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There are a few theories about this. I'll define wealth inequality as uneven distribution of money between adults.

One thought is that if everyone was having the equal sum, then there won't be in many cases motivation to work hard, nor excel. Production rate, aswell as skill levels decline. Metaphorically, what would motivate the failing student to study when there seemingly wouldn't be any benefits for it, and why would the A+ student continue to excel, if they'll get the same as the failing student?

Furthermore, one could imagine ethical problems when the state "must" interviene to make things equal again. Due to some people for any possible reason is given extra money. Maybe gave him extra to motivate doing a better job for them, or to show gratitude or validation.

The state taking peoples property or money, and the level of survailance/lack of privacy needed in order to make wealth equality the case, could also be thought to be (unacceptably) ethically problematic.

Would there be less well-being in that type of state in the world or more well-being, than a state of wealth inequality?

How can you know who you are, what trully lies in your heart and finally achieve freedom? I all i ever want is life is to be free….

would yuo do gay sex if you were offered 1 million dollar?

doctors need licenses. lawyers pass the bar. even hairstylists need certification. but someone can go online and charge thousands for financial advice with literally zero proof they know what theyre doing.

I check people on involio now before I take any financial advice seriously. but why is that something I have to do myself? why isnt there a standard?

genuinely curious what people think about this. should there be some kind of verification requirement for anyone selling financial education?

Hi everyone. Today I want to share an unpleasant story about myself. I want to see your outside perspective and, ideally, your thoughts on how I can turn my life around. Better not read this if you don’t want your mood ruined — you’ve been warned.

So, I grew up in a Protestant sect that studied the Bible in depth, but mostly other literature. Until I was 10, it wasn’t a sect — just regular church attendance like everyone else. But after that came a split, and then it gradually became full-blown cult life.

From age 10, I was forced into religion. I didn’t want it, but I had no choice. Luckily, I went to a regular school and college, so I grew up fairly normal and, back then, smart. The years went by — daily readings, indoctrination. I half-believed in it all, because on one hand, it really was about virtue, and they taught some genuinely right things, but… deep down I knew this wasn’t for me. I became a half-believer who knew a lot about religion — including the fact that half-believers deserve harsh punishment. Knowing this tormented me. At the same time, I found refuge in being a nerd (yes, despite everything, they couldn’t take that away from me, thanks to my half-believing dad; my mom was the cultist).

It went like this: worship service — free time on my phone — daily responsibilities — back to my phone. I wouldn’t say I was addicted, but I spent a lot of time on it. I remember it clearly: you’d leave a service feeling enlightened, and go straight to your phone — the embodiment of the Antichrist. It felt like this cycle, this recklessness, was killing something alive in me. Over the years in the sect, I grew colder every year. I was still quite emotional, but… my soul was cooling down — my sense of love, attachment, kindness, the ability to be myself — all of it faded.

I had friends, but an honest, non-swearing, and eventually cold person can’t be a good friend. By 18, I was alone. But despite everything, I felt fine. My mind was fresh and agile. I thought I could do anything… until…

At 18, my mom said she was moving to a village with the community and leaving me alone with my father (he was a Group 1 disabled person. He has since passed). I fell apart. I didn’t mention this, but I was deeply attached to my mom, even if my love for her had cooled. In childhood, she loved me with pure love, was strict when needed — she was a model mother. But with religion, she began to see me as someone she would have to leave behind for God if necessary. She was consumed by religion, and I moved to a different plane. And strangely, I wasn’t even offended, though I should have been.

So, the thought of her moving consumed me. I wasn’t even afraid of losing my mother as such — I understood it was for religious reasons, that she’d still be in touch — I was afraid for my relationship with God. I couldn’t understand what to do, who I was in religious terms now. Total confusion surrounded me without a clear cause or way out. And it became an obsession. I thought about it nonstop, waking and sleeping. I clung to religion and began studying it intensely, even though I’d almost lost interest before and was just going through the motions.

I remember striving to become better and to do no harm to anyone — and it reached idiotic levels. For example, while playing lego with some kid, I was afraid to play "war" with him, so I wouldn’t set a bad example and earn God’s condemnation. There were many such cases. To some extent, it stuck in my mind — I became a kind-hearted idiot. My will, my desires became confused. I couldn’t say what I wanted or didn’t want. I stopped understanding what it even means to want something (and that has stayed with me to this day). Over time, my thoughts were flooded with religious texts. I felt like I had to understand something, but I never did. I developed a animal fear of judgment — the judgment I’d heard so much about. I began examining my own mind, looking at my consciousness and its components metaphysically, and this has tormented me for four years now. I tried to "catch" God’s influence on my mind for some reason, but of course it was all in vain. I developed a sense of being watched by God — or rather, it’s a pattern in my thoughts, if you look closely. And eventually, I became a supervisor of myself, watching my own thoughts and motives. I became a hostage to myself.

A year after this all began, they moved away. I was left alone, but still in contact with them — I even visited them a couple of times. The learned behavior described above became me. I am always lost in thought, often negative thoughts. A nerd, but now truly a stupid one, and everyone around thinks so.

Another two years later, I finally had the courage to leave that place. To be honest, I didn’t leave from some noble realization that it was complete madness — I just left. And they even praised me for my honesty. But even after that, my life didn’t change much. I had more free time, that’s all. I can’t say the people there were cruel or as cold as me — on the contrary, they often supported me, but… it’s not right. Whatever they did, I would have chosen a different life if I could.

Now I feel like melted wax, abandoned by myself, and afraid — just afraid (I hope you understand that description). I can interact with people normally, and now (for about six months), as I’ve started actually working on myself, I’m gradually "thawing". Psychiatry has been absolutely useless. Psychotherapy (I’ve attended four good therapists) has also been almost useless. Recently, I’ve gotten rid of most of my negative thoughts — no matter how justified they were, I’ve become more open, stopped being a hermit.

But I’m not the same person anymore. It’s like manipulating a dead body’s limbs and pretending they’re real movements. I still vividly and powerfully feel this inner coldness, this indifference to myself, my own happiness, and to others. It’s almost like autism, I don’t know. I’m ready to make excuses for myself and even for others for their actions. I’m living my life in vain, even when I try to do something. I’m 22 now. The last four years haven’t been completely wasted, but not lived as they should have been. Many things weren’t taught to me that parents should teach — instead, I was taught things no one should be taught. If this continues, my youth — which comes only once — and maybe my entire life, will be a dull mess, without joy, love, happiness, or any long-awaited relief.

So, as of today, I see my main problems as:

· Inner coldness as described above — emotional coldness, chronic emptiness · Constant rumination about myself, about God, about something else — surveillance over every little thing I do. Mental noise, basically. · Feeling like a brain-dead idiot for not having drawn strong enough conclusions all this time, for sitting in rumination and depression, and still not having built a new, wonderful version of myself. · Weak character.

Write what you think. I’m curious to read it. I’ll be grateful for any words of support or a slap in the face to knock some sense into my stupid head. This is probably my last attempt to find help from outside, because I’ve had enough of therapists and conversations with AIs. After this, I won’t leave myself any alternatives — I’ll either act on my own or die like a weak link.

Kirkuk... if only you knew the complexity of this city. You can find almost every Iraqi ethnicity there. It's like a micro-version of Iraq. It has Kurds, Iraqi Turkmen, Arabs, and Christians. The problem is the conflicting claims: some want it to be part of the Kurdistan Region, others believe the Turkmen should govern it, while the Arab population and the Iraqi central government see it differently. This issue has been ongoing for a very long time without a clear resolution. In your opinion, is there a solution to end this conflict? Who should govern Kirkuk? The Kurds, the original Christian inhabitants, the Turkmen, or the Arabs?" Honestly, I prefer the Kurds to govern Kirkuk and have the mayoralty. As an Arab Iraqi, I am a strong supporter of the Kurds because of my positive experiences with them. On the other hand, I don't support the Iraqi Turkmen because of their ties to Turkey, and I view Turkey as an adversary. If I had to choose between the two, I would definitely choose the Kurds."

I genuinely cannot think of a good subreddit to post it, so here it is.

There are roughly ~770000 homeless people in the USA, of that, ~150000 of that is classified as chronically homeless. These people are the least likely to be productive.

You have the police rounded them all up and now your job is to use this population in any way you want to make the most money. You can do anything with them, laws and the constitution (ie forced labor, just like prisons) do not matter and your sole job is to make as much money as you can. Any accusations of crime would be met with a presidential pardon. Keep in mind though that long term profits matter as well (ie don’t just starve them to death). What do you do? How would you treat them?

I have read this quote frequently online :

>"Straight women are the best example that sexuality is not a choice"

What does this quote imply ?

The way i interpret it seems as if it is really unfortunate to be only attracted to men. How awful it must to be attracted to male gender. Which i believe is abstractly called as Heterofatalism.

On reddit , i saw post in feminism sub which stated " it amazes me how women still chose men " and the quote i stated had the most likes on it

I would like to ask straight women here (replies from bi women welcomed) :

1. Do you dread the fact that you are only attracted to men ?

2. If you could choose your sexuality would you still choose to be attracted to men out of your own free will ?

Can it also be extrapolated to the fact that women as people have to care about Mental health of MEN (i.e men showing emotions ) is not because they care about men as a gender but because they do not have other choice of pontential partners to choose from another gender ?

I think : Given the fact about wide spread violence against women i would not be surprised if that's the case and straight women feel stuck with men.

Also rarely do i see the Physicality of men being praised.

I have always seen how even straight woman state the fact that they really admire the body of a good looking woman without being attracted to her as for lesbian/bi women i guess it's a given.

But I have seen close to negligible amount of women admire male body for what it is : women get attracted out of biology but it was always because the man had good personality (something any woman can have) which made him physically attractive as a partner but I never heard praise for the male body in eyecandy sense.

Which now leads me to think , People only tolerate the Male gender because men hold higher executive position (thanks to years of PATRIARCHAL system) where people are forced to work with Men because they do not have another choice like in corporate company you have to listen to your asshole Boss because otherwise you will scrutinized and fired , which in women's case such as lesbian, bi women , straight women results in higher wage gap , stereotypical behaviour, abilities being questioned etc.

Logically,No one actually wants Men in their lives beyond the convenience that come with them due to make privelege , yeah now some of you may say that is incredibly preposterous and insulting to women married to men but the point I am trying to get at is that straight woman will rarely choose men from their own will if they had fluid sexuality rather because being with a man in relationship yields nothing to them

so can it be said that straight woman are in relationship with men Because there is no other option of gender for them ?? Whereas lesbian relationship is because they actually like the other SO ?

I firmly believe there are more nuances to any situation that is I am open to new critiques and Idea, which is the whole point of this post. I have also internalised beliefs that "men truly don't have any value beyond the resources and convenience that come with them because of PATRIARCHY, remove it and no one would bat an eye at this gender , i know that it's wrong but i cannot shake this belief either.

I want input of straight women !

Please if you are man reading this do not post a comment unless you want to reply to a comment made by women !

In practical terms, what do you think would be the best way to act as humanity if tomorrow morning we all wake up and decide to just live and enjoy life?

Imagine as if by magic suddenly everyone has a lightbulb moment and realize how silly we’ve all been worrying all the time about things we can’t control,the future, how we look, what others think, what others do. We all realize how lucky we are to be alive, and we feel full of joy and gratitude, and shift our focus to making life as good as possible for ourselves and everybody else.

How would our society reorganize?

Probably working wouldn't be a priority anymore, and we wouldn't need courts, police, or military, but there are so many aspects that could be improved from our current situation. What do you think would be best to do?

I recently purchased a product that said "made with grass fed butter"

I spent my whole childhood trying to answer this question and I still haven’t found an answer that doesn’t involve blameing myself.

So I need to give a little context on this one cuz it’s a bit of a complicated family dynamic and i might be biased but I will try as best as I can to make everything clear

So my dad has 3 kids from 3 different marriages, me (20 F) and my two older brothers who were already in their 20s when dad remarried my mom and had me, so pretty big age cap. I will not talk about the middle brother cuz we have a really good relationship and genuinely love each other, but the oldest brother really, not exaggerating, hates my guts, he admited to hating me from the day I was born and for no apparent reason. He also holds a big grudge against our dad for ruining his childhood or something, and obviously against my mom. I also feel the need to add that I never in my life met a person who has this much hatred and cruelty and, in my opinion, he’s a complete sociopath (like unaliving stray animals for crossing his property in very graphic ways and beating his family). Speaking of his family, having this big of an age gap he obviously also had kids at the same time my dad had me, and his 2 daughters that are technically my nieces are really close in age with me and we act more like cousins or best friends, and really loved each other growing up and still do. But the thing is we were never allowed to play together, like never they were never allowed to come to my and my dads house(the girls grandpa) he would come but I can only remember a handful of times from the early years when they came to my house, but that stil didn’t stop us from being best friends, we would often hang out in secret and the thing that still infuriates me to this day is that the girls would often INVITE ME to their house but when their dad was there they acted al surprised when I showed up “uninvited” to avoid being punished by their dad (they both cut him off completely eventually)

And what bugs me so much it’s that I spend my entire childhood trying to make this loser asshole to at least like me and couldn’t understand why he didn’t and it really hurt me tbh. And it really bugs me that I’m really fucking scared and avoid running into him cuz he promised me a beating from still keeping contact with the daughters that cut him off, mind you this man is in his 40s now! And even now when we girls hang out we have to sneak around as to avoid running into him.

I was just a kid and I need some clousure that I will never get. For a long time I tried to fine an explanation like I was just to as a kid annoying.

Sometimes people worry about small details that others don’t even pick up on. What causes that kind of self-consciousness?

Smells can trigger vivid memories more than other senses. What’s the reason behind this?