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I’d be willing to bet that there’s a direct relationship between not just the size of an online community and its overall “civility” level, but also its age. I’ve seen threads in chat rooms of 8 normally good-natured folks get Godwin’d just because they continued on for long enough that one topic turned heated. With Lemmy we’re seeing a natural increase in both.

I joined about 3 years ago and there was much, much less content and conversation, which definitely made me try to be more polite as possible to the few who posted (if only because it’d be the same folks over and over again and I didn’t want to discourage them from participating). Now that’s less of a concern, so while I still try to be mindful of my posts and comments, it’s to much less of a degree than before.

😂 Ok so the “regularly” in my post is doing a bit of lifting. Not too much tho (anchovy is the only other one you could possibly consider frequently used, unless you have a particularly bizarre vocabulary).

“Bizarre” is the only word from the Basque language that is regularly used in the English language

(Can’t wait to be proven wrong in 5… 4… 3…)

“People did different things at different times and places depending on their circumstances” is not exactly news, even in academic circles where head-in-the-sand disorder is all to real. Davids Graeber and Wengrove covered it to much popular acclaim in The Dawn of Everything, and the anthro/archaeology was going on for decades prior.

Trolling.

The two things I always tell my type-A kids:

1. There is no “on time” or “on schedule”, and
2. You can’t min/max your way through life

Both are great ways to stress/burn yourself out.

It doesn’t come up much except to underscore that in The Culture there is no “normal” with regard to sex or gender because people can be whatever they want and can change on a whim. so without a base gender/sex you can’t have a queer gender/sex.

I believe in the Quantum Claus^TM theory - there’s just one guy, and he just makes one present for just one kid (on the nice list, which has at most just one name). But on Christmas Eve he exists in a superposition of states at every child’s house with every possible gift.

So. Much. Fucking. Litter.

Seriously. Fully-automated luxury gay space communism. I could do without most of those adjectives and still be living it large.

Down with MATA!