just kept moving the goalpost. When I had good grades in school: They don’t mean anything, only the grades for Abitur (A-Levels) count. When I had good grades in Abitur: It means nothing, noone will ever ask for your Abitur grades again. Only the university degree counts. When I had my bachelors: Bachelor is worthless, only the master is a REAL degree. When I had my master degree: The master degree is worthless… And that’s the point where I cut contact with her.

Well, according to her, university degrees are all worthless nowadays and “a masters is at a level a high school degree used to be at”. She also told me my As were worthless because “everybody gets an A nowadays just for showing up to class”.

While writing my master thesis my professor suddenly left the university. Noone ever really knew why and there was no official statement other than a short sentence on the website that Prof. XYZ has left the department. My master thesis was on hold while I had to find a new professor. My mother, who has always accused me of being lazy and lying, insisted that it was all a lie. When I pointed out the news on the university website, she said: “I don’t know how you hacked the website and got it to display your lies, but I’m not falling for your deceit.” I am not a computer science major, I studied linguistics.