I’m exploring new Twitter handles and perhaps a new kind of username going forward. Boss1000 has been my standard for years and years, through gaming, forums, and online chat. In recent months and years, though, I’ve been shedding these things I used to identify so strongly with. I’ve started rejoining the fluid world of humanity again, instead of trying to be a constant in a sea of variables. Plus, “Boss1000″ has gotten a little stale.
This is my confession. This is my warning. And this is my struggle.
Tonight I had dinner in Warner-Robins, Georgia, at a southern comfort-style place. The food was alright, though the green beans left something to be desired (perhaps they absorbed some of my salty demeanor). Playing low throughout the place, over muted basketball games on televisions and families deciding sides for their entrees, was a country and Southern rock station. These genres dominate the radio airwaves in middle Georgia, rivaled only by stations with “praise”, “inspiration”, or “grace” in their name. Even the generic rock station I found bends well into that twangy acoustic territory on a regular basis.
I like those genres pretty well, to be clear, often way more than just that. In fact, some of my favorite artists and songs are within it.(1)Lynyrd Skynyrd, Allman Brothers, Alan Jackson But country in particular rides a fine line for me. Too many mentions of trucks, dogs, women, or beer, and I simply can’t enjoy it much anymore.
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Thursday, the 15th of January, was my birthday. I turned 26 years old in 2015. I was perfectly happy with the quarter, 25, but time has a way of convincing us to move along.
The past several days have shown me just how great celebration and excitement can be when embraced. It wasn’t always easy, and still isn’t, to work up to and believe that the joy of accepting a holiday and joining those around you celebrating is greater than a more lonesome reaction. This week I’m reflecting on my common response to birthdays and holidays in the past, and how more enthusiasm has made me happier.
The title of this piece is one meta-level removed(1)And “Men” changed to “People” because I don’t entirely know if the comment I’m responding to in this post is from a man. from the original Washington Post article about, first, several studies showing the discrimination of women in STEM fields; and second, the frequent refusal in online comment threads about these papers for men to accept the findings.
I found the article on the subreddit /r/skeptic, which leans anti-progressive at times. It’s on the TAM, thunderf00t, Shermer side of the movement if anything(2)Those links don’t capture everything about the subject but do explain why I consider them on the anti-progressive side.. Therefore I was not surprised to see objections to the post. Some of them were healthy ones, critiquing the methodology of the meta-review of comment threads. But the conclusions from these critiques seemed to lean too closely to the Washington Post title of denial.
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|1.||↑||And “Men” changed to “People” because I don’t entirely know if the comment I’m responding to in this post is from a man.|
|2.||↑||Those links don’t capture everything about the subject but do explain why I consider them on the anti-progressive side.|
I enjoy being a member of several smaller subreddits that have good communities, even despite the overarching policies I despise about Reddit itself. Particularly I like local subreddits, like /r/gatech and /r/atlanta. In these spaces the physical proximity serves to create a kinder environment, reinforced by positive, productive discussion about tangible locations and events in the area.
Of course that doesn’t mean I agree with everything I see, as is expected when perusing a space where anyone can say just about anything (AKA the internet). A particular post caught my eye yesterday and caused several reactions in me.