Society Reporting Puns

When I was a kid I told every doctor, teacher, coach, priest, etc. I was being abused and no one ever did a thing about it.

Today, I am doing training for my new job in a hospital and I have a whole training dedicated to recognizing and reporting abuse. There’s stuff in here for recognizing the subtle signs of it for when people don’t straight up say they’re being abused, or even when they deny being abused. That blows my mind considering my experience. Everyone in the hospital has to undergo this training, from doctors to custodial staff.

I’m so happy about where society has come since I was a kid to allow this to be the case. I know there’s still a long way to go in a lot of areas but I’m just glad to see that there’s been this progress.

People might consider this small progress considering all the problems that still exist. But I just think about little me and how if I were young right now, I could’ve possibly broken out of the hell I was trapped in. That’s huge to me.

Hi! My name is Andrew Marantz. I’m a staff writer for the New Yorker, and today my first book is out: ANTISOCIAL: Online Extremists, Techno-Utopians, and the Hijacking of the American Conversation. For the last several years, I’ve been embedded in two very different worlds while researching this story. The first is the world of social-media entrepreneurs—the new gatekeepers of Silicon Valley—who upended all traditional means of receiving and transmitting information with little forethought, but tons of reckless ambition. The second is the world of the gate-crashers—the conspiracists, white supremacists, and nihilist trolls who have become experts at using social media to advance their corrosive agenda. ANTISOCIAL is my attempt to weave together these two worlds to create a portrait of today’s America—online and IRL. AMA!

Edit: I have to take off -- thanks for all the questions!

Proof: https://twitter.com/andrewmarantz/status/1181323298203983875

Is it solely about profiting off of sensationalism? Is it an unprecedented inability to handle mortality and to go to completely irrational ends in the perceived need of enabling life for a few months no matter how constrained or not worthwhile it becomes? Some sort of anguish at society expanding to much and a need to forcefully shrink it? Or a mix of the above and other reasons?

I'll try to make this as short as possible.

I visit my sister frequently, usually once a week, and she has a beautiful and friendly 2 year old dog who just craves affection and attention. Her dog is a very large dog, I'm not sure on the breed but it's about the size of a labrador but really built up.

She lives in a small house, but the dog has free access to the whole backyard. The issue - her backyard probably isn't any bigger than 15 square metres (if that). There's no real grass or any dirt, it's only fake green grass and a small uncovered/exposed wood patio. In the 2 years that she's had the dog, I think I've only ever seen the backyard clean from dog poo twice. It's at the point where you can't even walk out there because there's no where to stand, I'd say that 90% of the ground surface is dog poo. The smell is horrendous and she can't have any windows or doors open that are exposed to the backyard because of it. On top of that, on a regular basis, the dogs water bowl has a green moss-like-substance growing in it, like the water isn't really ever changed. She also doesn't have a dog kennel or dog bed, she just sleeps on the wooden patio.

I have 3 large dogs, and my backyard is a fantastic size for the dogs, and they also have a covered area, plenty of toys and they're allowed inside. I know what the backyard can look like if it's kept untidy and dog poo isn't cleaned up in a while. But mine has never looked like my sister's, with 3 dogs. I just felt really bad for her dog.

My mum and I constantly tell her to pick up her dogs poo, and she says that she will - but she never does.

No one knows that I've done this as I only reported her today, but I'm incredibly conflicted on how I should feel. On one hand, I feel like a bad person because I do believe that she loves her dog and pets are family, but on the other hand I don't think she should be allowing her dog to live like this. I want the best life her dog and deep down I know I've come from a good place. But AITA?

(Feel free to ask questions to fill in any blank information)

Edit: Id like to add that I'm in Australia so American animal laws don't necessarily apply to my situation.

Edit 2: I should've mentioned that her dog had to be taken to the vet once because faecal matter became stuck in her dogs "private" area, and then became infected. But it was concluded that, because of the area on her dog, it's a possibility that it would happened. My mum and I have always thought on the contrary

The origination for this question is seeing very polarized political news sources, in the US, to what extend is it beneficial to disallow blatantly false information being reported as "news"? Personally, I'm totally "Team 1st Amendment". But there seems to be ill affects of allowing false information to be reported as fact, and having that go unenforced.

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To them it's not about the rules it's about the appearance.

What they fail to understand is that pedophiles repeat their crimes. Therefore they're providing a safe haven for pedophiles because they know they won't be reported to the authorities.

That's what happened in my situation it wasn't until he did it to a "wordly" child that he was finally arrested.

The Society could have saved that child alot of harm!!

Not only that these pedophiles are made to go door-to-door to preach. Even cart witnessing near schools.

While all governments issue lists publicly to protect children, ban them from living in school zones. Alert neighbors to someone living in thier neighborhood. Etc.

Who give the Society the right to make those decisions that can effect the public in such a harmful way??

I'm hoping for quick responses because my parents are supposed to be picking up their new cat tomorrow. They've already filled out an application and assume it will be approved.

My parents have declawed every cat they've ever had. At the beginning of this year they planned to adopt a new kitten and I pleaded with them to not go through with the procedure this time. They absolutely are 100% unwilling to listen to me, my grandmother, or the shelter people who include information in the adoption packets. They went ahead and declawed that one as usual. Their ONLY justification at this point is "Well the vet says it's fine!", no other information will get past their bias. They've had issues with almost every declawed cat they've had peeing outside the litter box which I tried to warn them is a side consequence of declawing but they don't seem to care. Any cat in the past who started doing that they've had euthanized.

This weekend they filled out an application to adopt another kitten. They'll of course be approved for it, UNLESS I were to report them to the shelter. They are guaranteed to declaw any cat they adopt. I doubt this shelter would approve them knowing this information.

I feel very morally obligated to report them. However they would absolutely know it was me who reported them and cause a shit show drama between us. They help me A LOT with financial situations if necessary, babysitting, all kinds of things. We all get along and have a great time together. We live very near each other and see each other every day. I truly appreciate them and they're sincerely good people besides this one massive case of cognitive dissonance on their part. I really don't want there to be a massive wrench thrown in our relationship but I'd feel like the asshole if I DIDN'T report them as well. I'm wondering if there's a way to do it where not only would it be anonymous, but they could maybe give them a more vague reason for decking them that wouldn't be a dead giveaway. I'm just not sure how to go about this without it potentially causing our relationship to go sour. I absolutely do not want them to have another cat at this point.

It was pure and beautiful. Tears rolled down my eyes as I felt the overwhelming joy of holding my child. Nothing else mattered, nothing but this beautiful baby girl, my beautiful baby girl.

The pain wracked my body, leaving me nothing more than an empty husk. The lashings had been going for hours, tearing hot rivulets of blood down my back, nothing more than a used up scratching board now.

But the Pharaoh was a god? How could he die? Was I dreaming? Did my own eyes lie to me?

I let out a huge breath, collapsing the floor and heaving as my head swam. Hundreds of memories, thousands of thoughts ran through me. I want to cry, to laugh, to yell, to live, to die, to do everything and nothing at once. Pulled in a million directions, my mind fought with every last ounce of strength to stay together. Each breath was labored. Sweat coated my skin in a thin layer, and nothing was under my control. For what could only have been minutes, hours passed and nothing made sense.

Eventually, I wheezed in a lungful of air and flexed my index finger.

"Wow."

Unknown to me at the time, too busy reeling from the experience, I had just discovered the beginning of one of the world's biggest industries. I was so young and naive back then, so caught up in the wonder of it all, and so enamored with the unspoiled beauty of the human experience that I was utterly blind to the inevitable results.

Honey, if treated just right, could hold memories. Any person that had come into contact with the bees that would make the honey would add to the pool of memories held in that golden liquid. The discovery was a magical accident, one that I still regret to this day.

In the early days, I was just a frontier explorer of the newfound experience. Just some friends, with good intentions. And so were the early businessmen. I thought we all worked towards a common goal of uniting humanity, of crossing the boundaries of language and sharing like never before. It was meant to be the next step in the evolution of society. The gift of the bees, to bring us closer together, to break down the barriers of tribalism, to cut the red tape of class, it was meant to be the beginning of paradise.

How could I have been so stupid?

Within months of the discovery going global, someone had figured out how to fine-tune the process. How to ensure it was just one or two people. Then, someone else figured out how to slice the memories, so that only what you wanted was found, instead of everything. That. That w