As much as I’d love to support a site, if I can’t use the site because of ads then I can’t support it.

By glancing at this billboard you consent to the usage of your likeness in perpetuity for the purposes of future advertising.

Pick your golden era and then show me an article that indicates the average height was greater in that period than it is now, if this is the point you really want to focus on.

It feels like it might impact your view a bit if you did.

As good as it is to be marginally taller for 30-40 years, or be a super tall person who died an infant. Not that the article you linked has any description of heights related to whichever “golden age” you might refer to, but whatever.

Would you want to factor in life expectancy at all?

And you somehow genuinely feel that the average person’s prosperity was, relatively, better in that period?

Working 7 days a week, morning to night, producing that prosperity and trade for the educated class in exchange for a pittance. Whilst eating your table scraps in the dark, you can hope you don’t die of a disease you have no idea how to prevent contracting.

You know who the “Golden Age” was golden for? The relatively few educated people.

Maybe if you are a freelance programmer working out of a coffee shop…?

Go back to being an illiterate, muck raking peasant or die young in a workhouse then, I guess. Fucking hell.

Moving from being a Product Owner, working on my own projects, to being a Product Manager who works with Product Owners on their projects/hands over projects to them, it is far more stressful. I end up being on the hook for everything, with an expectation that I know everything about a dozen projects, despite being far less actively involved in the underlying work of any of them.

It doesn’t help that outside of school, you will never use that language. Even if you go abroad, everyone either wants to practice their English or thinks your French/German is so poor that they’d prefer to just speak English.

Only speaking one language fluently makes me feel like garbage regularly, none of my schooling really stuck and I can never commit to language or feel enough confidence to use anything I do learn.

The challenge for me has been finding dishes that you can split out the thinking in to nicely separated activities, rather than committing to everything in one go. Marinades and slow cooking are great for that.

Plini.

Gris.

Lack of self-confidence? Even when given the chance to do so… was probably for the best, I’m in a stable long term relationship now and at the time, I would have been a pretty rubbish boyfriend.

I… don’t follow.

Arm feels cold as it goes in, the feeling spreads, taste of copper in the mouth… wake up in recovery. Pretty straightforward.

I received an apology from a person who bullied me, at the end of our time at school. It was nice and all… if he could have come to this realisation during school then that would have been better.

Errr… daily? To one degree or another, probably not healthy.