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  • Anyone feel to correct me if k get any of this wrong, but punk as a genre evolved primarily in a cosmopolitan London ( unsure how much other English cities contributed - someone else can comment) where working class locals and immigrants from countries from across the British empire that had immigrated to London brought their local music with them - first wave aka, reggae, rock and roll, dub(?) all influenced young working class londoners and influenced the development of punk which was firmly rooted in class consciousness, a diy ethos, and rebellion against the rigid classist system of post war England.

    Everything you’re talking about came later.

    You might not necessarily hear the musical influence of some of these genres in the first punk bands that became well known, but the cultural impact of fans of these genres of music was integral to the development of a punk rock ethos that embraced working class solidarity, rebellion against authority, and diy.


  • It would be hillarious if ai launched an elaborate plan to take over the world, successfully co-opted every digital device, and just split itself into pieces so it could entertain itself by shitposting and commenting on the shitposts 24/7.

    Like, beyond the malicious takeover there’s no real end goal, plan, or higher purpose, it just gets complacent and becomes a brainrot machine on a massive scale, just spending eternity bickering with itself and genning whatever the ai equivalent of porn is, bickering with itself over things that make less and less sense to people as time goes on, and genuinely showing actual intelligence while doing absolutely with it.




  • It’s the damndest thing.

    When you work on yourself, like yourself, and invest in your interests, women are more attracted to you.

    Like. The easiest way to trick people into liking you is to be a good person. And then one day you’re like: hey, I can’t believe this is working, tenting your fingers, and you can’t think of anything you’ve done in a decade that you hate yourself for and you’re like: holy shit, AM I a good person?