Sometimes I wonder if things like the hexbear bouncing cat emotes are a bit twee and cringe, but then I see the aesthetics the other side has run with…
counterpoint: having nonverbal means of communicating or emphasizing an idea makes it easier for that idea to get across. Expanding on this, using cats or dogs or other animals to convey expressions or emotions is inherently less exclusionary than using a person, since the animal (or even inanimate object) does not belong to a specific race, gender, class, or presentation
There’s no need to be so joyless that you purge everything colorful and cute from your life because, uh, communism or whatever.
There’s no need to be so joyless that you purge everything colorful and cute from your life because, uh, communism or whatever.
No, everything has to be serious at all times and we cannot find any humor in the absurdity of hell world. The last time I smiled was on August 19th, 1991. I wear a dirty ushanka at all times, do not shave, and only take cold sponge baths because hot running water is bourgeoisie decadence. Every day at exactly noon I have the same meal of an expired Maoist MRE I store in a pit covered in old issues of a revolutionary newspaper. I sleep in a bed made of flags from every failed revolution so that they are never forgotten. In the evenings I stare at a picture of vodka by candlelight, but I do not allow myself to drink because there is nothing to celebrate. Every local org has banned me after I attempted to split it by assassinating the leadership. There is no plumbing in my house I shit in a brass bucket with a picture of Gonzalo and Deng french kissing in the bottom of it. My house is actually an overturned T34 in an abandoned junkyard in Wisconsin. I have a single friend in this world and it is a tapeworm named Bordiga that I met after ingesting spoiled borscht on 9/11 in the ruins of building 7 (I blew it up after finding that a nominally leftist NGO inside of it wasn’t sufficiently anti-imperialist, the attacks on the world trade center were a perfect revolutionary moment for me to enact direct praxis against liberalism). My source of income is various MLM schemes in the former soviet bloc that have been running for so long no one remembers who I am, they just keep sending money. I have not paid taxes since McGovern lost the Democratic nomination for president and my faith in electoralism died more brutally than my childhood dog after it got into an entire jar of tylenol. I own 29 fully automatic rusted kalashnikovs and three crates of ammunition entirely incompatible with them or any other firearms I own. My double PHD in marxist economics and 18th century Swiss philosophy (required to understand Engels) sits over the fireplace of my home, my fireplace is a salvaged drum from a 1950s washing machine that was recalled for locking children inside of it. I chose that washing machine model on purpose because I am anti-natalist. During the latest BLM protests I firebombed a Nikes outlet in the middle of a peaceful candlelit vigil. William F Buckley and I wrote hatemail to one another for 47 years until my final letter gave him an aneurysm. The only water I drink is from puddles. George Lucas and I dropped acid together during an MKULTRA southern baptist summer camp and he went on to write the movie Willow about our time together. The best way to test whether an electrical wire is live is to drool on it and shrimp salad is racist. You can make an IED out of potassium and the instructions are online thanks to Timothy McVey, who was actually a committed antifascist communist slandered by the deep state as part of operation condor. Every time a liberal files a restraining order against me, I carve a mark into the wall. I am running out of walls. When Amerika finally collapses I will be ready to lead the revolution. I am very smart and people like being around me.
hope this is a copy pasta
No, everything has to be serious at all times and we cannot find any humor in the absurdity of hell world. The last time I smiled was on August 19th, 1991. I wear a dirty ushanka at all times, do not shave, and only take cold sponge baths because hot running water is bourgeoisie decadence. Every day at exactly noon I have the same meal of an expired Maoist
Nah I’m just kidding, could you imagine lol
So :meow-bounce: is bad because it’s blobby and blobs are for children, but :party-cat: is fine because it’s not blobby?
Genuinely don’t understand the problem with things being stylized
I think neurotypicals are super weird about how you’re not allowed to keep liking certain things because you’ve aged, so if that’s what you mean by fucked concepts of adulthood im right there with you, but from what I understand you’re actually in favor of taking those arbitrary social rules that exist to shame people for harmless things that bring them job to even further extremes…?
i mean, it’s kind of a mess, right? you have the things you might actually want to keep-wonder, expressions of joy, hugging a cat, whatever, and you’re not supposed to do those when you grow up. but you ARE supposed to position yourself in a hierarchy of domination, and you’re not supposed to want to be at the bottom, and you’re also supposed to submit and be meek and fragile and shit. drop the good, keep the bad, is the current position re: childhood and adulthood in modern european descended society.
i agree with the statement above; baby talk is not a good thing, and neither is curtailing your language because you’re talking to people who don’t already know every word you plan on using. people should have chances to grow, to learn and be more than they were, to be exposed to new shit.
