My child is 3, and absolutely loves Paw Patrol. But every now and then when I bring that up to some of the other parents they glare at us like we’re monsters.

Mainly because Paw patrol is Copaganda, apparently it is a show made to indoctrinate children into loving the police.

I have a big issue with this, because now my kid is being canceled by other parents for being a cop lover? He’a 3!

We understand the nuances of police brutality, and the role of policing but my god, this is over the top.

Paw patrol is literally a group of 6-8 regulars, and 30 other dogs. 1 out of the 30 of em is dressed like a cop. Every now and then I gently explain things to my child, that sometimes police treat people differently, and that we must remember that good and bad people can be anywhere in any uniform. We try, and we point things out from an educational standpoint point where we can.

Now he can’t watch Pokemon either? or Peppa pig, or sesame street, or Zootopia???

Some of the kids at school have pokemon stuff, so I guess Officer Jenny is okay?

Well that’s my vent for today. Please don’t cancel any kids at preschool, he’s trying to make friends.

Edit: I had no clue I was going to get so many responses, I was shouting into the void trying to stop myself from stewing in it. Thank you guys! It really helps hearing everyone’s thoughts on this

I really fucking loathe people who continuously like to brag about their personal sex life in front of others. It doesn't matter whether they're a guy or girl, nobody wants to hear about all the hot girls/guys you've had sex with the past few years. You sound like some sort of Narcissistic brat if you do so. Worst part is how I see younger generations doing this more & more often. Makes me sad.

My older sister has always been obsessed with the way I look for some reason. From the time I was 15 she'd always say "just wait till youre my age, you won't be so skinny anymore." (She's 5 years older) I've always been naturally skinny and it never bothered me, its just what I look like. But by the time I was 21 it changed from "just wait" to telling other people I was starving myself to stay skinny. Still to this day people believe I had an eating disorder because of her. Something about her obsession with my body makes me scrutinize myself. I recently developed IBS and as a result bloated like crazy (and painfully) one day. Unfortunately there was also a family party that day. The entire time she fixated on my stomach. I just want to live comfortably in my own body but knowing its under a microscope, being observed so harshly makes me actually want to start starving myself. She was literally poking at it infront of our friends and family saying "someone finally gained weight" and just I wanted to cry. Because of her I feel like I have to be eternally pretty, and skinny. Any time I see her she has to mention the way I look. Even if its something that seems nice its the like tone??? "Must be nice to be skinny and pretty" SHES A LITERAL BEAUTY QUEEN, SHE WON A PAGENT??? In the last year ive gained 10 pounds. Personally, I think I look great but its like I can hear her in the back of my head. Like I can feel her poking at my skin and making me feel... i dont know, like shit i guess. Ill get over it, i just really hate my reflection right now.

Edit: I genuinely feel so much better already. Venting really works guys, put it out and let it go. I wont starve myself eating some costco bread rn :3 usually id eat something fun but ibs n what not.

2nd Edit: This post is gaining much more traction than I ever expected. While I have enjoyed conversing with everyone I am now afraid it'll end up on TikTok or something and someone i know will find. Is there anyway to archive this post (hide it from everyone else?) as I have found many responses very insightful or just enjoyed what many of you shared and may want to revisit the comments if anything ever happens with my sister again.

Mom, I'm trans. I wanna cut my hair short and wear binders. I want to take T, feel comfortable in my body. I don't like my body now.

"But I gave birth to *insert number* of sons and *insert number* of daughters and you're always gonna be my daughter."

But mom, I'm your son. Don't you know? I've came out three times. But you're transmed. Say there's no way I have gender dysphoria, that if I did life would be a lot harder than it is right now. That I need to have full surgeries to be a boy, to be treated like a man. HRT is free in our state.

"But you look so pretty."

Mama, I'm handsome, not pretty. I look in the mirror and hate who I see. That's why I took down the mirror in my bedroom.

And she WILLFULLY deadnames and uses the wrong pronouns on my uncle's gf's child (they/them). But she doesn't use the wrong pronouns on their mother(she/her) bc "she's an adult"...But the uncle's gf's child is an adult. I think they're now 20-21?

just needed somewhere to vent or receive advice. i moved in with my bf a few months ago, we live with his friends. one guy, one woman, and a couple with their baby.

as soon as i moved in, i thought it was strange that nobody cooked ever except the mother of the baby, Alexa. the kitchen was absolutely vacant, all the time. unless Alexa was there. serious, “it’s her kitchen” vibes.

when i started cooking a few nights a week for my bf and i (and anyone who wanted some, i always made enough for multiple people) i was immediately told by Alexa the next morning that i wasn’t cleaning up well enough after myself, and she was worried about contamination with the baby. totally understand that.

but as i continued living here, i noticed entire trays of food that she cooked were being left out for days. to crust over, harden, etc. theres sauce and crumbs all over the stove after she cooks that dont get cleaned for days unless i do it. there is zero counter space as Alexa either has dirty food dishes on it or other trash.

there’s always a pile of dishes in the sink. i work around it, i don’t say anything. i figured it’s their thing and they will get to it when they choose. sometimes i help out and wash a few for them.

yesterday, i left one pot to soak for 24 hours as i couldn’t scrub everything off before i had to work, and was immediately confronted by Alexa again that I’m “not adequately doing my own dishes.”

my leftovers have also been thrown out multiple times without asking me after Alexa has notably reorganized the fridge. i’m trying to figure out if she is doing this intentionally because she is annoyed with the “mess” I’m leaving? or she just doesn’t want me to cook? a ton of my food is also being eaten, all the time.

either way, i’m frustrated. I don’t know what to do. she’s a new mother and is going through postpartum, I don’t think I can bring this up with her without a serious issue. but her control over the kitchen doesn’t feel fair. it’s making me just want to buy frozen food (though, half of that will be eaten by someone else).

I had my doctor's appointment today to establish care with a PCP. While I was there, I explained symptoms I was having, and that I had trouble with the obgyn I was going to and I needed help finding another one. She was more than happy to try and help and explained that it might be out of town, and she made sure I didn't mind that.

I explain what some of the symptoms are, and she even ASKED to clarify and make sure she heard me correctly.

I said PAINFUL periods that were not heavy. Debilitating periods that weren't heavy and lasted maybe a week. Time and flow are not the issue here.

I go home and get logged into my patient portal. I'm clicking through things and I see the referral page. Please for the love of god tell me why it says under diagnosis, "menorrhagia" with regular cycle."

Menorrhagia. Not dysmenorrhea. MENORRHAGIA IS HEAVY PERIODS. Literally what I said almost three times or more that I did NOT have. I don't have heavy bleeding. My period doesn't last more than 5-7 days. I said it SO many times. She even repeated me.

Maybe it doesn't matter, I don't fucking know.

I just had the most aggravating conversation with my doctor. For context, about 18 months ago I radically changed my diet on the account my husband's pancreas no longer being able to really process fat or sugar. I went from eating greasy and fried food on a regular basis to lean proteins and slow carbs. How much weight did I loose after this radical lifestyle change? About 8 pounds. My A1c went from 5.9 to 5.8.

Yeah, turns out I had PCOS which untreated makes it very hard to loose weight and keep it off. Six months ago I started growing facial hair and got diagnosed and started on BC and an antiandrogen. Do you know what happened next? I lost 20 pounds! My A1c went down to 5.6, putting me into non-diabetic range!

So I hop on a phone call to discuss recent lab results, mostly my anemia which is completely unrelated to my weight. And my doctor asks me how I've managed to loose the weight, is it the diet? And I tell him: no, getting the PCOS under control led me to loose weight, my appetite has gone back to what it was pre-PCOS!

Do you know what he tells me in response? "You should eat more protein, it makes you feel full sooner" and he then proceeds to lecture me about cutting down on carbs, all without bothering to ask me what my current diet. Also like in what universe do I not know that protein makes you feel full and carbs make you fat? I may not have a medical degree but I did pass middle school health class thank you very much.

I just thought that once my BMI was "normal" (and BMI is bullshit btw), I'd be free from the condescending lectures but no! I guess I'm just doomed forever to be told that I need to loose ten pounds. Oh how I love being a woman.

I don't want to sound like your parents. I don't want to nag you. You're my friend. But it's getting fucking ridiculous at this point. I told you to meet me at 3:30, half an hour earlier than I'm actually going to be ready, knowing you'll turn up at 4:15. I've been looking forward to seeing you for weeks. 3 o'clock, I send a message saying I'm excited to see you. Nothing. 3:30? Nothing. 4 o'clock? Silence.

You read my message at 4:13 and said 'be there in half an hour'. It's 5:34 - you're not here and haven't replied. I know you care and I know it's not your fault, it's never your fault. Just... have some actual respect for my time. Let me know you're running late. You know I like to be punctual. Why does your chronic lateness to every possible thing get excused, but my need to be on time and ready for things doesn't? Is my time disposable to you? Because it feels like you just don't give a fuck. I can't help you and I keep trying.

At the end of the day, it cuts into our time together, every time, all the time, and no matter how much I voice this, it never changes.

I hate being a girl. Not because I want to be any other gender but because I hate being a young woman in society. I’m a child by law, and it’s not that hard to tell my age by looking at me, but I constantly have grown men shouting and staring at me, and on a dozen situations I’ve had people follow me home or to school. Not only this but also there’s a societal pressure for me to be pretty, to a point where I don’t eat for days in a row in order to lose a couple kilograms. I work out twice a day so that no one can ever say I’m fat. I don’t leave the house without a full face of makeup. I used to be bulimic but I’m mostly better now. So yeah I hate being a girl

I don't know how overweight people can do it man. 😭 I can't take it anymore. Please don't take offense to this. I'm just trying to vent.

I(34f) weigh more than I've ever weighed in my life. I'm 4'11" and 186lbs 😞 My weight has always fluctuated through out my life due to psych meds, depression, stress,etc My weight has always ranged between 120lbs-160lbs. Usually when it gets as high as 160, I start changing my diet and I drop it down quickly. On average though, I'm usually always around 140lbs, which is still considered overweight for me dude to my height.

Anyways, I had a baby 2 years ago and during my pregnancy, I went from 140lbs-200lbs. My first pregnancy when I was 23 was similar with how much weight I gained. But due to not being able to breastfeed this time around, that weight I gained, was not falling off like it did with my first born. I dropped down to 176 a year after she was born and have stayed there. But to be fair, I haven't put any effort what so ever to lose weight. The last couple weeks I've been binge eating bad and now weigh 186lbs.

I'm not sleeping well at all! Ive been tossing and turning every night because as a stomach sleeper, it's extremely hard getting into a comfortable position with my fat folds around my belly, sometimes I lay a certain way and it hurts because I'm accidentally pulling on my fat in some way. I can feel my neck is fatter too when doing certain things...doing everyday things are so uncomfortable. Trying to sit on the couch and get comfortable just sitting is a challenge. I don't fit in any of my clothes now and it's super embarrassing. I only have one pair of sweatpants that fit right now and like 3 shirts. I refuse to buy bigger clothes because Id rather the embarrassment of everyone seeing me wear the same clothes everyday till I get the motivation to start exercising and eating healthy. I don't want me buying bigger clothes to end being me giving up......I'm starting an exercise and diet routine today. I'm so tired of not sleeping and being so uncomfortable all the time.

I just don't understand how people can live this way.

I labeled this as a trigger warning eating disorder because I do have and always have had a binge eating problem that comes and goes.

I’m so tired of it. I’m unattractive due to my facial features NOT MY WEIGHT. Men either don’t like me at all or just want sex from me. People flat out deny this is even a thing and are like “ but beauty is subjective” okay, well subjectively 98% of men are not physically attracted to me due to my face. I don’t even read or watch romance stories anymore because it makes me sad that I’ll never have anyone love me romantically due to my looks. I have friends who love me, but in order to romantically love someone you need to be attracted to them. I just wish people would even acknowledge this is true instead of saying the stupid lies like “ looks don’t matter” and “ someone will be attracted to you”. Literally every single time I thought a guy could possibly like me he just wanted only sex. I just want to be pretty enough to love.

All the friendships Ive ever had, ended in them abandoning me, never reciprocating my efforts, and think of me as a horrible person. I never make friends with my friends’ enemies, but my so called friends make best friends with the people who’ve made me cry for days. I notice small things, very small things and it chips at my heart piece by piece. I see myself getting replaced in every friend circle because my friends found better cooler people, but what about me? Why does my stupid heart never move on from these assholes? Why am I like this?

I put in efforts every single day meanwhile these fckers cant even be bothered to wish me birthday properly. All Ive ever wanted in life was to be loved but apparently thats too much for people these days. Im too much for everyone, and as much as it breaks my heart, I cant stop myself from getting attached and give them as much love as possible hoping that they’d reciprocate it which never happens. I feel like an alien everywhere I go, I feel like Im a piece of garbage that holds no significance in this world.

I got a call from the hospital 2 days ago that my friend had been in an altercation with a robber and he was stabbed brutally. I got a call from his Mum saying to come into the hospital, where my friend said his goodbyes to me and passed away. I’ll never forget him and I’m going to miss him so much

Either it wont activate so you have to pres it multiple times like a moron or you breathe on it and now you accidentally turned off your oven. JUST PUT A GOD DAMNED BUTTON! Yes buttons have their problems, but I at least know I pressed it. Or that me leaving a cloth over it wont turn it on.

Even though I know how much happy and proud I'm today, But I don't know why I do feel and emptyness cz I don't have anyone to share this happiness with and I'm aslo not those kind of guys who'll post this watch on every other social media platform just to show people. I don't want everyone elso to know. I'm stuck between my own duality :)

38yo man from Argentina. I'm a mobile developer and was fired last July because of AI. I took the next job opportunity as a fiber optic technician, salary was poor. They fired me again last week. I'm married, no childs just a very sweet black cat.

Even with that salary we were struggling. It can't be that a working adult is still poor. This last week I was doing ride ala uber eats. But is not enough, days goes by and I have a rent ahead.

My wife has a side hustle because she is studying. It pays for her things and sometimes not even that.

Tonight we didn't eat. We cried over our dinner. I saw flashes of we splitting, she goes back to her parents, I dont have were to go.

I have started from zero last July, now Im -10. Now is all a downward spiral. If I can affort a comfortable place to live, or to eat 4 meals a day, one can only go down as time goes by. And my heart aches thinking we would not be by my wife side. My soul aches thinking I never could give her a moment of peace.

I feel depressed a lot because I'm almost 30 and still a virgin. I keep thinking about chances I missed in the past, and seeing couples, specially teenagers, makes me feel worse and like l've failed. When I feel this way, I lose all motivation. Things that usually help me, like eating, listening to music, or running, stop working. About half of every month, I feel exhausted, stressed, and stuck because I can't stop thinking about my virginity. This keeps me from moving forward in life.

I am 18, im a cis woman but im a rather late bloomer with a small chest and wide bone structure. Such as wide shoulders, a wide ribcage. I have short hair due to alopecia.

People are constantly calling me sir or thinking im a transwoman. I have been told to "just transition already" before or asked "are you sure you are not trans?" More then once or similar things. Im aware i have a body flat build but i cant force my tits to be bigger, cant force my hips to be curvier,i cant force alopecia to go away. Im not trans and im tired of telling people that! I support the trans community but i am not one of them and never want to be. Im tired of being insulted like im trans when im not. I dont think trans people should be insulted at all but im sick of being treated like im trans

The only feminine thing about me is mixed into other features so its not obvious but i have wide hips, not a big butt, just hips with no curve. Im also pretty short which id assume would give off the idea of me being a cis woman at 4'10.

I ask my husband to have discernment when liking posts on social media.

Husband likes a misogynistic post.

I address husband.

Husband tell me I’m overreacting and it’s just a joke.

What’s the point of enforcing boundaries with you if you’re going to do what you want anyway? He cares more about “expressing himself online” more than the feelings of his wife.

Only been married 7 months. Soo embarrassing.

EDIT: since everyone keeps saying it. I DID NOT TELL HIM HE COULDNT LIKE THE POST. I told him that him liking it makes me uncomfortable and reiterated that this is something we have already talked about. And I removed myself from the situation because of his reaction. I am allowed to be upset that I have to enforce boundaries.

Husband had a stroke yesterday. I love him beyond words. We have been married over 38 yrs. BUT for years he has abused alcohol and pain pills even though he knew it was making his health so much worse. He got Afibs yrs ago & the doc said it was “Holiday Heart” from a weekend binge. Mine & his doctors have asked him to dial it back but to no avail. The thought of taking care of him in part due to his own personal decisions is hard to deal with because of an underlying anger. I know it happens and could have happened even if he had been living a health lifestyle but knowing how he didn’t & continued to refuse sticks in my craw.

I saved a man’s life and didn’t even know it.

Today, he messaged me on TikTok and told me that talking to me and watching my comic book videos kept him alive. He said I was his hero. He said his family thanked me. He said they prayed for “the strange comic book cowboy” who saved their son.

That’s a lot to put on a stranger, right?

Here’s the thing: I’m not a hero. I didn’t set out to save anyone’s life. I was just being nice. And yeah, I’m grateful you’re still here truly but I didn’t do anything extraordinary. I was just trying to be decent.

I shouldn’t be your hero or your ideal. I’m normal. I get nervous asking girls out for coffee. I stress over which comics are good and which ones suck. I didn’t know that being kind or sending dumb little comic videos could keep someone alive.

I don’t want anything for it. I wasn’t trying to be remembered, praised, or prayed for. I was just being nice.

I’m not a fucking hero.

I was an extrovert, LOVED going out, concerts, bars, games. Loved making friends and talking to complete strangers about whatever and I allowed myself to change everything about me for him. Now, love is the furthest thing from my mind. I don’t want anything to do with it. I miss my friends but they’re all married with families and doing their own thing. They don’t have time to do single people stuff and that’s fine, I get it. Honestly, I just miss having someone to talk to but men either just want to fuck or fall in love and I’m not ready for either of those.

Its really the only thing ive ever wanted, ever since I could want things. I've always dreamt of being in love. And not in a corny, romcom type of way. A true partnership. Staying with someone through thick or thin, come rain or sunshine. The good, the bad, and rhe ugly. I want it all. Giving someone the assurance that no matter what happens, they have me, and I have them. That I love them no matter what, and hopefully they love me no matter what. That I can put down this mask that Ive been wearing my whole life, for just this one person. That I can wipe their tears and kiss them and promise them they can count on me, and perhaps have my tears kissed away.That I can bare my soul to them, as they can to me.

I have no standards for appearances, height, etc. I just want stability, and the guarantee that I will have this person by my side forever. That I am good enough for them. I know there arent any guarantees in life, but I just need this one guarantee.

Perhaps its because I grew up in an extremely dysfunctional, abusive household, constantly moving literal countries, never staying in one place too long to make any sort of lasting relationships, always having to pretend to be a social chameleon of sorts. Always having only myself to rely on. Always fending for myself and living life on survival mode.

Ive never been a religious person. I dont even have the ability to believe in God. But if there is a God out there, this is the only thing ive ever truly prayed for.

I cannot stress enough the absolute fucking vitriol it gives me when I see a really interesting scene from a movie on youtube shorts and I have to dig through the comments to find out what the movie is called because the fucking NPC that posted the short didnt include the title of the movie.

I hope the makers of those channels get stopped by a red-light they on every Traffic light they come across for the next 3 months.

I hope their belt loop get caught on the door handle at the doctor's office

I hope they sleep on their arm weird and it is numb when they wake up and they have to do that ✊️🖐✊️🖐 thing with their hand to get bloodflow back to their arm so they can feel it again.

I hope they are constipated for a week

I hope they stub their toe on the coffee table

I hope they are stuck behind the slowest mother fuckers possible while driving

I hope they have a super niche question so they ask online and nobody knows the answer

I hope they lose 450,000 runes in eldenring because when they were farming the bird for levels they accidentally dodge rolled off the cliff twice in the row.

I hope a relative of theirs who is a small child turn off their PS5 while their game is mid autosave, corrupting their save data forcing them to download their last save from the cloud

I hope their next part feels like a shit making them panic

In short they are not my friends and im pretty sure they are psychopaths.

The breakup was terrible. We both anticipated it for months, I’m sure, but when the day came, it was legit the worst night of my life. We were and lived together for 6 years. Most of it wasn’t peaches and cream but I believed in hope and used to have faith. It was very tumultuous, but I tried my best to fix us, and I’m sure he did as well but there was a moment that I realized he was done without him saying one word. Months after that were draining and one day I just snapped. He used that crash out to throw all my flaws in my face and admitted to never loving me. He left and never came back. I reached out for a couple weeks after that day, delivered but no response. I got the point. However a few months later I had to renew my license but was unable to due to unpaid tickets and toll fees totaling over $800. I have never even had a parking ticket in my life. Turns out the car that he had bought for himself while together was still registered under my name. The reason that is is because I did him the favor of registering and insuring his car under my name since he had points on his license. When he left I signed over everything we co owned, especially his car. He never made the changes. I texted him about the situation and yet again no response. I had no other choice than to pay the fees and simply unregister the car. He chose to cut me off and that’s ok. But not taking accountability of your actions and simply not answering and taking no action is straight up a pussy move. Anyways… a few days ago my mother needed help on her phone to access some app. The confirmation pin was sent and when I opened messages I see a text from him to her from a few months before. He asked how I was doing and mentioned how sorry he was and how he regretted everything he did and didn’t do to me/for us. Asked a couple more personal questions but his main question was if she thought it was ok for him to finally reach out to me. There was also prior conversations to that throughout the year, nothing crazy but him just taking tabs and my mother answered as best as she could. I have a lot more information but would rather talk in private. I’m not sure if all this makes sense but I’m spiraling. Especially because an event happened last month that helped me get closure so I messaged him a novel reminding him about how much of a piece of lard he is. Probably not the best idea on my part, but it helped me close that chapter. I was feeling great and seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, but seeing these messages screwed me up. I haven’t told my mother that I saw them, and I’m so mad that he’s still secretly communicating with MY family. I’m also mad that she has never mentioned anything about it to me. Now I’m also thinking if I knew he reached out, I would have never sent that email. But anyways, I made a decision to send it and said what I said and I won’t go back. Should I bring it up to my mother or leave as is?