Doesn’t matter. Green Mario is perfect. Working class, deals with literal shit daily, is scared of everything, and still does the thing. Red Mario has it easy, he’s not scared of CEO Bowser, he doesn’t have to overcome his fear - because he’s confident. Which is cool, good for him. But Red Mario is unachievable as a role model. Be more like Green Mario who does it scared, who does it alone, who does it anyway.

“Let’s see one upvoted opinion in favour of killing this healthy cat. Echo chamber!”

What about society exactly do I not understand?

Yes. And I’m tired of pretending otherwise.

a lot of people will sit on their ass all day and take advantage of it

And they’d be entitled to just that. That’s the point: nobody being forced to work just to survive. You don’t understand the concept.

True, I just wanted to phrase it in the terms of capitalism.

I don’t follow?

At first, maybe. But that’s the neat thing about capitalism and the free market: the first to lower their prices again has a huge advantage. There’s always an incentive to operate at minimal profit.

Why wouldn’t UBI and capitalism be able to coexist? It makes MORE capitalism possible, as it were, expanding its principles of supply and demand to fields such as employment. Right now, people need a job, any job, and if there’s no job that fulfills your needs, tough - you take the shitty one and you’ll like it. With a UBI, you could shop around for the perfect job, choosing the best offer, or not “buy” at all right now because the market doesn’t offer what you want and it’s not like you’re going to starve without a job. Employers would be forced to make YOU an offer that YOU can accept and if they can’t operate under these circumstance, tough. Capitalism in a nutshell, really.

And? CEOs seem to be welcome there.

Everyone knows the best memes are those prepared in advance and committee-designed to be memes.

The infamous Handy that I’m typing this on.

If I didn’t think it was funny myself, why would I tell it to anyone?

My younger sister started watching Sailor Moon in '96. I occasionally joined her to mock her for it. Then I noticed it was the absolute shit and I became a bigger fan than she was.

I unironically credit Sailor Moon (and anime) with changing the course of my life because, although it gave my bullies another target on my back, it helped me through school while at least keeping some semblance of sanity. I met my husband in the Sailor Moon online community of the early internet, I majored in Japanese at university, and I learnt to draw because I wanted to recreate what I saw on screen.

If my sister hadn’t watched that dumb kiddie cartoon, I would not be where I am.

What does that entail?

So did I exist before? Am I effectively offing myself? There’s too many unknowns here.

Depends. What’s the alternative?

Huel. I’m just waiting for some random internet person doctor to tell me how exactly I’m making my already shaky health significantly worse because I’m too lazy tired for anything more than powder in water.

Also, the decades-old radiator in my flat is probably just spewing all sorts of hazardous particles and nobody will know until they do an autopsy on me.

Because spez was being a dip shit. Other than that, yeah, idklol

Being forced to stop doing a thing I’m in the middle of.

Ah shi- that’s the one I was missing. New account who dis and all. Thank you lol