They do base most of their decisions around data, I assure you.
I can think of a few men get called: hon, son, sport, guy, babe, darling, dude, bucko, bro, etc. I've heard all of those said to me by complete strangers many times.
I think they get plenty of female experience. They collect a ton of data, and 52% of facebook users are women, apparently.
I see "babe" and other pet names as a sign of endearment and don't like when they're used in public. Also, I'm not honey, so don't call me "honey." It annoys the shit out of me.
Side note: when I get really, really drunk I start giving people pet names. That's when I know I should stop drinking/start drinking water.
It's a universal star, actually.
I disagree that the number of female users necessitates a female board member. What's wrong with hiring the best person for the job regardless of gender? They may be doing themselves a disservice without a female opinion, but I'm sure they make up for it with the hundreds of millions of female opinions they collect from their site.
That's sexist! I mean, it's not like there are companies where the CEO and all of the board members are women... except the company I work for and probably hundreds of others. Hiring women/minorities/whatever should not take precedence over who is best for the job.
2 reasons. It's usually attractive to be generous and I'm trying to impress.
What I think he's trying to say is that some women react negatively if they know that you had basically the same date (same location, same events) with another person prior.
Real world example: I took my highschool crush on a date once where we went out to eat, watched a movie and theb walked by the river. Later that same year, I took my then-current girlfriend to the same places and did the same thing. i was called unoriginal and she demanded that I take her on a "real date."
Great song!
Makes sense. When I'm around someone I'm attracted to, I'm normally more generous.
I'm over caffeine. Last night I had such bad withdrawals that I had a migraine for 6 hours and threw up so violently that my eyes are still completely bloodshoot.
"THC has been shown to produce spontaneous abortion, low birth weight, and physical deformities—but only with extremely large doses, only in some species of rodents, and only when THC is given at specific times during pregnancy."
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Personally, I never have to worry about smoking while pregnant, because I'm a man, but if I impregnate someone and she wants to smoke, I'm all for it. Medically speaking, marijuana is fairly benign and I can't wait until this stupid prohibition is over.
Many people have said that you shouldn't have sex with someone while they are intoxicated. As much as I agree with that, sometimes it's really hard to tell when someone has had too much to drink, especially if both parties have had too much. Personally, I think it would do a lot of good if no one woukd drink to the point of blacking out (keep in mind that alcohol is a poison that can have serious health effects). But, thats unlikely to happen, so I would suggest that people take responsibility for their drunken actions and who they have sex with.
For the record, I am a virgin. I also have not been raped, but have been sexually assaulted.
Yeah, I'll just stick to drugs, thanks. #idkifthecommentislongenough
That's very interesting. I wonder how much my life would be different if I were more sexually oriented.
It will vary by person. I don't like being touched, especially skin to skin, but I love hugs (only if I'm the one initiating it) and kisses (but only within the context of a romantic relationship).
Also, this isn't relevant, but I've only kissed women whose names start with the letter "A." I think it's just a weird coincidence but i figured I'd share.
Thanks for the article! Usually I say I'm a virgin, but that's over simplifying it. I'm a romantic person, but I'm not sexual. I'm sexually attracted to females, but I hate being touched so I'm not very physical. I'm trying to get over my aversion to touch, and I do want to be sexual eventually, but until then, I will continue to be a romantic, asexual person.
Most of my teachers in high school didn't take me seriously. Fortunately, I had one who did. To give you the complete story, I'm going to have to back up a few years. Please note that I'm not trying to brag. I just wanted to give you an idea of where I'm coming from.
Somehow, I've always been good with computers. My grandma first introduced me to them when I was 3, and I was able to competently use a computer before I learned how to write. Growing up, I was curious about everything - especially computers and math. When my parents split, my family went from middle class to well below the poverty line instantly. Clothes were deemed a waste of money and we were told to make them last because we didn't have enough money to buy new ones. My mom worked two jobs and went to school full-time so she could provide for my brothers and I, but we were still so poor that we couldn't afford anything besides food. We already had a computer that was a few years old and I begged my mom not to sell it. I tried to learn everything I could about the computer because it was the only thing I had.
When I was 12, I saw my mom crying because we were so far in debt with the house that she would have to quit school and get a third job. I wanted to help my mom out and keep her in school so I got a summer job and I earned enough to pay for my mom's textbooks. Since I bought the books, and because I had no toys or anything to play with, I decided to read through them. I taught myself college algebra in a week and then tutored my mom when she needed help. We got dial-up that same year with those free AOL cds and I discovered I could learn so much more. I taught myself HTML, I found out what porn was, but ultimately, I discovered that I could make.a ton of money if I learned how to program computers.
Three years later, I was a sophomore in high school and I pretty much hated everything/everyone. People made fun of me for being poor and my family still didn't have enough money to buy clothes. I wore a combination of hand-me-downs, clothes from Goodwill and an outfit that my Grandma bought me.
Then, my worst nightmare happened; we had to sell the house. My family was homeless for six months. We stayed with friends or relatives until my mom was able to rent somewhere that was extremely cheap and didn't do credit checks. The house wasn't level, the shower had no hot water and I lived in a walk-in closet, but at least I had somewhere to live.
By the time I was a Junior in high school, I was so pissed off at the world because of what I had been through. I had heard that cyberterrorism was an easy way to make money, so I devoted all of my time to learning how to do it. When I was 16, I created a virus as a test that shut down every single computer in my school district. I had cost the school a huge amount of time and money, but I didnt care. I also broke the encryption on my school's network and sold the access key to my peers so I could have lunch money. I used my knowledge to hack into the system, remove the web filter and set up a wireless bridge to my friend's house because he didnt have internet access and wanted to download anime. I created a backdoor that would let me access the network without anyone noticing, and I took out the PA system because it annoyed me.
The school spent a huge amount of money trying to upgrade their security, but every time they did, I was able to break it. By the second semester of my Junior year, the school decided enough was enough and decided they would immediately arrest anyone they suspected of cyberterrorism. I didn't care, though, because by that time I was so far ahead of them and I had a group of five guys helping me out. I never got caught.
Then, one day, I was in my computer class and my teacher handed us an assignment and started explaining it. By the time he finished explaining it, I had already finished coding it. I told him that I was done and, surprisingly, he wasn't condescending toward me. He looked at my code and then looked at the code the book had for its answer.My code was more efficient, more readable and it only took me 11 minutes to code (the assignment was supposed to last a week). He said that in his 15 years of teaching he had never seen anyone code that fast. After another week in his class, he came up with an idea.
He wanted me, a junior in high school, to teach an advanced programming class. Of course, technically he was the teacher, but all he handled was grading. I found appropriate textbooks, made lesson plans, and taught five students (the same five who had previously helped me destroy the network security) advanced programming. Eventually he found out that we were responsible for the attacks on the school's system and he made me a deal: I wouldn't get arrested if I helped him fix the holes in the security. I gladly accepted the offer and continued to teach my fellow classmates how to program.
The moral of the story is that my teacher respected me because of my work, and because of that I went from a cyberterrorist to a respectable membet of society. I never wore nice clothes (I couldn't afford them), yet my teacher took me seriously. The lesson plans I created were made into a real course the next year and the school now has some of the best security and best courses available in the state. Additionally, two of the students I taught went on to work at Microsoft and I guarantee you that you've used something they have created.
If you don't take people seriously because of their attire, you may miss out on teaching someone not only how to learn, but you may save them from being destructive.
Thank you for reading this.
Judging people by their attire is no better than judging people for any other reason. Just because I choose to dress casually doesn't mean I'm not taking things seriously.
