i was present a few months ago when my best friend found out that outlier isn’t pronounced “oot-lee-yay” and i haven’t been the same since
“average person thinks outlier pronounced oot-lee-yay” factoid actualy (sic) just statistical error. No person thinks outlier pronounced oot-lee-yay. French Canadian Georg, who has mispronounced word for 39 years, is an ootleeyay adn should not have been counted
living in the united states is supremely fucked up cause we’re one of the richest, most powerful juggernauts on the planet, but your average citizen has relatively infinitesimal access to that wealth and power, and very little they can do to improve things.
being poor in the US still makes you rich by some global standards, but often times The American Experience is like….. you’re a passenger locked in the baggage hold of a very long train that’s going very fast. and the people driving the train are running it off the rails and shouting CHOO CHOO MOTHERFUCKERS CHOO CHOOOOOOOOO as they thoughtlessly bulldoze this train through everything in its path. you want very badly to get off the train or bludgeon the conductors with a crowbar, because you don’t like where it’s going, but you’re handcuffed in a duffel bag and the conductors have barricaded themselves in the engine cars with all the food, medicine, and tools that could be used to help you out.
and UNDERSTANDABLY the rest of the world is like “what the FUCK is wrong with that train??? it must be stopped! there are so many people on the train why is nobody breaking into the conductor’s booth and stopping it??!” but most of us are just squirming for basic survival in the last few cars while billionaires sit on top of the train sniping anyone brave enough to crawl up from the cargo hold, all while shouting that you’re lucky to be on such a luxurious, successful train at all.
I’ve never seen being an American explained so well.
Guys a few days ago i saw these two guys that were both probably in their early twenties at the store at like nine o'clock at night and one of them was wearing these fuzzy duck sandals that quacked loudly every time he took a step and his friend was pacing away from him as fast as he could going “I don’t know you. We are not friends.” While the other laughed hysterically about his duck shoes.
