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Nah. Reptiloids.

DeeDee's fourth day of high school - eight fights, one gun falling out of somebody's pocket. She's all excited - one of her friends got video.

Now my brain hurts.

Congratulations - you have the same birthday as my brother (well, one of them)! Happy birthday to both of you! (PS, sorry if this is a duplicate thread, but one can never have too many happy birthday wishes.)

Meatloaf is good, Salisbury steak is good, SOS is good. It's hard to go wrong with hamburger, unless you helper it. When did it become existential?

I didn't even know that Sept 8 was a thing. My sponsor will be so proud.

Once upon a time, in the dim, dark days of the '00s, I used to call my older daughter on Saturday nights and say, "It's 9:00. Do you know where your convicts are?" ( I used to get the Naruto mangas on interlibrary loan, and almost every time I returned them, they'd be on hold for an inmate at a correctional facility. So we figured that the convicts had to be in the tv lounge, watching Naruto on Toonami.)

We couldn't get that lucky.

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This is why I don't watch the summer games anyways. Bring on the Jamaican bobsledders! Ooh! And the ski jumpers! The agony of defeat!

As a nurse, I am qualified to wipe your ass and save your life, not counsel you on genetics. I did, however, mention that there were syndromes and disorders. Syndromes and disorders are not normal. They do not represent the vast majority of the population. One can wax poetic about atypical phenotypes and multiple X's, but unless one works in a relatively specialized clinical or research position, one may encounter maybe one or two individuals with a DSD in a lifetime. These people are the exception, not the rule. The rule is XX=female, XY=male. And the rule is necessary for us to survive as a species; I'm not running to Google, because I'm in my phone at 6%, but I can't recall any of the multiple X's or Swyer's syndrome being able to reproduce without intervention. I'm sure that you'll find an exception or two; it's been 40 years since I've had to think of this shit(and it was mostly fruit flies) and I only got a B- in it, but anyway...(Yeah, XXX can) In a world where so many people conflate sex with gender, it's like spitting on every biological woman who has fought and trained and struggled for her sport to say that some women have Y chromosomes, and should be allowed to to compete with women with XX chromosomes. In the current climate, where do you draw the line? Yeah, it's sad to deny someone their dream because of a genetic condition, but kids die from genetic conditions, too, and that's even sadder. The tools we have are crude - a testosterone level here, a cheek swab for DNA there. But they're what we've got. And at some point, a line has to be drawn. Maybe an independent diagnosis (like, from not the team doctor), maybe an ultrasound, I don't know. But saying that women with XY chromosomes can compete with women with XX chromosomes without any reservation or caveat is not a reasonable statement.

Biological female humans are not born with a Y chromosome. Biological female humans have two X chromosomes. Biological male humans have an X chromosome and a Y chromosome. I don't care how you live your life or what you call yourself, this is what it comes down to at the end of the day. Science matters. Yes, there are syndromes and disorders that can cause an ambiguous presentation. I'm not going to debate that. I'm in this thread for the Turkish dude and his cat. But for the love of God, I can't sit here and see somebody unironically say that just because a woman has a Y chromosome doesn't mean she isn't a woman, because biologically, that's exactly what it means. It means she's a biological man.

You actually think any of these kids are going to remember that?

Thank you! I'm not explaining why.

What is the name of that really horrible Sean Connery movie where he wears the fluorescent banana hammock with suspenders?

What?😖

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Enjoy as presented.

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I am so sick of that twat doctor shilling her whole body deodorant.

Stop picking on Karens. Read up on the history of the Karen civil war in Burma (I do not use Myanmar out of respect to the many Karen who were my coworkers and patients). Find another name, or call them what they are - entitled, deluded bitches.

Listen carefully - you can hear the sound of whetstones on steel. There can be only one...

Nothing that deep. It just made me laugh because I haven't heard a Kennedy car wash reference in years.

Are you old enough to be making a joke like that?

Meh, sometimes the devil you know is better than the devil you don't.