Chips wrote: ↑Tue, 29. Jan 19, 18:34
I don't know why I'm supposed to rant or get angry about the article.
Read it if it interests you, or to think about something people don't think about, or don't
It's the ridiculousness of "potty parity" being spewed by the article. It is as if society must act to reduce wait times for the ladies restroom because men pee faster, don't bother washing their hands, don't stand around in the restroom checking their makeup, don't make going to the restroom in groups, regardless if one has to pee or not, part of one's social life and a host of other things that don't have much at all to do with actual, real, "potty parity."
It is the fault of men and it is sexual discrimination, according to the article, that might, occasionally, and only in very specific situations, cause women to have to stand in line or wait a little longer in order to pee... "Sexual Discrimination in Potty Parity."
If you have external plumbing and use facilities designed for that, then the article is saying that your fellow external plumbing owners and users are at fault for an occasional, deadly, life-changing, extinction-event-inducing slightly longer wait time for a woman to pee... And, if you have turned a selfish blind eye along with other external-plumbing-priveleged persons, it's your fault too!
Ranting is more "approaching Motorway turn off, there's a few car lengths infront of me as I've closed up to a Lorry as I'm about to exit, and there's about half a km behind me empty in the lane... and a car races up, passes me, then cuts in braking heavily to not hit the lorry... causing me to brake heavily as there's no safe gap and they're overdoing it". Such an inconsiderate moron - just slow and pull in behind where there's tons of space instead of making 2 cars emergency brake to avoid accident. What's more, in doing it that way, neither of us are inconvenienced or dangerous, and it's actually
quicker. That's a good rant
Instead i just calculate whether I could ram them instead and it'd be their fault for dangerous driving or something
Well, a "Good Rant" should serve both the ranter and the rantee...
Both giver and receiver should benefit in some way. The former by some cathartic release of negative emotions and the latter by the positive feelings induced by an entertaining or interesting rant. There's also something else, too - A ranter may actively desire to give the viewer a positive experience rather than just constructing the rant for their own edification. That's the best kind of rant, IMO.
I can't positively benefit too much by experiencing a rant about Vegemite. I dunno wtf it really is, to begin with, and have never encountered it in the wild. BUT, if the ranter constructed their rant with the intent of entertaining the viewer, I'd probably get something positive out of experiencing it even if I didn't understand it all. Those are always the "Award Winning" rants.
Here's a "driving related" rant. It's true. It happened to me yesterday. And, since it's related to driving experiences, most people here would understand it so that makes it double-plus good... If someone could write it well.
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So, an arctic coldaggedon is striking the US right now. It's supposed to be suitably nutshrivelingly cold. It's the "be sure to take your pets inside" cold that results in a ""cats stuck to concrete kind of experience for people who ignore the warnings. (And that own cats) So, what do people do when the local weatherperson tells them that their friggin janglies are going to freeze off and they should expect a quarter-of-an-inch to fifty-feet of snow and ice to accompany it? They go to the darn grocery store.
I had no knowledge of the upcoming coldaggedon. ZERO! I didn't know about it because I don't pay attention to stuffs. All sorts of stuffs, like "clean socks" and "Emergency Weather Alerts" are safely avoided in being known by me. These are life-effecting things that I ignore on purpose because that's just how I roll. So, imagine my surprise when, yet again, the grocery story parking lot was filled with minivans and THERE WAS A LINE OF AUTOS waiting to enter the darn Airport-Sized "HUGE ASS PARKING LOT™" parking lot at the grocery store!
As soon as I saw the line of cars waiting to enter parking lot, I knew - Someone announced a grocery store invasion and my life as a grocery-store shopper would be filled with senior citizens trying to write checks at the register, soccer-moms with kids in tow that may not even be theirs, at least three young kids screaming incoherently at all times because there's always an aisle reserved for that, people who have never, ever, been to a grocery-store before and then people like me, who don't want to be there at all but have run out of food at home. It's either go to the grocery store or shoot my neighbor's cats and eat them. Kind of difficult decision, really, all things considered. I almost turned around, but cat always sticks in my teeth.
Here's the thing and it ties in with the article that I posted above: Do you have any idea what caused the stalling lines to maneuver one's automobile into the "Huge Ass Parking Lot ™" at the grocery store? No, it wasn't simply because there were a lot of people panicking because they didn't have doughnuts, it was because of women in minivans...
(I love women, so don't get me wrong! They're pretty cool. I also fully respect a woman's right to operate a motor vehicle. This is "satire." It's "parody." It's also true, which makes this a fact-filled documentary offered for scientificky purposes.)
See, here's the problem: These grocery-store Valkyries pull into the parking lot and immediately motor to the front of the store entrance as fast as they can, no matter if its a good idea for them to run over toddlers or not. Then, they hit the brakes, hard. I don't mean that they "slow down to a reasonable speed." I mean they slam on the brakes as soon as they get in front of the store entrance. And then, do you know what they do? They increase their "speed" to 1 mph and look down each row of parked cars, using their genetically enhanced capability to detect the closest possible parking space to the entrance to the friggin' grocery store. The closest one out of all the closest ones. The Very Closest. The are all looking for "The One."
This takes time. This means that they must complete a full survey of all the rows of parking spaces. This means that the whole friggin parking lot turns into one giant friggin' Maypole-like dance of road-salt stained minivans ceaselessly circling the parking lot, all looking for "that one parking space that will compete their lives, forever." This also means that Carmageddon is real and people are dying while waiting in the road's turn lane to enter the Huge Ass Parking Lot ™. This means that dozens of pygmies and at least three wallabies have died to minivanpometrically-induced global warming.
Meanwhile, me and the other bachelors-who-dont-give-a-crap deftly maneuver out of the chaos of The Endless Dance will park in the first available space we can find and WALK (that thing people do with their feet) to the entrance of the grocery store. And, you know what? Every single one of us walking to the grocery store was staring at "The Dance" with that squinty "
Not quite a wtf is going on here look, but wtf is going on here" look. Every_single_one_of_us. Every traveling pedestrian in that parking lot was rubbernecking at the confusion of minivans. Part of that is simply the act of self-preservation. We were all reminded of our mortality because it's pretty depressing to have to look at the tire marks on the fluffy little toddler-sized Northface jackets littering the ground where ravaging minivans driven by insane Valkyries have claimed yet another victim.
And, those desperate minvan drivers on their holy Crusade to find "THE ONE" parking spot that is closest? They're all on cell-phones, complaining to anyone who will listen that "there aren't any parking spaces at the grocery store."
This happened to me at around 6:00 pm, Monday, January 29'th, 2019. I was able to successfully return home at 6:45'ish pm or so. Once I entered the Huge Ass Parking Lot ™ it took me less than a minute to park my car. I'm sure there were still some minivans that remained caught in "The Dance" as I was making my way home. I was blissfully free.
PS - There is only one thing that I truly enjoyed about going to the grocery store, yesterday. No matter how cold it is outside, no matter terrible weather of any sort, there's a local Yoga Pant Army that is always flowing in and out of a large local health/workout/gym/aerobics/yoga/new-age-crystal-latte complex. They also happen to eat food and, thus, go to the grocery store. Now, some of them shouldn't be wearing yoga pants. It's their "Right", to be sure. But, for some... just no. Don't do it. However, many of the award-winning members of the Yoga Pant Army were in attendance at the grocery store, last night, so at least the scenery was nice...