Doreen Michele

I feel like when I try to share useful information online, I'm doing something akin to this scene in Dave, a movie I've never seen, where Dave lays out a lovely spread of gorgeous healthy food which dominates the view for part of the scene and makes a giant sandwich, cuts it in half and puts each half on a plate, one for himself and one for the guard to whom he is speaking. And the guard apparently declines to eat any of it. And then people kick the ever living shit out of me as if they feel like Tom Hanks in Saving Private Ryan WATCHING people eat sandwiches and shave and indulge in other luxuries to which he has had no access in some time and which they are not offering to share with him.  As if they feel like Tom Hanks but lack any veneer of civility and feel entitled to take your stuff and punish you for supposedly "not sharing" when sharing is exactly what I'm doing and wondering why, like the guard in the first clip, they  are choosing to not partake of no...

I have a serious medical condition and as is the norm for my condition, I was a bag of bones as a child. At the same time, I've always been big for a girl, starting with being nine pounds at birth and my mother told me that when I was five, doctors wanted to put me on drugs to slow my growth because they felt I was too big. She told them "No, she's not THAT big." I ultimately ended up 5'9" tall and was still a bag of bones when I hit that height at age seventeen, at which point I started taking hormonal birth control pills and gained about fifty pounds in one year. I met the future ex at age sixteen, so he knew me when I was still rail thin, but I married him at age nineteen after gaining a bunch of weight. He and my mom were always critical of my weight but a lot of men made it clear that I looked just fine, honey, and if he didn't like it, I could always call them if I wanted some positive strokes, which I mostly declined. I finally got a proper diagnos...

I want to design a better culture. A better way to feed people than what we currently have that adequately nourishes people without chaining women to the stove and a second class citizen status. I want to make clothes and change housing . I don't need all jobs and housing and food everywhere to change. I just want planet Earth to ALLOW a new option to exist for those who want it.

320 points Generally speaking, toxic substances are only "cheap" due to externalizing many of the costs involved... 202 points   It's important for a sub for disabled individuals to have mods with that disability. Footnote   I previously published a list of Fourteen Comments on HN with more than 100 karma and added a fifteenth comment in a footnote. The fifteenth comment and the one above with 320 points are actually related to my career aspirations.

I grew up in the Deep South which defacto uses honorifics that are peculiar to the local culture. It's well known that Southern culture is shaped by that region being historically more strongly Christian than most of the nation and Southern manners are typically attributed to that influence. My understanding is that a lesser known factor is European nobility establishing an expectation of court like respect and diplomacy. It's a political heritage, not just a religious heritage. My political views and ideas on what makes sense politically boils down to looking to treat ALL people with a certain baseline respect for bodily autonomy as a means to promote health of individuals and bigger picture health at the societal level and into the future. See also: 1.  Paternity   2. r/Imnotyourmommy, starting with this piece . 3.  Politics  on a site called Formulary of Life. 4.  The Rot Killing Society, IMO . I'm not looking to run for office or be in charge of anything. I...

My maiden name is Irish in origin and it's possible my first name is basically Irish for "Little (my Mom's middle name)".  The above linked comment by me on Reddit is about a month old or so. After all these years, I'm still learning new things about myself and my past on topics I thought I had thoroughly covered already. My father was very tight lipped about a lot of things while running his mouth a lot. He was career military and routinely told lots of anecdotes about his career. He was dead before it occurred to me that while he told humorous stories about his time in Vietnam, he told no stories about his service in World War II.  He was extremely talented at saying nothing with a blizzard of words. My dad wanted four kids. My mom told him "You'll be lucky to get two out of me." I'm their third child and a surprise package that no one thought was possible. I'm about 4.5 years younger than my brother and 6.5 years younger than my sister. M...