Germany: Deutschland. “Deutsch” comes from the word “people, tribe”. The oldest roots go back to the 8th century and the kingdom of Charlemagne, where “deodisk” (“the language of the common people”) was used to distinguish the Old German from “walhisk” (the medieval latin that the ruling class spoke).
Just force everybody to interact. Obligatory meetings for the whole village/city district/city block (depending on size of population) every saturday morning with local news, coffee and cake and maybe games or time for chatting.
Use your expensive/show-off devices everywhere, even if it’s extremely unpractical: drive the car/take the horse to go to a place next door. Have the most expensive, top-notch devices to do the easiest and most mundane tasks.
That reminds me of a former job I had. I had a male coworker who refused to make coffee. It was a small company with only 10 employees and we had this really cheap machine where you just put coffee in the upper part and then let the water run through. Don’t know what it’s called. Anyway, that coffee machine had ONE (1!) button: on/off. He’d always try to make me or the only other woman in the office make the coffee because “You women know better how to do those things. I never make coffee”. The best part: he was one of the engineers in charge of repairing the power tools that the company sells!
So, what happened if we refused or weren’t there? There just wasn’t any coffee! Those guys would rather not have their coffee than make it themselves!
A lot of brands have special barista oat milk, usually with pea protein I think or rapeseed oil to make the froth stable. Here in Germany they are often labeled “Barista oat milk”.
I have one always in my pocket, too, but I’d argue it’s not “unexpectedly useful”.
I’m learning a bit Dutch. We’re quite close to the dutch border and have been going there for vacation and shopping for a while now and would like to be able to at least order food/ask for the toilet etc.
I feel you. I worked in logistics in an office position for a long time. I’m very organized, so I liked it and was good at it. But wages have always been low and with the current cost of living you can hardly make ends meet with those logistics job. Managed to switch to IT, mostly project management, and thought I finally found something that I’m good at and that’s promising a decent wage. My contract for the last project is about to expire and jobs in IT are few and hard to get.
It’s really disheartening, you think you do everything right and fight your way into an in-demand field just to have the rug pulled from under you.
My husband and I went to Noord Holland in the Netherlands last year. We had a room in a private house. The owner was this nice old couple. They helped us rent bikes at a local bike shop and we just went everywhere on bike. Every day an hour or two just following the coastline, nothing but the sea, the shore and the sails of the boats in the distance.
We also went to a hat museum. It was a private museum - basically an old woman who’se been collecting and making hats her entire life. A whole room full of hats from all over the world and she could tell you all about them, how they are made, the cultural signifance etc. Her husband made us tea while we sat there and listened.
Typical pork cycle. By the time everybody was pushed towards IT/Coding and all the hundred ways to get into IT popped up, there were already too many people wanting an IT job. You were basically called stupid if you didn’t “just learn to code” to get a well paid, stable job. It’s your own fault for chosing a manual labor job instead of applying yourself and learning some coding skills! So everybody was pushed towards IT and made to feel stupid if they didn’t try to learn coding.
I love my husband and he makes me happy every single day. Every day we flirt with each other. He keeps making the same stupid jokes and over the top pick-up lines that he did 7 1/2 years ago on our first date and they still make me laugh every day.
Nope. I’ve been no contact for years, but when I still had contact, she just kept moving the goalpost. When I had good grades in school: They don’t mean anything, only the grades for Abitur (A-Levels) count. When I had good grades in Abitur: It means nothing, noone will ever ask for your Abitur grades again. Only the university degree counts. When I had my bachelors: Bachelor is worthless, only the master is a REAL degree. When I had my master degree: The master degree is worthless… And that’s the point where I cut contact with her.
Well, according to her, university degrees are all worthless nowadays and “a masters is at a level a high school degree used to be at”. She also told me my As were worthless because “everybody gets an A nowadays just for showing up to class”.
While writing my master thesis my professor suddenly left the university. Noone ever really knew why and there was no official statement other than a short sentence on the website that Prof. XYZ has left the department. My master thesis was on hold while I had to find a new professor. My mother, who has always accused me of being lazy and lying, insisted that it was all a lie. When I pointed out the news on the university website, she said: “I don’t know how you hacked the website and got it to display your lies, but I’m not falling for your deceit.” I am not a computer science major, I studied linguistics.
That’s why I started writing a diary. On the same day I can still remember very well how things happened, but weeks or moth later I might not. So I write a diary every evening with everything that happened.
Adrian Paul in The Highlander TV Series.
Just keep telling her she’s awesome. Don’t focus on the legs, just tell her all the things you love about her. And if she directly asks you about them, don’t make it a big deal. Just say “I don’t care, you’re beautiful.” For me the best thing my husband did was to counter the constant onslaught of beauty standards over media by telling me every day what he loves about me and how cool he thinks I am.
I’ve been abused (physically and mentally) by my parents and bullied at school. I can obviously only talk about myself, but maybe my experience helps you.
Understanding, that those people will never care or feel guilt, is hard. Especially when you were abused as a child and hoped for a happy end. Actively trying to get over it also didn’t work very well for me. For me the best thing to do was focus on other things: find friends, find hobbies, do whatever you always wanted to do (I started wearing clothes I was forbidden to wear and practicing hobbies that were ridiculed).
Just fill your life with things you like and the bullies and abusers will become smaller and smaller.
Therapy is a good start to help you with this and question yourself, who you are and who you want to be.
A pocket knife and a houseplant in a pot.
A mummie movie from the perspective of the mummy, who is a highly educated scholar. The archelogists and military chase him and think he’s a monster, while he has to figure out how the modern age works and why he was resurrected. Also he has severe PTSD and flashbacks from being killed in an intrigue at the Pharao’s palace.
Edit: So I’ve been thinking about it and I think he should eventually figure out that the people who killed him wanted to test the ressurection spell and if it worked, thought they could make an invincible mummie army and control all of ancient egypt. They thought the ressurection would be instantaneous after being mummified, not ~4000 years later.