Unfrightened Puns

This rant is about a very particular phenomenon that I've observed on Reddit when there's any discussion regarding the 1999 film by David Fincher, where any attempt to interpret this movie in a way that treats it as a commentary on the stifled nature of masculinity in modern society, is immediately shut down in a manner that seems unnecessarily condescending and conceited to me. But before I get into that, I should probably describe the division that I perceive as occurring recurrently in conversations surrounding this movie:

On one hand, there are those that take this movie, and the philosophy of Tyler Durden, at face value. They agree with Tyler's criticisms of consumerism, and his ideal image of masculinity which he believes is being unjustly repressed in the modern world. These people believe that the world has stolen from them their only chance at self-actualization, and that men have a biological necessity for aggression and violence. These individuals suffer primarily from the wrath that I'm about to speak of.

On the other hand, are those that think this movie is about the detriments of 'toxic masculinity', and how the champions of it are leading young men astray by lying about it being biologically inherent or inseparable. These people think Tyler is an abhorrent figure to idolize, and that his placement within the movie is actually a joke. A red herring of sorts that's supposed to filter out the less intelligent of those who watch the film. These people are so sure about this, in fact, that they specifically try to go out of their way to shut down, reprimand and insult the intelligence of those who choose to interpret the movie in the way that I formerly spoke about.

These two opinions are obviously not supposed to be exhaustive or representative of the total spectrum of opinions that can be had about this movie. But they represent the two sides that I often see the conversation split into, and the two sides that tolerate each other the least. One strange thing that I often see on Reddit is whenever the name of Fight Club pops us, there are people who go into a completely unprompted monologue about how a movie that is supposed to be an obvious satire is being confused as romanticizing the very ideas that it is trying to mock. So what I'm struggling to understand is why there's such an upkeep of certain ways of deriving meaning from the movie, and the persecution of others.

It seems like the major rift come from whether or not Tyler's philosoph

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The funeral director was asking us what we think Mum should wear in her casket.

Mum always loved to wear sarongs (fabric wraps that go around the torso and drape downward a bit like a long skirt would), so my uncle suggested that she wear a sarong in there.

The funeral director looked a bit confused, as did some of our family members, to which my uncle added:

"What's sarong with that?"

I started laughing like an idiot. He was proud of it too. The funeral director was rather shocked. We assured her, and our more proper relatives, that Mum would've absolutely loved the joke (which is very true).

His delivery was perfect. I'll never forget the risk he took. We sometimes recall the moment as a way help cushion the blows of the grieving process.

--Edit-- I appreciate the condolences. I'm doing well and the worst is behind me and my family. But thanks :)

--Edit-- Massive thanks for all the awards and kind words. And the puns! Love 'em.

I would have a daughter

Because 10+10 is twenty and 11+11 is twenty too..

Edit: thank you for awards, I have never gotten one before. I apologize that this is a repost, I did see it on TikTok and thought that it was cute and wanted to share. In the future I will check the sub for similar content before I post anything.

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It's Dublin everyday

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But Bill kept the Windows

True story; it even happened last night. My 5-year-old son walks up behind me and out of the blue says, "hey."

I turn to him and say, "yeah, kiddo? What's up?"

He responds, "it's dead grass."

I'm really confused and trying to figure out what's wrong and what he wants from me. "What? There's dead grass? What's wrong with that?"

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He says, totally straight-faced, "hay is dead grass," and runs off.

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You officially hit rock bottom

And then you will all be sorry.

No it doesn't.

Now it’s syncing.

Because he wanted space

Edit: Thank you for the awards.

He replied, "Well, stop going to those places then!"

I will find you. You have my Word.

She said how do you know he was headed to work?

“thank you for your cervix.”

...sails are going through the roof.

Mods said I'm a cereal reposter...

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He thought homes were built, not born.

But now I stand corrected.

This is a short and not so very sweet story that happened back in 2019. I was recently reminded of it so I thought I'd share here.

My friend had recently introduced me to D&D and I was excited to play as much as I can so I was invited to this D&D discord. Every DM in the server streamed their games on Twitch and my character was quickly becoming a fan favorite. Not so much because of the character, but because I as in individual have a rather soft high pitched voice. If I had a dollar for every time I've been called a loli, I'd be rich. Meanwhile, the owner of the server was looking for a new player to join his campaign. So my current DM, being a player in that campaign, recommended me. I was a perfect fit since I love roleplaying and is well behaved as a player in general.

The party in his campaign had recently adopted a kid into the group. They had uncovered a secret cult in the town they were in and saved the kid before they were sacrificed. Since then, three of the party members decided to start training the kid to fight. The DM, who had been planning to get rid of the NPC, decided instead that since he needed a new player, he would get someone to play said kid. Here comes me lol. I write up a backstory as well as including the whole cult dealio, and make the kid a Glasya Tiefling Rogue; daughter of a nobleman who had been visiting the town, only to be kidnapped by the cult. Her father had been killed by the cult and now she finds herself with the party, opting to stay with them for the time being as she's too afraid to return home.

Fast forward about two months adventuring with the party and we run into a Red Dragon. Initiative is rolled. At the beginning of combat, I fail my saving throw and become frightened. Welp, kid goes invisible and starts climbing the cliff to get away, which she does easily as she has the cloak of arachnida. At the top of the cliff, the kid finds a well which she decides to hide in. Well, something very interesting was inside that well. The DM wasn't all too happy that I broke away from the group, but I quickly became unfrighten in the next round. Staying inside the well and using it as cover, the kid rained arrows from the top of the cliff and got that lovely Sneak Attack each time. And by the end of it, she was able to shout down to the rest of the party that there was treasure in the well and she was going to check it out.

At the bottom of the well was the dragon's hoard. The party got a number of magic items,

Wait. Sorry, wrong sub.

Wookie mistake.

Theoretical Fizz-ics

Because you can’t ‘C’ in the dark

Now he’s a great grandfather

I said, “That makes two of us.”