captain_aggravated

At this point, they're either you plug them in and they work, or you're in for a fight.

Being able to look something up is a skill.

There was a very brief window of time where we had very powerful tools that, to some of us, made that task very easy. That time I think is passing.

Both sets of my grandparents and all of the great grandparents I'd met were the same way. Married once, raised a family on one or pretty much one income, remained married until one passed away. My great grandmother, her son my grandfather, the last thing I heard either of them say was they missed their departed spouses.

Every male ancestor of mine I've met went out into the world, found employment that paid enough to support a family, found a faithful woman, married her, took care of her, kept her safe, made sure she had what she needed, and in return, she took care of him. I go out in the world, I don't find employment like that, or women like that. I don't get to own a farm like my great grandfather, I don't get to work a union job in a factory like my grandfather, I don't get given a government job in a brand new high tech field while I'm in school like my father. I get to pay back student loans on poverty level wages and women who are just as demanding but not at all supportive and somehow I'm the one in the wrong?

Take a single 640x480 jpeg and spend a minute and a half uploading it to Geocities.

I live in a small town. The town has a couple vans that old people can call to be driven to the doctor. And like all government services and social safety nets, it's gonna be gone by the time it's my turn. If I'm going somewhere, it's my car, my bike or my feet.

What’s one piece of advice you’d give younger people on dating?

Don't. Is my advice for younger people. Don't date. The concept of romance is an elaborate lie invented by the DeBeers cartel to generate a market for blood diamonds. Whole damn thing is a scam. Of all the things people do to each other, love isn't one of them. Get sterilized, and then fuck as many people as you want, forget "dating."

I’m greatful for my husband’s vulnerability...Its not a big thing for me to do to show I support him and his feelings.

This paragraph reminds me of two things.

Remember Felix Baumgartner? The dude who jumped from that high altitude balloon in a space suit like a decade ago, died this July in a paragliding accident? While he was training for that jump, he developed a bad case of claustrophobia for that space suit. Sitting around while his crew worked on him with this acrylic bubble right there around his face, it started to freak him out. Got to the point he couldn't stand putting the suit on. He asked a NASA astronaut if they ever have trouble with trainees having claustrophobia problems. The reply was "Yes, it happens from time to time." What does NASA do about it? "We wash that guy out and get a trainee that can handle it." Welcome to dating as a man, if you aren't always perfect we'll just break up with you and find someone who is. Again, don't date.

Girl who spent six months telling me everything she thought I wanted to hear before she got sick of living the lie #1 is the chick I have those young couple nesting memories with. Fixer upper house, painting walls, cooking that first meal without parental supervision and finding what our parents forgot to teach us. Which in our case, four boomers failed to teach two millennials how to make mashed potatoes. There we were, two college-educated registered voters standing side by side staring down at two whole russets in a pot, poking at them with a fork saying "Maybe we should have cut these up?"

One day she asked me to help her change the bed sheets. Sure. We pull all the sheets off, she carries them to the laundry room and comes back with the fresh sheets, she hands me a pillow case and says "I've got a Monica from Friends thing about this: my pillows have this zipper on them, see? I always put that in the closed end of the pillow so it can't scratch my face while I sleep." When I responded "That makes perfect sense. I'm not used to pillows with zippers but now that I've seen one that seems to be the correct way to case them. I'll always do it like that." she seemed disappointed with that answer, and to this day I don't understand why.

For six months we were inseparable. Constantly talking, constantly together. She gradually stopped wanting to sleep with me, or visit me, or speak to me. Her habits changed, she started resenting things she said she liked, changed her stance on topics we used to agree on. Never told me why, never tried to discuss anything, shut me down when I tried, then I just...never heard from her again. The girl I invented mashed potatoes with just faded out of my life. I don't think she ever was the person I thought I knew.

What world do you want to live in?

I want to live in the world my father does, where the people around you uphold their end of the bargains they make. I don't live in that world.

My father's schools upheld their end of the bargain, they built for him a brand new high school, in fact it was still under construction his freshman year. State of the art school, brand new facilities, it was the first school in the state to have a computer. They taught computer programming classes, which my father took. The man had a job working for the school system programming computers before he even graduated. They actually bent a lot of rules for him. He's worked that career ever since, getting regular pay raises, retirement and healthcare benefits, paid sick leave and vacation time.

I was sent to a 45 year old high school, the budget was slipping and class sizes were increasing. The computer classes offered to me in the 2000s were basic usage of MS Office. I took carpentry and auto shop classes, and employment prospects out of high school were all poverty level; I had to go find a job, and the job I got was changing oil and tires at a locally owned garage for $7.25 an hour. Minimum wage at the time was $5.15. I was an hourly employee and the only benefit I had was they issued and cleaned uniforms. I'd been very strongly told a high school education is next to useless these days, and that if I wanted to live above the poverty line I'd have to go to college. I went to college, majored in aeronautics, emerged as a licensed pilot...in the spring of 2008. The bottom fell out of the economy and there were no jobs to be had, the news was talking about people with master's degrees working at Subway. I was back to living at home transcribing auto insurance phone calls for $8 an hour. Two years worth of additional training at my own expense later I managed to land a job teaching flight lessons for $12,000 a year.

My father met a girl, dated for a bit, got married in his mid-20's. He was the sole breadwinner, she tended the house. A few years in, they have their one and only child. He goes to work, she does the child rearing. By the time I was in middle school, she gets a job as a secretary mostly out of boredom, her paycheck is a small fraction of my father's who is effectively still the provider. For both of them, this is their one and only marriage, they're happily married to this day.

I never married. Had several girlfriends through high school and college, working at the flight school occupied nearly all of my time for not a living wage, I didn't even try to date during that time because I was focused on work. I looked up, and the scene had changed. Since then, I've dated three women, all three lasted about six months, all three of them outright lied to me about who they were, what they wanted, telling me what they thought I wanted to hear and agreeing with everything I said, and they were each able to keep up the lie for about 6 months. The most recent one was a nurse, she disappeared into the pandemic and I never saw or heard from her again. I haven't tried to date in 5 years, because why bother? I'm a bachelor. Never married, no children.

It's become popular feminist nonsense to refuse to take her husband's name. Keeping separate finances, spending his money on essentials. A lot of women are very vocal about planning to escape a marriage before you've even met the man. And yet I'm supposed to stand at an altar listening to some chick say "til death do us part?" When I went out into the workforce and practically all of the men older than me have some horror story about their "First wife?"

I'm supposed to be her protector? Hear broken glass in the middle of the night and it's my happy ass getting up in my boxer shorts, getting the shotgun out of the safe in the closet and going downstairs while she stays in bed? While seeing me sad is more than she's willing to put up with?

I can't trust anybody on this world because they'd rather collapse the economy than allow me to earn a living. Women expect me to behave like my father, renovating a house and buying new cars as a single breadwinner straight out of high school, when that is not the economic reality us millennials live in.

The “your check is ours, my check is mine” girls are outliers

They most certainly are not. It is not uncommon to find a woman who, when asked "What do you bring to the table" will respond "I am the table." Hell, the girls in the original article say they're living at home with parents because life is too expensive, but their bare minimum standards for a man is financial independence and ability to be a provider. What's a provider other than someone who pays most or all of the bills? They're not rare and they're not shy about it.

What treason? impersonating nobility, sure. but how is that treason?

Would that massless box also be a perfect insulator? My understanding of thermodynamics breaks at "massless". Assuming it's a solid, sunlight would heat it, and that heat would be conducted to Jupiter, but again an object with a mass of zero breaks the math.

Is your massless box a better thermal insulator than the vacuum of space?

It is also my understanding that Jupiter, unique among our planets, radiates more heat into space from it's own contraction than it receives from the Sun.

The understanding of a "confined" gas I got from high school physics class is one in a sealed rigid container, so both the volume and mass of the gas was constant. I did a lot of solving PV=nRT a lot, and there was a lot of "What is the pressure of x kilograms of this gas in a y liter container at z celsius?" Convert kilos of that gas to mols, convert celsius to kelvin, plug and chug. Or we'd calculate things like, you have a pneumatic cylinder with this much gas in it, the cylinder's dimensions are this by that, there's a weight on the piston, increasing the temperature by this much, how far will it lift the piston? So, maybe a more robust way of stating it is we're holding all factors constant except one independent variable and one dependent variable.

It occurs to me that we only did that kind of thing to dimensions of human machinery. That kind of math can reasonably model the physics of, say, a steam engine. But you can scale the apparatus up to the point that other factors become significant, I suppose is the breakdown here.

Earth's atmosphere is held to the planet by gravity but the force of pressure can resist gravity; heat up the atmosphere and it expands up into space. Gravity works almost like a balloon in that way, heat the contents of a balloon and it expands. Except gravity causes a pressure gradient throughout the gas in a way an elastic balloon doesn't. When we're talking about planetary atmosphere scale, we get into different areas of it being heated unevenly, and it taking significant time for air to move around and equalize pressures and densities...

When I initially asked the question, I imagined encasing the earth in a rigid shell at Armstrong's line, which I don't think would have much of an effect on the behavior of atmospheric pressure. I was trained to model the gas in a sealed bottle as one parcel of fluid that behaves as one thing, the pressure everywhere in a 1L bottle of gas is the same, but by the time you get to the size of a planet's atmosphere you have to take gravity and sloshing and such into account.

TL; DR: There's a gulf between 150 level college physics class and aviation meteorology.

Didn't you know? Lived experience is only valid if you're a woman.