I went and looked last night out of curiosity, and found absolutely vile racism on r/Canada talking about immigration. It was just shy of "deport them all' in the comments.
How did that happen? Just curious.
People getting on a rush hour bus which is the busiest in the city because it's the university line with an obesity scooter and making everyone get off so they can back ever so slowly on, making everyone late, and they have like 90 bags draped all over the scooter because they've just been shopping so there's like no room, AND they've brought their "service dog" who is jumping on the lap of some poor Muslim lady who is obviously terrified of it.
We have this really cool cafe in my city where you can buy buttons when you eat there, like 20 bucks worth, and people who can't afford to buy food can come take six buttons and use them to get a hot meal. I would subsidize the fuck out of it and hopefully open other locations so we could help as many as possible.
Reddit: "Women of Reddit, how do I make you give me sex?"
You should share everything with your SO. No. Don't share finances..
No. I couldn't fall asleep on my own anymore no matter what. Sad but true. I do lie down sometimes but my mind jumps endlessly.
Thank you. Unfortunately people with unstable housing live in tents in parks here. I don't think such shelters exist
I haven't looked at the front page of Reddit since the exodus. I have used it to deshittify Google search results but that's it. I imagine it's absolute garbage by now.
Maybe it was also local to where I was. It was just my general experience that it happened enough to be quite surprising that not one thing was done about it.
For example we had a neighbour when I was growing up who was known to have lost his teaching job for exposing his penis to his students. He exposed himself to my mother one day, and apparently to several other neighbours. His wife was a piano teacher, and despite what he had done pretty much everyone went to piano lessons with her. He would meet you at the door in nothing but his underwear. Nobody did a thing about it. It just seemed very normalized to me.
I was born in the 70s but obviously most of my childhood memories would come from the 80s.
Never really had the chance to get off the ground. But I really truly loved him. I couldn't eat or sleep the feeling was so strong, and it was the same for him.