i love that moment of absolute acceptance and tranquility that washes over you exactly 1 minute and 35 seconds before an exam begins. when you look at the notes you’ve been trying to absorb and realize that at this point you’re either ready or you’re not and you put them away and all the anxiety and doubt you had up until this moment just floats off you like steam from a hot summer sidewalk after a storm.
i think this exact situation is where actors who have to die on-screen draw their inspiration. that look in their eyes when they realize their wound doesn’t hurt anymore, and they look at their friend, their face awash with acceptance and near-relief, and the light leaves their eyes,
they learned that in a stats class.
the professor: everyone put your phones away and clear off your desks
Like. I’m a firm believer that porn online shouldn’t be within kids reach (those “are you 18” checkboxes for life) but. Like. Ok first of all, just ban cp? It’s not hard? Cp is what got you into this mess just ban it. Second of all, you could increase the age of sign-up from 13 to 18. Third of all, you could do what deviantart does and just. Require birthdays at sign-up. If your blog is flagged as nsfw, you can’t interact with minors. You want to follow an nsfw blog? Prove you’re an adult. You’re an adult but don’t want to see nsfw content? Safe search (that actually works).
It’s not hard to make a functioning website, but staff doesn’t seem to want to do that.
“But people lie about their age” YEAH PEOPLE LIE ABOUT THEIR AGE TO DO ALL KINDS OF SHIT. WHEN I WORKED AT THE GROCERY STORE PEOPLE LIED ABOUT THEIR AGE TO GET BEER. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? WE DIDN’T BAN ALL BEER, WE REQUIRED AN ID CHECK, YES, KNOWING THAT SOME PEOPLE WOULD LIE. BECAUSE THE FAULT WAS THEIRS BECAUSE THEY LIED.
It’s not even “we’re banning all beer”. It’s more like “we’ve set up an algorithm to flag potentially suspicious drinks at checkout for banning, an algorithm that has already caught three papayas, a snickers bar, and Terry the bag boy who got a little too close to the cash register on Tuesday.”
Meanwhile an actual gang of fucking Nazis has set up camp in the produce aisle, and the manager is pretending not to notice them because he thinks they might buy something one of these days.