I used to work in chemical exposure insurance and to be honest, it would be very difficult to tell because of the increased risk of cancer from chemicals used in the growing process as it is. Most of the countries that have banana plantations can’t really defend their citizens against huge fruit companies, so if something has been declared illegal in Hawaii, they just use it in their other plantations, and of course the US is dismantling the EPA and NLRB, so soon they might not even be illegal there anymore. Organic fruit is not significantly different, because there are lots of things that are allowed for them that are still carcinogenic to humans in large concentrations.

I’m really sorry to be a downer, but sometimes the world sucks, and pineapple and banana companies suck even more.

Yeah, but you tell different types of stories. The robot knows it’s supposed to respond emotionally, but doesn’t know in what direction.

Well, it’s more often biased against them, and with fewer resources, they’re more affected by it.

I used to work in long-tailed litigated liability insurance claims. Think asbestos, lead paint, toxic exposures, etc. Insurance comes into play for defending companies against lawsuits made by people suffering from those exposures. I rationalized it to myself for a year and a half (if we don’t pay for the company’s defense attorneys, we couldn’t pay the claimants their settlements; we’re just following the contract; at this point, the big players are bankrupt, so the claimants are just going after easy targets; etc.), but it makes the world worse and I eventually quit.

I looked at other aspects of the industry, but there really wasn’t a role that I could feel totally comfortable with. At best, I felt like I I worked for the organization which gave earth “adequate notice” for the hyperspace bypass in hitchhikers guide.

I went back to school and now I teach new immigrants the local language. It took a lot of work and I make less money, but holy shit was it worth it.

The director

They might, but it happens a lot, so it would be a big change. Countries that don’t allow dual citizenship tend to have a lot of former citizens visit, because anyone who marries someone from another country and lives with them there will have an easier time of things if they become a citizen of their new country, but they still have family back home to take care of (and the CCP is invested in keeping former citizens attached to their families, so they can use them as leverage).

Totally irrelevant, but something about her posture/clothing looks so physically uncomfortable to me and I can’t put my finger on it.

That doesn’t mean that Chinese citizens cannot become citizens of other countries, just that they can’t do that and retain their Chinese citizenship. It’s also legal for former Chinese citizens to visit China, you’re not exiled or anything when you give up your citizenship.

This is a screenshot dated 2013, but it could also be a copy of an older screenshot. I would normally crop it, but I also feel weirdly nostalgic about the old UI.

Tbh, I would actively authorize this for my next of kin if they wanted for a private pension. Doing it for public funds is fucked though. I would also stipulate that they be safe with the biohazard that is my corpse, because just keeping it in a bag in the living room is stomach turning.

I was at a regional magnet school, so I probably would have gone to my town’s middle school.

I honestly don’t know what happens if you get kicked out of that- maybe you go to a neighboring town’s school, or maybe there are other schools for kids that get expelled, but the government still has an obligation to educate you until a certain age, so you don’t just stop going to school (unless you’re in juvenile detention, at which point you probably have a teacher on premises).

I forgot to take my adhd medication as a twelve year old and my mom gave it to me as I ran out the door. I put it in my pocket, forgot about it until later, and then nearly got expelled for trying to sell drugs [edit: because it fell out of my pocket] because of a zero tolerance policy.

I say nearly, because I’m white with educated parents and a sympathetic situation, so obviously the zero tolerance policy learned a little tolerance.

It seems like full disclosure should be a required part of amnesty and any concealment should nullify that amnesty.

Didn’t you just post a question asking about this and everyone answered either neutrally or with the smart cat?

I mean, why wouldn’t he? Are they going to try and extradite him for a testimony? He’s not an American and he’s not here, they don’t really have any power over him

People can be ignorant and even sexist without being manosphere. Neither of those strikes me as super Joe Rogan or Ben Shapiro-ey.

But yeah, we’re living in two separate worlds, and when a person ignores what half of us experience, it’s no different from a white person saying that black people just need to be polite to the police, the way they are. (As a teenager, I was regrettably that white person. But I’ve grown, and so can others in that situation)

You thinking Fox or our America news?

On Lemmy? You probably get the absolute worst of it on /c/womensstuff@piefed.blahaj.zone , but you do a good job moderating if it’s here, because it never sticks around long enough for me to see it on there!

If you want another story, when I was a four year old girl, I asked my mother how my dad proposed to her, looking for a fairytale. She told me they’d been together for eight years, so “at that point it was really shit or get off the pot.” This was probably the first time she swore in front of me, and she only did it a dozen times or so ever (though I was twelve when she died, so she was still editing herself).

My dad also separately started hitting a silver quarter with a spoon on the night after their first date, and hit it so many thousands of times over the next several years that he was able to shape it into a ring for her, which is one of the most romantic things I’ve ever heard, but that wasn’t a proposal, so she didn’t tell me that story for several years.

Obviously it’s not a romantic thing, but also related to the individual’s level of comfort with seeming insults, this is a recent situation that did not make sense to a coworker of mine.

My dad just cut his finger off (non dominant pointer, so either #4 or #5 most important, depending on how highly you rate pinkies) the other day after many, many decades of woodworking and general tinkering. He’s otherwise okay, but it hurt like a bitch and it couldn’t be reattached. He’s mostly regretful, with a touch of existential jolting.

My sisters and I got him a giant foam finger two days after it happened and he laughed his fucking head off. I got a pretty good chuckle on that very day from “hey, 9/10 ain’t bad,” but I’m pretty sure that was mostly the painkillers, because it’s not a good joke.

My coworker told us under no circumstances to get the foam finger and we should just be nice. I get the sentiment, but that would scare the shit out of my dad. For context, after shaving his wife’s head during the course of her chemo treatments, my dad looked at her in the mirror when she was feeling nearly her lowest and said that he’d always had a crush on uncle Fenster, but he’d never expected to get so lucky. She laughed uproariously.

I was raised by these people, so that’s the kind of thing that I say. A relationship with someone who was always earnest would not work for either of us.