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As we all know, not all working tags on this site are conveniently located on top, and often they open due to experienced users or just inquisitive people. It was the number of the latter that belonged to the user of Zeron, thanks to the question of which, in fact, this smoking room appeared.
I think many of those who created blogs have come across such a problem – you need to demonstrate a particular element of the game (for example, a variety of locations), but the arrangement of these one after another makes an article aesthetically uneven and ugly, so you have to dodge or go opposite your sense of beautiful … or use the tag
. Everything works very simple:
The main thing is not to believe the “preamm” – the result can only be seen by fully throwing the blog into the “draft”.
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Who likes feminism here? I will be surprised if someone raises his hand. I prefer to blame the third wave of currents, originated at the turn of millennia in developed countries and enraged from fat from non -chief to do. As a result, raised by her representatives (representatives?) hysteria under the cover of “common sense” and “obviousness”, in the worst traditions of freedom of speech, won a narrative one victory after another over actual, not only and not so much a culture of rape as everyone and everything. The people, not receiving in the discussions of adequate argument and seeing the duplicity of this hunt for witches (because it is difficult to imagine in the modern world of a person involved exclusively in oppressed groups and cut off from privileges in relation to anyone; anyone can get to anyone and for anything, but this is not justice), which is natural and does not answer the initial question.
The atmosphere generated by the third wave allows Western society to find the promotion of oppressed and depressing oppressed even in such a played by the intercetic ideas of the game as “Detroit: Statin Stati”. If without spoilers, the game tells the story of the passage of the path of self-awareness into the board of the robotic android, dilutes it with the adventures of the main character of the short-term short film of the 12th year, trying to become a mother to a little girl, and all this against the backdrop of the global uprising of cars who declared self-awareness who demanded the rights and declared the readiness of all this good. It has a full of disgusting white men, or directly enjoying their disgust, or at least repenting of their sins, and all good examples are given to robots or, in rare cases, those people who can die during the game. Racial segregation, mockery of robots, their operation and murder, all this, shown from a negative point of view, in the game so stormed that the propaganda of such behavior can only be called a person who has been beaten on his head. However, fighters for social justice succeed and this. However, with the games they generally have the most strange relationships: these guys (and girls) are ready to wet the GTA for hours for the opportunity to deal with a prostitute after sex, but at the same time they calmly praise the thoughts (with an antagonist woman) for ridicuating masculinity and for male sources of all the problems that the GG solves according to the plot.
But back to Detroit. The cornerstone scene of the plot is the television show of Marcus to people. He first turns off the skin imitation for the first time, looks directly into the camera, and thus turns directly to the player. In combination with music, atmosphere and the technical development of consoles, a cool effect of presence is created, and you involuntarily put yourself in the place of a person from a game listening to a message from cars. So what thoughts are laid down in his speech? The player chooses them, and for one entry to listen to them all will not succeed, but YouTubu is subject to everything.
https: // www.YouTube.COM/Watch?v = pfywa8vpp4y freedom of speech, the destruction of slavery, equal rights, recognition, justice, termination of segregation, the right to equal wages, to control the android factories, to the territory. Exclusively American topics naked on the struggle of black citizens for their freedoms. So I perceived this whole story with one big curtsy towards blacks and the history of movement for their rights. However, then, with the presentation of one psychologist you know, I read a book about the problem of perception of women in a psychological scientific field. And the gears in my head came in motion.
The unconditional achievement of the first wave of feminism was the political equality with men, fixed at the legislative level. According to the results of the speeches, at the beginning of the 20th century, electoral and property law became guaranteed for both sexes. However, the public perception of women still remained at the level of “that the clerk and housewife can say? », And similar sentiments were distributed both in the lower layers and in the political elite. This was the fuel to launch the second wave of feminism in the 60s of the last century, which was fighting for the elimination of the no longer legalized, but established in society of the sexuals.
The result of their struggle was, for example, my personal life experience, in which women from my neighboring environment were not only not subjected to humiliating their mental abilities and labor rights, but also proved superiority over many men over and over again. From disenfranchised creatures that did not have either the right to vote, nor recognition as capable of committing or coming up with anything significant, universally common 100 years ago, there was no trace in my life. Today to break through a smart and capable woman is almost as easy as the like men. At the same time, the echoes of the old foundations are preserved, and therefore social elevators for stupid and unteded people of different sexes vary – women have much more ways to rise from the lower classes, but the men have only heavy arable. But this is another question.
And now imagine my surprise when by reading “Mother. Madonna. Harlots ”it turned out that these foundations relate to business of 100+ years ago, and even not 50 years old, but right by the decade of my birth. Back in the 90s, psychologists (psychologists. ) The absence of a member was everywhere considered the main female problem, and they refused them in diagnoses and their analogues, which were diagnosed to men, and, flowing out of this, treated more carelessly than men. Maybe we are spoiled here by Vika, who is an example of all our might to understand and accept a specialist, but for me it was a shock that what I absolutely understand now, the masters of human souls did not understand thirty years ago.
And in Detroit, approximately the same attitude of people to robots is shown. The entire background line of the game is the struggle for recognizing your lives with real lives, your problems with real problems, and your thoughts with real thoughts. Women did this long before the blacks, and all over the planet, and not only in North America. Think about: one of the two human sexes existing on the planet Not perceived as equal and neighboring. It was perceived as the lower form. And right just recently. People, and much more stupid, and much more smart than I and you.
I do not urge now to publicly repent and hourly honor my privileges. As well as praise women near you. People need to be perceived exclusively individually, whether they are at least purple of the skin of the skin and with genitals that are different from humanity, and you need to perceive them for their affairs and merits. But for what he did, I like feminism, and I can’t help but write out a great gratitude to fate for not born for a couple of centuries early and without a member between my legs, because in terms of status I would have a ferty robot, which has a certain function, beyond which I could not escape, and the owners of life, outwardly not distinguished from me, would have been commanded, and I could have been commanded, and I could have caused me, and I could have caused me.I have all sorts of harm for which if they were waiting for them, then much less than if a man was in my place. Thanks to Detroit for helping to build this analogy. Thanks to Vick for the presented book. And thanks to feminism until the end of the 20th century for an example of a long, painful, but relatively unobshadowous revolution.
P.WITH. This post is written in case of capture by women or robots of power to save their own ass, Kill All Human/Men
Well, you are embarrassed to do a post-gallery, I can understand.
But for a long time I can’t understand why there is no blog with you with any code name “How I learned to draw or well, what for the beaten paths, I will go to a dream”.
Your material is in bulk, and the Sabzha’s message itself – “I am learning to draw” – frees you from the torment of apparent immodesty. I would read. I’m sure not only me.
Well, let’s light a little action in this sluggish refuge of old phags.
Playing a fascinating quest with Rainbow-spins.uk numerous passage options, a non -linear plot, but rather flat characters called “Do not get into the Russian army”, found himself outside his comfort zone – in sunny St. Petersburg. Raising a telephone pipe in his hometown and hearing a lively offer: “Petya Pushkin? The autumn appeal begins soon, and you are the only one for the service of the young man throughout the city. And even with the highest. We invite you to come to the commissariat, get berets, a white robe and stand in a scientific company. You will scientifically paint the grass and scientifically march on the parade ground, ”Stirlitz began feverishly pondering excuses.
And the excuse was found – the continuation of the grave process of the granite of the granite of science. But since all scientific teeth have already been knocked out over the years of training by an impenetrable Soviet bureaucracy, hopelessness of research, and cheism of both the teachers and personal, your humble servant was ready to maximize granite in the seagulls and try to chew it to a -aisle gums.
One way or another, having left the place in the Far North to the most sunny and warm places – namely Peter, began to pull the hard strap further. But not in the berets. I will speak out about St. Petersburg in another Kulstori, but if in one sentence: rams, oh, noise, gam, crush, heat, rams behind cars, rams everywhere.
Since my faithful iron horse remained at home, and you need to occupy yourself at least something, I decided to try to look for communication in Tinder. BAM, sam, a self -made self -made, the description rolled in a familiar manner, threw a fishing rod and began to cough. Surprisingly, the catch was pretty good-three or four coincidences per day, which undoubtedly raised my self-esteem, until it was dropped by Nayukh back a couple of days, when I did not find out from one of these “coincided” ones that their “couples” were calculated by hundreds.
But the essence is absolutely not in that. And the essence, as they say, in the journey itself. What did I find out, spending about a month on this crap?
1. For reasons completely incomprehensible to me, for some reason, like the youngsters. And to the youngsters, not in the sense of 18-19 years, but in the sense of 16-17, who put themselves in profiles of 18 years and are silent to the last about the existence of their unconnected school diary, missed lesson of labor on Saturday and Homework for tomorrow.
To check the degree of adequacy of this layer of ladies, I began to carry absolute nonsense. I joked some unprintable, stupid jokes. Freezelno. Frankly fooling around. And he received phones, recognition and proposals to go once again on Venom, then to some next Russian comedy.
For Comrade Major: I am a responsible citizen and stopped all obscene insinuations as soon as I recognized the real age of these liars.
2. By, again, completely incomprehensible to me, I manage to fly like plywood past girls of my age. « You remind me of the former ». « You remind me of my father ». “You remind me of Nikolai Drozdov, because your voice and manner of speech are similar to him, and I would buy audio books voiced by you” (you will fuck, I do not look like a voice to Drozdov). « You are too cynically joking and crushing, I love more kind and soft people ». « You are too kind person, I want to be next to the tougher and more assertive ». « You have a character – as you run into you, and you will eat ».
The tower was one girl who, as her photo, set itself in a dimensionless nightie with snags slippers. She talked with the use of “nya”, “Ururu” and “mimimi”. I watched cartoons under a blanket. And half of its vocabulary was made up by Mabel from Gravity Falls. So. So. For her, I turned out to be « too cute and she gets tired of being sweet in response ».
And, the funniest, I did not change my behavior from one case to another at all.
Because the elite, beautiful, clean, elegant and stately visitors to the smoking room does not go to Gamirmir. Inputs from the discord and VK go there)) 00
Already November, and you can’t all this unfortunate smoking chicken. Well, what, in this case, we continue to crap kulstory like pies.
Cool story at a decent number 2: « Peter – shit ».
And so, briefly, I will outline my discontent with the cultural capital and Petrogodorogorozhniye:
1. Everyone is silent like dog devils. Cigarettes, cigars, cigarettes, waves – resulting smoke curtains can be used in tactical combat maneuvers of the Belarusian third fleet. Smolled on the streets everywhere – in lanes, on the streets, at stops, at the entrances of buildings, at the door, at the monuments, on the embankments, in the crowds of people. It’s not that my Alma Mater was the homeland for some non-smokers, but there they at least slow down somewhere in the backyards. And in St. Petersburg, I first saw when people are just in a brave in the crowd and continue to move. Just ochering. You overtake such a mobile cancerous bag of bones, then then come across exactly the same one that smokes again in front of you and again cuddles with his smoke throughout the crowd. Fagots.
2. Mad Max 4: Road Baranov. We will make a small remark: in my hometown, a rather high median age. This is due to the fact that the former closed city in the far north with an armful of state enterprises. The scoop fell apart, the enterprises are still convulsed and almost all the youth leaves where can they. As a result, the city remain mainly 40-50 year old factory workers. The whole temperament of youth disappeared, all the craving for life was departed by polar nights and on the roads people calmly ride on their business. The largest violation of traffic rules I saw was the turn of the car at the intersection, where this very turn was prohibited. And no one bibsed him. And in principle, no one in the city bibs, preferring to enjoy oppressive silence.
So, holding this background in my mind, imagine my yuching when I arrived in St. Petersburg on the first day, walked along the sidewalk [separated by trees and lawn from the roadway] and I hear a long crax in my back. I turn around – and there a certain asshole, demanding to give way to him calmly along the fenced sidewalk. Fuck with you. He went away. After thirty seconds again, Claxon is another asshole. And one more. And one more. For my 15 minutes of walking along the sidewalk, I counted 4 cars, in this way to go around the cork.
But the most magnificent mise -en -scene happened at the exit of the metro. I get up, I get out of the lobby – I see a collection machine. Stopped and thought: there is no passage to the subway. Everything is fenced with pillars, fences and stairs. And then the car touches, brazenly bibs the crowd of people leaving the metro. Jumps up the stairs, rides further calmly at a bus stop. He turns on a pedestrian pedestrian and calmly on the green for pedestrians, the light crosses the road right along the zebra. Amazing.
And this is not mentioning the rams who occupy the extreme rows, leaving their cars with the accidents on. Baranov who get up at bus stops and wait until they have a signal of 5 times. Baranov who rod on a green light through a zebra, Bibbating to people, they say: « miss, fagots ». Ale, Peter. You are a cultural capital or where?
3. Barana on two legs. While I was looking for a place for housing, I was just faced with the wildest amount of durable, racism and idiocy. Horseradish you will find an apartment if you are not a purebred Russian. I would not be surprised if I had been asked for a pedigree when drawing up a contract and determined the percentage of foreign blood in my ancestors. One lady in general for some hell said: “You, visitors, only bring dirt with you”. To which, in principle, was naturally sent by the fucking, with the anticipation of the certified family tree, including Lomonosov in Pra-Pra-Pra-Treasurous uncles and the recorded accommodation of all relatives in holmogurs over the past 400.
In the first week I was young, naive and courting, maneuvering people in the crowds and trying not to cause people inconvenience. When I was struck on the shoulder in the shoulder for the third time that the bag flew already so well, I decided – hell with you, I will walk the same.
The Petrogodarodiyeans in their lives have never heard of the rule of the right hand, because the whole stream of people on the streets is completely Dick, unpredictable and frankly miserable. The domestic ordering was not dreamed of here.
And everyone is constantly yelling.
Owl is very, very right, you have all the reasons to get out of the shell and be born a post with your drawings. We have no universal multi -way to put you up to your laughing stock, people like your work and you just give a tooth to tell the people about how you came to this, how many doubts you had and how you found the strength to cope with them and continue to improve yourself. As you manage to draw, not only everyone can do, but in principle a minority, you understand? ) And if the post motivates at least one person to go and start drawing, then you will already do a good, kind and correct thing. And this is much more important than the side and not the most pleasant need to listen to praise. Dare with:
I really like to share knowledge. Interest in the eyes of the interlocutors, taking off his eyebrows at the moment when he finds out something new and he himself likes it-I am a rod from the fact that someone had experienced the same emotion that I experienced when I learned about it/heard from others. But in this world there are 2 topics that are better not to speak with me: evolution and biography of serial killers. You then instantly turn into the listener, all that I will need from you is a periodic urging – and I will provide the conversation myself ^ _ ^ And if God forbid, I will see at least a share of interest – run. Run without looking back. I’m not a tear from you. I will spit whether you want to eat, drink, to the toilet, I haven’t told so much yet, wait. 111
Over time, I realized that if you can pour more or less to everyone in a row about evolution, then it’s better about maniacs with anyone at all. Because even strong in spirit at some stage begin to fidget nervously. And as I was once admitted: not so much from what you tell, but from how. With insanely burning eyes, enthusiastically and in detail. The interlocutor simply stupidly begins to ask the question: “She is normal in general? I don’t have to tick? ». I understand them and once decided to just hang on the topic of the lock. Let it be personal, with no one divided interest. What people are nervous.
With classmates, when they discussed who plans to go to which sphere, I never hid that I was considering criminal psychology as one of the 3 options, but “not yet sure”. But, in fact, no one plunged into “what, why”, and I did not seek to disclose it.
Another couple, the first lecture of the subject « Deviant behavior ». The teacher is a young woman, alive, humorous, firmly talks about where she studied, how her interest in devastology was formed and generally. Then he asks the question: “Everyone plans to continue to work in psychology? ». We, of course, will drive in chorus. Go the second higher to a clinical specialty, suffer over anatomy, combine with work, in order to continue to sit in offices later? Fucking? 🙂 Then she asks: “And in what areas someone has already decided? ». There is silence in the hall. I look around my colleagues, no one is obviously going to answer, and the presenter, the waiter, shoots her eyes at different angles of the audience. I raise my hand.
– I have not yet been fully decided, but I consider two options: neuropsychology, but not childhood, or criminal, mainly murders.
The teacher was clearly revived, smiled.
– Oh, crime, yes, I was also interested! Why do you need this?
I explain that this kind of biographies of serial killers are delighted in its kind, where the formation of pathology is often clearly traced, there are a lot in common with different people, etc.p.
The teacher revived even more.
-Yes, but now, we take it, Chikatilo, for example,-I blurred in a smile, because by coincidence, the last month I actively studied just his life: « Coincidence-Swarks », I think-injuring events in his life are very conditional.
“Why are it arbitrary,” I ask, “well, if, of course, we take by the starting point, which was generally the actual criminal, given how the investigation was conducted.
-Here, firstly, yes, and secondly, what was there such a traumatic? I was just interested in his personality too-a lady-blessed dandelion smiles at a smiles.
I relaxed. Firstly, the subject of murders also concerns, t.e. This is in the subject. Secondly, a person who is also « interested in a person ». Thirdly, she herself asks me, a psycho by “telling an interesting”, share. I took off the lock. And for the first time in many years, she broadcast about this one except her husband.
-Well, we begin with the fact that his childhood was in the military and post-war years, where, in addition to the cruelty of the war, he collided with total hunger, which was reflected in the features of his ontogenesis, organic deviations are clearly monitored in the background of malnutrition, which later at the examination at the Serbian institute was confirmed, the presentation somehow nodded uncertainly, the smile at her lips became strong, the smile became strong.- Then recall his brother of the elder, who, of course, is incomprehensible, his fiction, his mother or truth, but the fact is that the child lived in a world where cannibalism is real. And not just “somewhere there”, but, behind the threshold, ”the teacher nodded lively and said“ Dadada ”-“ Ok, you know ”, I think to myself. “Further, he was very likely to be present when his mother rape,“ the smile of completely went out, “and the centers of sexual excitement,” I continue, “were too sensitive, which is why the ejaculation came without direct contact, which, against the background of the general schizoid-epileptoid type of personality, caused excessively painful experiences of its own sexual insolvency, and with it.There was no directly penetration with his victims, the knife in his case imitated the penis, which is especially clearly visible on the nature of the damage: the movement of the knife in the flesh was like the movement of a penis during sexual intercourse (and showing an imaginary monastery-masteum).
“Oh, what are the details,” the teacher fidgeted, pulling on her previous smile, which was no longer distinguished by that openness and carefree.
At this moment, I paid attention to classmates, t.To. Before that, I, according to my usual style, entered the rage and I did not spit on everything around: the grave silence, no one looks at me, my shoulders are raised, my backs are tense. « B*yat » – I think – « Relaxed, called ».
The teacher looks at me for a moment, apparently thinking what to do next. I could continue and generally take it all a couple, but again hung a lock. Was and enough, be silent further. I sit, in fact, I am silent, I look at her.
“Okay …” she said, “someone else?
“After that, it is somehow not,” my classmate smiled, the rest laughed slightly nervously and we moved to the directly occupation: definition, subject/object of deviantology, tasks, spheres-all the persimmony inherent in the first lecture.
So we live, Sobsna.
The worst idea that can come to mind to distract shallow (nephews) from eating your brain is to go to the children’s world with them, to children.Bitch.World. Yes, I only now realize all the genius of this act. Listen to persuasion for an hour: buy! Buy! And then walk and lay out toys on the shelves for an hour. (Well, maybe not so long, but it seemed to the whole eternity!) After long debate, they came to the decision, about the peaceful settlement of this situation, on quite tolerable conditions: one toy for each and “we will behave well all day! »(Running ahead, I will say that the small -sidedly unilaterally left the contract, even after the fulfillment of the conditions they set. Conclusion: Do not trust small men!). The tribes went to choose toys, and I sat on the sofa near the store and thought that at least half an hour I could sit on the phone … They ran out of the store in five minutes = _ =: “We chose! »
First, let’s go watch a toy for a girl. Girl’s Lego (blasphemy!), but cute [looking at the price tag] even very nice! Okay, take it! Further! We go watch a toy for a boy, go around the corner of a long rack, and he immediately extends his hand forward, pointing to the largest toy on the shelf. I raise my eyes from the phone and, in view of my Armenodity, I look first of all at the price tag, and I am preparing to say a veiled one, slowly raising my eyes to the toy. And then I think ..
– Well?
– And you are sure that this is exactly the toy that you need now?
– Daaaaa!
– Okay, small, persuaded!
> I’m cool!
> I’m Batman!
> I am aragorn, son of Aurnna, heir to Isildur!
> I am a descendant of the ancient armored race, that thousands of years ago I went from heaven to earth in order to bring civilization to this world!
> Lolarly people divorced me for purchases in the Tricky world ..
The issue of the depersonenth, what are all such Kazlfs here? Finally! There is no rest to fall asleep I can not beg the right buttock with indignation. UNITARY AVARTIC ABOUT AND STNICHICH NIKA. Teeth do not brush milk do not drink sauce chipotl order socks do not wash their panties do not dwell.
Smokers Mirarant! Blgogi Power, I hate everything shorter, just do not be offended. Pissing a twill so as not to give out a real AKCK to and not grab the minuses
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Foot akimi BFT.
Oh, typical Google request after the introduction of a new format of the history of the series (͡ ° ͜ʖ °)
