So she has 3 websites none of which are GDPR compliant. Shame squiggle Stuart isn't a tattler. I’d love to see what his lawyer has to say on the matter.Yes, so she has a place on there where you can enter your email address and subscribe to her mailing list. She should be explaining how your email address will be used by her. Also if her site is harvesting any other data when you visit, or storing any cookies etc on on your device, this also needs to be declared so you can consent to it?
Remember when she launched the Thrifty Shades of Beige site, there was an issue pointed out then with her privacy policy. Screenshots from @kachoochoo.
Re: the whole Morrissey debacle. Huge fan as a teen, feel majorly embarrassed about it now. I think it killed any inclination towards fandom for me, I just assume every musician is a prick now. I still love Bowie, but I have no illusions that he was a good guy.
My narc ex was a musician, can’t swipe left fast enough whenever I see a guitar on dating apps now!
Probably for the bestI don't know who Morrisey is
So near and yet so farObviously on the way to get help
This is a nice way of thinking about it @Flibbertigibbet , I got a lot of joy out of my love for The Smiths.I don't understand why you would be embarrassed. He was throwing gladiola around at the time, not swastikas. His lyrics were funny, Marr's riffs were catchy, and there was nothing wrong with singing along at the top of your voice of you wanted to. You can assume musicians are pricks, but I don't think you should ever feel bad for dancing.
Thankyou for sharing a bit of your niche! I am so fascinated by this whole area.academic Frau here.
For those who are interested. Coping with the nuances of contradictory ideas or experiences is mentally stressful. It requires energy and effort to sit with those seemingly opposite things that all seem true. This can seen with the JM Twitter flying monkeys.
Leon Festinger argued that some people would inevitably resolve dissonance by blindly believing whatever they wanted to believe.
The more aggressive the squiggles defence is a sign of their need to believe as they invested some much in the narrative.
Well I guess that depends if he has his Forever Home?Does he have a hydrangea bush though.
I'm sure there will be some sunk cost fallacy in there as well where people invested actual cash in cookbooks, donations, Kickstarter or Patreon subs, and don't want to fully admit to themselves that they've been had. Which is even more of a shame, when people have done so in good faith.academic Frau here.
For those who are interested. Coping with the nuances of contradictory ideas or experiences is mentally stressful. It requires energy and effort to sit with those seemingly opposite things that all seem true. This can seen with the JM Twitter flying monkeys.
Leon Festinger argued that some people would inevitably resolve dissonance by blindly believing whatever they wanted to believe.
The more aggressive the squiggles defence is a sign of their need to believe as they invested some much in the narrative.
You must be very youngI don't know who Morrisey is
God, hulme was something else back then, as was Salford precinct. The docks are all lovely now, but for many years they weren't. I went to Salford tech before getting a job at hope hospital where I worked with someone who knew Morrissey's family. They didn't have a great opinion of him even back then.I suppose it depends on context. Most of Manchester and Salford inner city was council housing, and the closure of docks, mines, steelworks and factories made many, many people unemployed. Poverty was everywhere. We grew up in the 60s concrete nightmares that were Hulme, Beswick, Ordsall, Salford Precinct, Collyhust etc etc. If you've never seen photographs of these places before the 90s redevelopment, I suggest you Google them, they were unbelievable. Hulme especially had been abandoned by the council and had been taken over by anarchists, while ordinary tenants tried to live amongst chaos. I grew up in view of the docks, which became more and more run down and derelict. The dereliction was everywhere.
Morrisey, in contrast, grew up in Trafford in a semi detached owned property in a leafy suburb with a librarian mother (a middle class sort of profession). I never met his father as he had left before I met him.
But like Jack, they were far better off than most of his contemporaries at the time.
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