• Holy frick!? Etsy changed their terms so that its users are not allowed to participate in class action lawsuits against them. You have until Aug 23 to opt out:https://t.co/cOzP8WgcsC  โ€” bunbun ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ (@rabbitfolly) July 3, 2023ALT

    i haven't seen this here yet so heads up

  • This is a screencap from the etsy site:

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    Opting out looks fairly easy, as long as you have the info to email them. The email is arbitrationoptout@etsy.com.

    The only one that's hard to find is your username. Go to your profile, and then look at the URL (it will look like "http://www.etsy.com/people/username") that's where you'll see your username instead of the word username. It's not listed in your profile itself.

  • a drawing of a series of snacks from Limsa Lominsa, from potato chips to orange juiceALT
    a drawing of a series of snacks from Gridania, including Parsemontret's Pies and Nophica's bounty, a granola barALT
    a series of snacks from Ul'dah, including Saltana spicy chips and Lollyrito's candyALT

    starter city snacks! where are you gonna do a snack run?

  • As always, Ul'dah be winning these imaginary city state foods with FLAVOR... I'm so intrigued by the Manderville Munchie also?

  • Here's the truth: if this website collapses too, I will never know when a show has finally come out, because I won't suddenly see new gifs from it.

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  • Just the other day I was chatting with an older woman about this exact thing. She's retired so she enjoys going on almost-daily walks around her neighborhood and the surrounding neighborhoods. Well she told me that it was really weird that in the newer constructions where the younger families live, EVERYONE has their blinds closed all the time. In fact she can tell a younger family lives in a house based on the simple fact of whether or not their blinds are closed in the middle of a sunny day. It's to the point where she can't even tell if they're even HOME and available for a visit to welcome them to the neighborhood!

    When she said that, I realized that I do that too when I live in a more publicly visible apartment. I told her that I think it's because of the internet. Younger people feel like we're constantly being watched, observed, and JUDGED for merely existing. So when we're home, we just want to be alone, unbothered, and unobserved because it's the one place we can control that. She was very surprised to hear that I felt like that and she was VERY concerned for us young folk (and to be honest after talking with her I became pretty concerned too...)

    People from her generation will have their blinds open all day, hang out on their front porch, and randomly visit/enjoy random visits from neighbors and strangers. If a stranger knocks on my door it's scary and if they want to stay and chat? It's a huge inconvenience and it feels super awkward and weird and I'm stuck wondering why exactly they're talking to me, when just a few decades ago welcoming someone new to the neighborhood was just what you did! In fact to not do so was rude!

    It made me really worried that as the Panopticon sinks its teeth deeper into our psyches, we are losing the very essence of what makes us human and got us this far as a species: community. I find that being on the internet for hours a day tends to almost trick my brain into thinking "I've been social all day, my social need is full" when in reality I've only talked to one, maybe two people I know from my real life all day, and only for short bursts, not REAL conversation.

    I find it hard to have the energy to invite friends to hang out, and when I want to I feel like I'm a big inconvenience for asking them to take a break from their busy lives for me (not that they would ever say that's the case, but it's this nagging feeling internally). I feel like while we used to be a series of large islands of local community, our islands splintered apart and started drifting away from each other. Now your island is just you, your immediate family, and maybe a couple close friends. Those living physically closest to you feel like they're miles away and unreachable, to the point where you might as well not even bother.

    I guess I just have one question for you: Do you know the names of your next door neighbors?

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