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@wine_018 Jesus I hope he paid for dinner

I matched with this gorgeous guy on a dating app. Tall, charming smile, great convo. We set up a casual date drinks, vibes, normal first-date stuff. Long story short… it turned into an unscheduled therapy session. He had a 6-week-old baby. Him and his girl of 8 years had just split 3 weeks earlier. The breakup? Postpartum depression hit her hard. She was struggling, he was overwhelmed, things exploded. Mid-date, this grown man broke down in legit tears at the table. Pouring his heart out about how much he still loved her, how he missed his little family, how lost he felt. I could’ve played it cute, flirted, tried to “win” the night. Instead I looked him dead in the eyes and said: Bro… go back to her. She just gave birth to your child. Give her grace postpartum is no joke, she literally gave life. Stop running. Love her through it. Make her your wife. He listened. Like, really listened. A few weeks later? He proposed. 💍 They’re back together, stronger, healing as a family. He invited me to the wedding. His now-fiancée called me personally, crying happy tears, saying “Thank you… you saved us.” Sometimes the most romantic thing you can do on a date… is help the guy realize he belongs with someone else.❤️

And after a while you just stop. You stop watering your plants. You stop watching netflix. You stop reading. You stop replying to your friends as fast as you used to. You stop buying yourself nice things. You stop putting an effort into how you look. You stop taking care of yourself like you used to. You stop sleeping. You stop eating healthy foods. You stop petting your dog. You stop socializing. You stop with everything. You find yourself sitting in your room for hours on end, without doing a single thing. Days feel like years. And you wonder how long you can keep doing this.

I’m gonna get yelled at for saying this but a lot of women are single because they haven’t met a man who’s better at being a man than they already are.

A lot of "mental health issues" disappear when bills are paid, rent is secure, and the fridge is full. Peace is expensive. And pretending money doesn't affect mental health is privilege.

You are not a “pleiadian starseed”, you are a narcissist

For some neurodivergent adults, cannabis isn’t about getting high. It’s about reducing the mental noise enough to fucking function.

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@aip551 Also remove the people who say you are overreacting.

Last year I posted 500 open positions for my company. We hired 34 people. The other 466 jobs were never real. I'm the Head of Talent Acquisition. That's not what I acquire. What I acquire is data. Resumes, salary expectations, skill sets, market intelligence. 160,000 applicants gave us their career history for free. We used it to benchmark compensation. Not to raise salaries. To confirm we were paying below market and get away with it. I call it "building a talent pipeline." A pipeline is a thing you build and never turn on. Recruiters call this "passive sourcing." There is nothing passive about wasting 160,000 people's time. But it sounds like a strategy. Some of our listings have been posted for 11 months. One has been up for two years. It's for a "Director of Innovation." We don't have an innovation department. We don't have the budget. But the listing makes us look like we're growing. Investors see open roles and think momentum. Our stock went up 8% after we posted 200 jobs in one week. We didn't hire anyone that week. Or the week after. We have an applicant tracking system. It auto-rejects 95% of applicants. Based on keywords. I don't know what keywords. No one does. It was configured in 2019 by a contractor who no longer works here. We've never updated it. Some applicants spend hours customizing their resumes. The system reads them for six seconds. Then it sends a rejection email. "After careful consideration." There was no consideration. Careful or otherwise. I know this because I'm the one who wrote the template. Sometimes I repost the same job with a different title. "Senior Data Analyst" becomes "Data Analytics Lead." Same description. Same salary. Same no one getting hired. But it resets the posting date. Fresh listings get more applicants. More applicants means more data. More data means better benchmarking. Better benchmarking means I present at the quarterly review. I presented last quarter. I showed a slide that said we "received unprecedented candidate interest." 160,000 people applied for jobs that didn't exist. That's the unprecedented interest. The VP of People called it "brand strength." The CFO asked about our hiring efficiency. I said we were "optimizing for quality over speed." Quality means we haven't hired anyone. Speed means we don't plan to. HR asked about candidate experience. I showed them our NPS score. It was 12. Out of 100. I said that was "within industry range." I made up the industry range. No one checked. They never do. Last month a candidate emailed me directly. She said she'd applied to four roles over eight months. Customized every resume. Wrote every cover letter. Never heard back. She asked if the jobs were real. I sent her to the automated FAQ. The FAQ says "We value every application." That's not true. We value every data point. There's a difference. I'm up for promotion. My metrics are outstanding. 500 roles posted. 160,000 applicants captured. Cost per acquisition: $0. I didn't acquire anyone. But the cost was zero. Zero is a good number in a dashboard. Dashboards get presented. Presentations get approved. Approvals get me promoted. I'll be VP of Talent by Q4. I don't find talent. I collect it. Like a jar you never open.

Happy International Women’s Day

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I watched a TikTok last night that is haunting me. A woman shared her birth story where she experienced excruciating pain the days following childbirth (in a hospital). She couldn’t even stand on her own. On day 4 she went back to the ER and was told she was overreacting to post birth pain but they did an xray anyway. Fam, her pelvis bone snapped in half. I’ll never get that xray image out of my head. Women really are second class citizens.

A while back, I learned something mindblowing about the geological history of the Mediterranean Sea, and I just can't get it out of my head. Now I'm going to make it *your* problem too. Sorry. Hang onto your hat. This gets wild. 1/

my neighbor is 84 and lost his wife last year. he has no kids and I noticed he stopped cooking and barely turned his lights on. he was just fading away. So now, every single night when i cook dinner for my family, i make an extra plate and walk it over. We sit on his porch for 20 minutes and just talk. he told me yesterday that our little chats are the only reason he gets out of bed. it costs me nothing but a little food and time, but it means the world to him.

I love that most of us don’t have any followers here on twitter but we’re just all yapping away into the void together anyways.

Sometimes male anger at ‘women getting special treatment’ reminds me of a gorilla experiment. One gorilla gets a banana every hour. The females next to him get one every four hours. Then someone decides to be ‘fairer’ and gives the females a banana every two hours instead. The original gorilla? He flips out. He’s still getting his banana every hour, but it feels like a loss because his advantage shrank. That’s how a lot of men react to basic fairness for women: not as justice, but as theft.

Looks like Taylor Swift and Blake Lively were just nasty mean girls conspiring to take Justin Baldoni’s movie from him. The text messages show that Taylor Swift straight up lied about her involvement. For someone so upset about her masters being stolen she was sure eager to steal someone else’s work, seemingly just for fun. Here’s a taste of the nastiness. How much do you want to bet that the media will sweep this under the rug? We are the media now.