KittiHawk

My parents had always told me their grandparents were part Seminole. I liked that because it made me feel more connected to my home.

To find out (through a 23andMe report showing 99.9% Euro genes) it wasn't true was unsettling, like I'm not really who I thought I was and also have much less of a connection to the area. Also disappointed because it means someone in my family lied to all of us about where they came from.

> Who ends up being tech support for these new companies? The executives. But that's only for people smart enough to realize to send them messages, or otherwise garner their attention via Twitter, Reddit, or HN and happen to be in the right place at the right time.

Obviously we just need to make this kind of behavior expensive enough that execs don't take 20 years to develop a reasonable support model. Hold them personally responsible for their companies, and don't let them hide behind their shitty algorithms.

The thrift stores in my area are as busy as ever, and the online market for used clothing is huge. I get most of my clothes used on eBay or Poshmark. (Aside from swag shirts and underwear, which I buy new.) Sounds like a lot of the people chiming in in this thread are in the same boat.

The article isn't really talking about that market though, it's talking about the market for recycled textiles. If it's as cheap to manufacture new textiles as it is to use recycled material, then it's harder for recyclers to compete. If those recyclers go out of business, then rubbish clothing has nowhere to go but the landfill.

Perfect.

I would be interested in reading about men's reactions later on after having had vasectomies. That's something I've never seen discussed.

My favorite things to embroider are fractals and flowers, fractals because you can keep your place without a pattern handy and flowers because you can freehand them easily. It's a therapeutic, contemplative activity when done for leisure.

I can't imagine having your personal worth judged by your stitching though. It's such a frivolous thing.

It doesn't sound like that's been nearly sufficient for quite some years now.

Some of my fondest neighborhood memories are of neighbors inviting each other over to pick their fruit trees. My family had some apple and black cherry (this was in Canada) trees; other neighbors had plums or blackberry patches. Sometimes people would even put out a board at the end of the driveway inviting others to come take some fruit so it wouldn't go to waste.

Edit: I think a lot of people have ambitions of canning or some such when they plant their fruit trees, but it's a bit of a lost art now. I don't know anyone who isn't a grandparent that actually knows how to preserve fruit.

This makes me wonder how much differences in eye contact between cultures (in terms of etiquette) is due to prevailing genetic influences.

Like if most of the people in a group are wired to make less eye contact, maybe that's how the social norms get developed.

I finally went on the round-the-world backpacking trip I've been dreaming about since I was a kid watching National Geographic. It was surreal, hard, beautiful, smelly, and everything I ever hoped it would be.

Growing up poor and growing into a lot of family responsibility made me think it was never going to happen for me, but I made it happen, and now I feel freer even in my day-to-day life.

I'm super happy for you, both for finding a drug that works for you and for changing your life to fit your vision of yourself. Way to go.

"Please don't spread this mistake. People who break security are “crackers.”"

No, no, no. "crackers" has its own sordid baggage.