having a favorite movie is insane and the mark of an amateur

My least favorite things about anti- UBI discourse is always the techbros whining that "nobody is going to work anymore! People will just watch Netflix all day!" and I have 2 responses:

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1) Who the fuck cares. Who the fuck cares what people do with their time! That's kind of the fucking point!

2) People aren't going to stop laboring. Housework (look, it's right there in the word!) will still need to be done. So will maintenance on our homes and personal spaces. Children will still need carers, as will the elderly and disabled. There are millions of examples of ~work~ that we do all the time, uncompensated, that won't suddenly stop because we aren't forced to sell our labor to provide corporation's profits.

I'm not surprised that what is traditionally women's work is invisible to these dipshits, but it never fails to anger me.

Anyway. Join the IWW.

Field studies have been conducted in several countries now, and the result is always the same - people will just flop about for a couple of months to recover from the burnout most people who have a job live with, and then they look for something to do. Some get a job with reduced hours, and some start doing charitable stuff like volunteering in soup kitchens and teaching others to do whatever their particular skill is. They socialize more, they are happier, and on average, people will work more, not less.

But the thing is, employers suddenly have to think about how to make their jobs appealing enough for someone to come and do them! It's hard to find someone to work for you for long hours under horrible conditions, if they can just choose not to; which shows you how voluntary our current system actually is.

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🎶People won't stop working! If so, fuck it!🎵

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“In 2019, there was a real blackout. In 2022, there were some areas, for some hours, and it was moving. But it has never been the whole country the way it is now and for so many days. It has never been that extensive,” [Mahmood] Amiry-Moghaddam, [director of Iran Human Rights, a human rights group with members inside and outside Iran] said." - AJ

“In previous incidents, none of the internet shutdowns were as severe as this one,” Amir Rashidi, director of internet security and digital rights at the nonprofit Miaan Group, told Al Jazeera. “We never saw Iran trying to jam Starlink. That was not the case at all. Now they’re doing it.” - AJ

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of course these ghouls are spinning this in order to push for regime change, but i wanted to share these to note that on the contrary, you should be extremely skeptical of any and all news about Iran right now, precisely because of the breadth and duration of the blackout. take everything with a grain of salt until further notice. ultimately, it wouldn't matter anyway, they'd all fall in line behind US foreign policy objectives anyway, but im highlighting this to point out how absurd it is that anyone is even opening their mouth to speak. once again, we are in the dark, we need to focus on resisting intervention

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indulging in eachother's hobbies

PLUEY YOU CANT JUST DO THAT!!!!!

Ralseiii you are so loved

I don't think there's anything more cruel than forceful institutionalization under the guise of 'helping' someone. Earlier this year, I was high up a school building, prepared to kill myself. Instead, I was 'saved' by someone who thought they were helping me. The cops came, forcibly grabbing my arms and dragging me down an elevator, into their car, and cuffing me until I was dumped in a hospital bed at 3AM. There I sat, in a room surrounded by windows, laying under a thin blanket, almost nude in the thin piece of paper they had me wearing, under constant observation. This was already torture, can you even fucking imagine? I stayed like this for eight hours. Why was I waiting there? For a spot to open up in a mental institution, they told me.

And that was the truth! another ambulance came, I was strapped down to the bed in the back, and carted away still without any sleep or privacy. Finally, I thought! I would be somewhere comfortable. They unloaded me and had me walk in. It was full of people I didn't know, I was practically nude in front of strangers, as they had not given me back possession of my actual clothes. They settled me in, told me I would be safe there; which is exactly when the psychological torture started. …At least they showed the mercy of giving me my pills and clothes.

Tell me, have you ever been denied access to your phone and access to any outside communication with your loved ones for days? Have you ever been subject to violations of your private regions, and several forceful medical examinations? Have you ever been in a place with no clocks, where you aren't allowed to know the time without begging a nurse to tell you? Have you ever been forced into grippy socks, and force-fed food you can't eat? Have you ever been stuck in a place where the bathroom has no door? Can you imagine being a transfem and trapped for DAYS in a place where they will not let you shave your face or do your injections? Oh, but fret not! There was allotted 'outside time' where we were given the magnificent privilege of walking around a barren, walled courtyard, filled with turf for 15 minutes twice a day. I never had a consistent roommate, they changed them out every day. I was allowed no privacy, not even while sleeping. Snoring kept me up for hours, the hard mattress refusing to let me sleep, even though I would've gotten 5 hours at most given the regimen they kept there. What a mercy I had been shown by being forcibly sent here! As fucking if.

I realized my only way out of this psychological torture chamber was not honesty, not recovery, not healing, but lies and the same happy deception I had enacted for years on my horribly abusive parents. I had to lie my way out. I had to put on my biggest smile, my happiest face, my cheeriest attitude, my most happy-go-lucky tranny face, and fucking brute-force my jailers into believing that I was okay, that I suddenly wasn't suicidal anymore. And you know what? It fucking worked. It fucking worked because none of those people knew me. None of those people wanted to help me. None of those people could help me, even if they wanted to. And so, I got out a day before my psychiatric hold period officially ended. I never followed the recovery criteria they gave me, I never did anything they told me to. Forced institutionalization helps no one. It is not a kindness, it is psychological torture, physical torture, and an utter cruelty. Why, then, do you think your suicidal friends are so terrified of telling you or their therapist about the thoughts they're having?

In fact, I think that if I had known all that would happen to me, that I would be 'saved', while I was up high on that building, I think i would have gone through with it and jumped.

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