Loud logo overload and aggressive “dupe” flexing, turning people into ambulatory billboards for sweatshop fast fashion that trashes the planet while pretending it’s ironic Endless Y2K necromancy: ultra low-rise jeans, visible thongs, unbuttoned pants, micro shorts — dragged back from the dead despite most bodies, climates, and basic dignity declining the invitation. TikTok stunt cycles that gamify injury, poisoning, and arrest (NyQuil chicken, aerosol inhaling, car theft) and then act shocked when hospitals get involved “Blackout” and Benadryl challenges, where teens choke or overdose for clout, rebranding actual danger as engagement Cold plunges, IV drips, bone broth bars, and hyper-aesthetic wellness clubs mutating into luxury status symbols that cost more than actual medical care Colostrum powders and animal-derived “liquid gold” supplements marketed as gut and skin miracles, with a marketing budget vastly outpacing the science Wellness influencers hawking extreme biohack...
For decades, the United Kingdom has presented itself as a model of democratic maturity. Procedural. Measured. Governance by pragmatic norms rather than overblown theatrics. Even its scandals arrive packaged and presented with a polite veneer. However, now that reputation functions less as an admirable virtue than as subterfuge and camouflage. The UK has become a case study in how a liberal democracy can fracture silently, outsource devastating cruelty to the mostly tabloid press, and erode minority protections while smugly congratulating itself on restraint. It is a mistake to view Brexit as merely a referendum outcome. It was a cataclysmic structural event that rewired British politics, possibly forever. It normalized grievance as a governing force, degraded public trust in expertise, and created an unyielding state of cultural agitation. The economic damage is no mystery. It has unfolded exactly as the critics predicted: reduced growth, trade friction, labor shortages, and a con...
"Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun... "And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again... "Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines..." Oh dear, I hope this doesn't seem like a bummer OP, I just love this time of year and that's one of my favorite Pink Floyd songs. Even if it sounds somber, it's a good somber. I hate that it's still getting darker earlier, but I love feeling and smelling the freshness outdoors, and the crunching when you're walking on fallen leaves or snow. And I love Pink Floyd. Whether you're happily somber today, or just plain happy, tell us all about it, and happy Open Po...
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