People like to commit, though. They want to commit. They want to make an account and be done. The ability for established users and communities to move around is a great feature that makes Lemmy superior to other sites, but it really needs to work on making new users feel comfortable enough to stay put when they’re first figuring things out, because if a new user decides to leave, they’re probably not switching instances, they’re switching platforms.
Yeah, the cells of most animals have the ability to make their own vitamin C, very likely including our ancestors if you go back far enough. The evolutionary reason why we stopped is probably simply because our bodies stopped needing to make it due to our fruit diet, so individuals that didn’t make the acid had a little bit more energy and nutrients to spare that would’ve otherwise been wasted to make it when it’s not needed. Over millions of years that small difference was enough for them to survive to parenthood slightly more often than their peers, slowly edging them out of the gene pool.
Evolution generally pushes bodies to conserve resources, so unnecessary things are usually dropped if the environment doesn’t require them for long enough. Kinda like how creatures living in dark caves eventually evolve to stop wasting the resources to make eyes and pigmented skin.
CEO’s get money from people using their products, and Google’s CEO spends a lot of that money lobbying in order to push the government further right. It’s not a tough thing to follow. “Support” isn’t about whether or not you agree with them, it’s about whether or not you help fund their actions when you have other options that wouldn’t.
This is a very good thing. If you don’t know something, you can always look it up to figure it out, but there are so many times where people incorrectly think they already know about things, so they never look them up and realize they were wrong the whole time.
I saw it on TV when I was 7 or 8. I had nightmares for months.
I had a friend in high school whose family moved to America from Vietnam when they were around 5. They said they learned English from watching TV all day.
Edit: Didn’t realize the A stood for adult, not anime… Whoops.
I was never full-on incel, but I was definitely headed down that path. I was a late-20’s fat guy with severe acne all over my upper body, and I’d obviously never had a girlfriend. I looked ahead in life and just saw it going further and further downhill. I tried dieting, working out, etc, but none of my attempts at making a change ever lasted.
One day I saw a facebook post that one of my old highschool classmates had gotten married. The guy looked a lot like me, and at first I was mad - I had that classic incel thought of “why is he successful and not me?” But after sitting in that dark place for awhile, I realized that the answer to that question is that I can be successful! I realized that I’d never tried to put myself out there because I always viewed myself as not being worthy - I needed to be fitter, more attractive, better at talking to people, etc - but did I really? I wanted to find out, so I made an online dating account, cleaned myself up, got a friend to take some nice pictures of me doing things I enjoyed, and put myself out there.
I made a goal for myself to never start a conversation with “Hey” or something similar - I went through every profile I found and picked something specific to talk about. It took a while, and I missed a lot of opportunities by being awkward, but eventually I got good enough at holding a conversation to secure a few dates, and in only a few months of that, I found the woman who is now my wife!
I’m still fat, but having someone to look good for was at least enough for me to shower more regularly, which cleared up a lot of my acne. I’m still pretty awkward, but so is my wife, and we both find it endearing. Life’s not perfect - there are still issues - but I’m no longer looking ahead at my life and seeing only downhill trajectory; I have a sense of optimism I didn’t have before, and it mostly came from me accepting myself. I’m not sure if other incels are the same as I was - not realizing that the one they actually hate is themselves - but I hope that if they are, they eventually come to the same realization that I did: that they are worthy.
I want to tell people this sometimes, but I figure they’ll just think I’m mansplaining mansplaining.
I think some of those purple ones should instead be labeled “If you can find a way to get it to stick around long enough for you to lick, you’ll win a posthumous Nobel prize.”