DO NOT CALL THE REGULAR POLICE.

they are not on your side.

Very explicitly, in the video, the regular police straight up lie to the couple, telling them they will go to jail for harboring a fugitive if they dont hand the doordasher over, and that it doesnt matter if ice has a warrant for her arrest. NEITHER OF THESE THINGS ARE TRUE. You CANNOT be harboring a fugitive if the person you are haboring doesnt have a warrant out for their arrest! The warrant is what makes them a fugitive!

If ice wants access to someone on your property, do NOT hand them over unless you are shown a warrant signed by a judge! Make as much noise as you can to attract bystanders - it was the fact that a crowd gathered and started yelling at them that made ice leave in the video. And DO NOT expect the regular police to help you - they are just another arm of the state and will only do or say whatever they think is necessary to make you comply.

And make sure you film everything so you have evidence of what really happened if ice tries to enter your property illegally.

snobby new yorker accidentally gets stranded back in time in the revolutionary war and they genuinely cannot handle the fact that everything important is happening in boston and philly

like they understand it rationally but in their heart they're like "lin manuel miranda lied to me."

back when hamilton first came out I made my parents listen to it and afterwards my dad said "well. that's not historically accurate." and when I looked at him for clarification he added "no one in the 1770s would have referred to new york as the greatest city in the world."

puttering around the house is an underrated form a self-care. make some tea or coffee. put on a podcast. sort the mail. tidy some pillows and fold some blankets. start the laundry. thaw some soup. just casually wander around aimlessly doing little things to make your space and life a little nicer. who cares if you get distracted or only do a little. you aren't being productive. you're puttering.

> looking at a new popular collectible

> ask the people if it's objects or gambling

> they don't understand

> pull out illustrated diagram explaining what is objects and what is gambling

> they laugh and say "it's a good collectible sir"

> look up how to buy a collectible

> its gambling

> #wait are labubu's blind bags?!

Labubus are blind bags but they're also blind bags with some of the most insane dark patterns stacked on top. The online store for them has a thing where they tell you what you got the second you order it online so that you can immediately try again if you didn't get the thing you wanted.

There's also a shake feature that is designed to encourage you to buy more than one by narrowing down the possibility space on a crate of options so that if you're hunting a specific model you can verify that it's guaranteed to be in one of these three IF you buy all three right now!!!!!

When people say that labubus are the beanie babies/troll dolls/furbies of 2025, I feel like perhaps they aren't considering is that in 1995 if you wanted a beanie baby you just went to the store and bought it and if the store was out you didn't buy five beanie babies trying to get the one you wanted.

shit like this makes me think it should be illegal for products to randomize their contents. like trading card booster packs should list the cards they contain and popsicle companies should have to print the jokes on the wrapper. possibly an overcorrection on my part. but we do not need to be making more products gambling-like, idk.

“ten years ago” and it’s 2016 oh ill throw up

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I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school's first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who'd awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes "oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts." and I'm like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don't like red. second of all look at me. there's literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.

kind of fascinating how a lot of people don’t really know how food works

saw a twitter video of a dude making like fried broccoli with bacon or whatever and everyone in the replies was going “can’t believe he took something healthy and turned it into poison!!!!” i don’t really know how to explain to you that you’re still eating broccoli, and the healthy nutrients do not magically leave the broccoli just because you fried it

boss makes a dollar i make a dime that's why i steal company time

its literally time theft tuesday

i'd say i carry a normal amount of all the mild social rejection i've ever received in my body like shrapnel

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Have you guys noticed how much the internet/technology just does not listen to you anymore? I click “don’t show this artist” on Spotify and I get recommended a music video by them on the front page. I click “skip this update” on a pop up every time I open a file organization app and it’s right back there every time. I click unsubscribe on a newsletter and it keeps showing up in my inbox!! I click “delete my account” and the next time I open the website they suggest I “reactivate”.

"I've never met a picky eater of color" very much does feel like a pretty benign example of "people of color are cool, white people we uncool" type of racism because I think every culture has their own version of "chicken strips and fries" it's just that people aren't going to clock "curry and rice" or "miso buttle noodles" as being "safe foods" because their "ethnic". whatever that means.

My mom is Chinese. Pickiest human being I have ever met. Her version of chicken strips and fries is a boiled egg, purple Hawai'i yam, and white rice. She could eat that every single day. She also happens to love vanilla flavoured things, go figure.

The way I always see it is if someone is picky, it's not that they want to be that way. Being picky is really difficult for them. And they may or may not want to be that way. My mom wishes she could eat all the things, but she just can't muscle it down. So as much as it can be difficult cooking for her. Epscially now that her health is going and we really need to make sure she eats enough so she has enough fuel to just live life. I'm happy to make her a separate meal bc what she can keep down is better than her just not eating.

So for everyone out there. Remember to eat something. If you are super picky and there are just a few things you can eat, then eat them. And do your best to find things that are fruit/veg, a starch, and a protein. Then supplement the rest. What you can eat is more important than trying to force yourself to eat something that you might only eat a bite of.

But for anyone who is trying to be open to trying new things despite a picky stomach, try the 3 times rule. Try a food 3 times before you write it off as not for you. This way, you give yourself enough opportunity to get used to the taste/texture/smell of it. But sometimes, maybe the first time it was just not cooked to your liking, or it was prepared badly, maybe it wasn't at its most fresh and tasty. Give it 3 chances in diff dishes cooked by diff ppl. Then after those 3 times, you can write it off as not for you and you know you tried.

I don’t like how you put these two photos together, as if to imply that the dumplings with the paw print have anything to do with this sweet, innocent angel who has never done anything wrong.

Im gonna shill for Marie Kondo again but this is why I find her books (yes, books, the TV show is fun but ultimately misses a lot of the core ideas) so good.

A lot of home org advice fully misses this aspect. Kondo not only acknowledges it, but leans into it. And ultimately this helps motivste me to keep my space tidy - it's really hard to me to keep on the nebulous goal of self-care, but much easier to get up and put things away if I envision my salt and pepper grinders as like, retail workers who are now standing in an empty shop (my dining table) and just wanna go home (the spice rack where they live).

Normie tidying process: that heater should be put away for summer! I mean, I'm not gonna need it

Me: well it's just chilling and also I can't be arsed.

Kondo: that heater has done a good job keeping you warm over winter and now it should get to go have a rest in the cupboard

Me: !! Sabbatical for my heater!! Thank you for your service sir and have a very nice break!

just saw a tiktok or something where the person was saying they did this and they were on a hike and they were like "i managed to get myself to go on this hike because i promised my boots we would go" and its like. OH YEAH. THAT.

A big reason why I think I became a marxist is bc I read A LOT of Calvin & Hobbes and Bill Watterson really went out of his way to lay the groundwork for teaching people critical analysis. Like take this panel for example:

EVERYTHING one knows about American/Western culture, especially in the late 80's/early 90's, would lead to the logical next line being some form of "Kids These Days Are Succumbing To The Evils Of Satan" or some likewise cheap Reaction™ But then Bill pulls the rug out

He criticizes the "satanic" bands not for some lack of christian morals but because theyre a byproduct of hyperconsumptionist culture. Bill takes no issue with the subject matter bc his issue is knowing its only being done to sell rebellion as a consumer product rather than to say anything truly provocative or inspired.