They pop and snap, calling that “screaming” is a bit sensationalist.

This is the kind of headline that hearkens the anti-vegetarians to claim nonsense arguments. “Plants scream when you cut them, so that means you’re a hypocrite because you’re hurting plants. Just look at this paper that says so!”

The worst part would be that it doesn’t matter if you fly or not - as long as a plane can fly above you, you’re at risk. None of us are safe.

Sometimes I laugh because otherwise I’d cry.

A lot of parents today just hand their kid a tablet when they expect the kid to be bored and leave it at that. Instead of learning to entertain themselves, they learn to sit passively and consume content. It starts young, too - toddlers with tablets with unfettered access to Youtube Kids, sitting back watching Cocomelon or AI kids’ slop (it’s out there, boy is it out there.)

To those of us who grew up without access to screens at any given time sometimes take issues with it, but not everyone does. There are some kids I work with whose parents explicitly say they don’t want their kid watching videos at school. I get it, you want your kid to interact with other people and explore their creativity instead of sitting around watching something - I love that.

Recently a new coworker, much younger than me, asked why some parents don’t want their kids watching videos. I was surprised, but I guess I shouldn’t be. That coworker probably grew up with screens from an early age. Perhaps she can’t fathom the world without it. Either way, the idea that some parents want to limit their kids’ screen time was a foreign concept to her, which concerns me somewhat.

Try telling people you’re into books, but you prefer non-fiction. I always get the response, “What, like, biographies?”

No, I mean books about psychology, Earth science, art, history, or any of the many other books I can learn from. It’s wild how many people seem to forget such books even exist.

Though I will read a good biography. I’m currently reading Fortunate Son, an autobiography by John Fogerty. But biographies are far from the only non-fiction books out there.

But the noise! Figuring out the optimal way to zone so it’s not too noisy, polluted, and people have space to park is one of the trickier parts of the game. (But I like the challenge.)

Not sure. My first thought was that the flex is that they have the money to afford the time off, but I feel like that could hurt an interview because clearly the interviewee doesn’t need to rely on the job. An interviewer might think they’ll fuck off at any time again.

Tomorrow OP’ll be gone, to get away from y’all singing

I never got into group dances. I love music. According to my mom, I’ve been dancing for as long as I’ve been able to stand. But when a song comes on and there are specific directions on how to move, I almost resent it. Are you a dance instructor? No? You’re just a song? Okay, then don’t tell me how to dance.

That’s why I never got into Cotton Eye Joe, or the Electric Slide, or any of the other group dances they play at every party. Dancing is a creative expression, it feels weird to use it to conform with others. I get that it can be fun for some people to dance in synchrony, and if well-choreographed a group dance can look amazing. But these pop group-dance songs just don’t inspire me to move.

Nothing like sitting around a dining table clustered with elderly people while this fucking song plays, as the nursing home’s staff is too busy feeding patients to change the station. There I was, spoon-feeding someone’s paralyzed grandma, as this song played on. So uplifting.

You mean you’re not charmed by the dancing queen, young and sweet, only 17? Or how the song describes her as “a teaser, you turn 'em on”?

Granted, I don’t get creepy vibes from it, probably because it’s written and sung by a woman. I imagine a teenager excited for prom and feeling on top of the world. But that isn’t a sentiment I ever shared, in fact the girls I saw get the most excited were people who’d bullied me when younger. So I get a more melancholy feeling from it than anything else.

This post was so good, I’m nominating it for Best of Lemmy material. You’ve got a way with words, my friend, and though I loathe to expose more innocents to this song’s noise, you painted such a vivid picture that this description is worth sharing.

I think I’ve done irreparable damage to my recommendation algorithm.

Thanks for the warning! Opens private tab

[After watching] Okay. Wow. Well. Now that the song has stopped, my ears feel oddly empty. That was… a lot.

Kids - this is why we can’t go with every single idea we come up with, especially in a collaborative effort like a band. There are times we have to edit back for the sake of a shared project. It seems like everyone came into this song with their own list of “cool ideas” and the group decided, “Let’s just do them ALL!” There’s no cohesion, no direction, no shared vision. Everyone wants their moment and their thing, and the band just lets it all happen in one chaotic collection.

After watching this, I feel like them splitting up was bound to happen. At times it’s almost like they’re each trying to play a different song that happens to line up with what everyone else is playing. A band can’t function if the members can’t agree on what song they’re making. Props to the drummer, not just because OP is right that he’s too good for this, but because I can’t imagine how much worse this all would’ve sounded if the rest didn’t have someone skilled keeping time for them. The percussion is the lone scaffold holding all the different parts together. Sadly, it’s not enough.

At one point in watching, I imagined their poor parents living in a house where these kids were practicing in the garage. Or standing awkwardly at the back of some public performance, trying to support their kids but feeling deeply embarrassed and trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

This is the first specific song I’ve seen mentioned twice in this thread (so far.)

I’m amused by how many Christmas songs are making this list. I imagine there wouldn’t be such strong feelings if we weren’t forced to listen to them ad nauseam for a month straight.

That song bothers me because it’s not a Christmas song - it’s a heartbreak song, with a story that occurs around Christmas. You can change the word “Christmas” to “summer” and nothing about the song’s content would lose meaning. It’s not a merry jingle to sing around the tree, it’s a pop song that inserted a single word and now gets played every December.

There are some modern songs that do an effect that hurts my ears. I have no idea what any of the songs are called (I avoid them whenever I hear them), but for some reason it’s become a thing for some pop/dance music to use a wonky rhythm that feels like being in a car with only the back windows open. The pressure is like waves that push and give way, over and over again, assaulting my ear drums.

Anyone know what I’m talking about? I would provide an example if I knew a concrete one to offer. It’s so unpleasant, I don’t understand how anyone can listen to such songs and enjoy them.

I love the use of “trump” as a verb here. Totally stealing that.

Or “useless eaters” as the psychotic, billionaire class calls them.

More projection, I see

I didn’t pay attention to the photos when I read the article, but your comment made me go back and look at them. You’re referring to the two sad-looking dogs in the basket, right?

I’m curious what gave it away to you first. For me what did it was the eyes. The reflections are all different.

I’m also sad, why couldn’t they just include pictures of the actual dogs?

Yeah it sounds easy, but I don’t know how to do that. People always flake on me, even when I organized a birthday party a month in advance and picked a time/date that’s supposed to work for everyone and checked a week before to make sure everyone was still planning to come. I still ended up alone, until I told people on the day-of that everyone bailed, and I guess four people felt bad enough about it to come over. It felt like a literal pity party.

I’d say people are too flaky, but maybe they just don’t care about me enough. Which leads me to struggle between, “Fine, I don’t care about them either,” and “My god, I’m so lonely.”