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Cake day: March 9th, 2025

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  • The first time I heard about sex from a friend, I was around 5 or 6 and went to my mom if that’s true. My mom went to the library, got some sex-ed books for kids and talked me through it. It ended up being not one single talk, but multiple, age appropriate ones spread over the years.

    She didn’t do a perfect job, I’d say. There were many things left unknown and she was awkward with the topic (not an issue as a kid, certain issue as a teen).Though, considering that she got all her sex ed from magazines back in the day, definite progress on a generational scale.

    I’m confident that I could do a better job than her, because she did a better job than her parents. That’s how it all works, no?





  • I know parents who don’t own PCs. Just phones. A bunch of working class kids are without access to a PC. Of course they’re going to be worse at it than we were. How are they supposed to learn?

    It’s not like we did it because we wanted to show off our useful skills on the job market, lol.


  • Regular, unpackaged, German bread doesn’t contain added sugar though? I just looked it up for the supermarkets in my area, so I’m sure I’m not spouting bullshit.

    Genuine question, what bread did you look at?

    There are varieties with sugar, but it’s not the norm. This is definitely much more typical for other countries (not just the US).



  • Nobody “dresscoded” me at home. As soon as I was old enough to pick my own clothing, I could. What skirts or jeans or dresses I wore was my choice completely. My school also didn’t care much.

    Blew my mind when I realized how many other girls had to sneak out with their clothes because the parents had a rule against tight jeans or whatever.

    I still think my parents were right with this one. The kids with the strictest rules were always those with the craziest outfits. Can’t blame them, I’d have done the same.





  • When he was three, on a summer day, my little brother climbed the stairs of our house and ran up to me and the neighbors kid.

    He had some medical issues as a baby, so most of his toddler and early childhood years, he looked rather frail and bony. Great kid, but not really what you’d describe as cute. Not on this day though.

    He ran up to me all smiley faced and star-eyed and yelled my name. You know, like in the movies. I remember how the neighbors kid just quietly sighed “cute” right next to me. I was so damn proud.

    I wish it was something more sophisticated like seeing his health or whatever. All I can say is that I was really fucking proud of how incredibly cute my little brother was, while he wobbled into my arms.