As a former humanities student, I feel it is my duty to reblog this one.
A tech bro tried to convince me AI was amazing cause “you could make 30,000 screenplays in minutes” not realising that every single one would be shit, you’d have to sift through everything just to find some good bits, time wasted that could’ve been spent just writing a screenplay.
Technology Brothers know nothing about what goes into creating a work, other than the fact a work has been created to be exploited for cash. They see creativity as an investment opportunity, not a love for humanity.
Matthew Dow Smith: “Just remember: Arts & Humanities are so useless and pointless that Tech Bros were driven to spend billions of dollars to try and get a computer to do something that badly approximates something Arts & Humanities students could do half asleep and wired on coffee the night before the due date.”
Stuff like this radicalizes me. How is this the best system we have?
Could you imagine how fucking awesome food service would be if your annual salary was $162,000 a year? And you’re just making pizzas and shit?
The worst part about working food service was the pay, I actually didn’t hate it that much and slinging out food that I knew actually tasted good gave me a sense of pride I don’t get in my job now. It was just not worth it for what I took home every week.
“Oh boo hoo you shouldn’t ask your friends for favors we’re all adults”
I just spent three hours pulling up carpet and staples for a friend’s home renovation and we all did nothing but chat and joke and have wonderful conversation the whole time.
Helping somebody move or renovate or giving them a ride to the airport is functionally the same as going mini-golfing or playing a board game: it’s an activity that you do that is made more fun by having good company, and which provides something to talk about when the conversation lulls.
“Shared joy is double joy, but shared sorrow is half a sorrow.”
the fact that i’m no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don’t; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
my step mom was asking me more questions about the nonbinary thing and after talking to me for a bit, she said “oh, so youre a rosé! not a chardonnay transitioning to a merlot, just your own unique type” which was such a middle aged white woman way to frame it, but i cannot lie gang. it did make me want to cry
This is the funniest thing on the internets today, don’t you hide it in the tags
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