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As a former employee of Victoria’s Secret, I can attest to this being the truth. Good luck finding a good DD bra in any section other than the Body By Victoria nude colors section.
You know what was my first tought when i lost weight and my boobs were a little smaller?
“I CAN FINALLY WEAR PRETTY BRAS WOHOOOOO!”
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Somebody said Humans would be the Mad Scientist species to aliens- like, aliens watch Back To The Future, and they see Doc Brown, and they think yes this is a human scientist, they’re all that crazy, these humans do such insane things with science.
I would like to offer an alternative.
Humans are tough. We can shrug off plenty of injuries, and we recover pretty fast from most others. Hell, we find minor injuries amusing (Don’t tell me you’ve never laughed at someone getting hit in the balls).
Humans have a skewed sense of danger. We think baby anything is cute- tigers, lions, alligators, whatever, no matter how scary they grow up to be- and even then there’s people that would happily cuddle up to a grizzly. Even less adventurous humans keep vermin as pets, or snakes, or dogs, that apex predator sub-species we made.
We are fascinated by morbid and scary stuff. We have a whole genre designed to terrify people. Tons of fantasy revolves around deadly monsters, plenty of which involve romance with said monsters. Lots of grim dystopias in sci-fi. Even children’s stories involve grandmothers getting eaten or witches getting cooked in their own oven.
And if you’re on this site, you know all the jokes we make about depression or social anxiety, or joking about wanting to die.
on the topic of humans being the intergalactic “hold my beer” species: imagine an alien stepping onto a human starship and seeing a space roomba™ with a knife duct taped onto it, just wandering around the ship
it doesn’t have any special intelligence. it’s just a normal space roomba. there are other space roombas on the ship and they don’t have knives. it’s just this one. knife space roomba has full clearance to every room in the ship. occasionally crew members will be talking and then suddenly swear and clutch their ankle. knife space roomba putters off, leaving them to their mild stab wounds.
“what is the point?” asks the alien as another crew member casually steps over the knife-wielding robot. “is it to test your speed and agility?”
“no it doesn’t really go that fast,” replies the captain.
“does it teach you to stay ever-vigilant?”
“I mean I guess so but that’s more of a side effect.”
“does it weed out the weak? does it protect you from invaders? do repeated stabbings let your species heal more quickly in the future?”
“it doesn’t stab very hard, it gets us more than it gets our enemies, and no, but that sounds cool — someone write that down.”
“but then what is its purpose?”
“I don’t know,” the captain says, leaning down to give the space roomba an affectionate pat. “it just seemed cool”
there is no way that there is only one knife roomba
you can not tell me that everyone else on the ship saw that knife robot and did not immediately go “I want one”
humans love to mimic cool shit they see, and they also love to make things fight
there would absolutely be an army of knife wielding space roombas with numbers painted on them by their owners, wandering the halls and occasionally dueling it out
there’s a running tally of each space roomba’s wins and losses, with points added for gouging bystanders on accident (or deducted but lbr, humans came up with Grand Theft Auto)
because of people picking their roombas up and carting them around to find others to duel, or tinkering with the programming so they seek out other roombas, very little cleaning actually gets done
“why?” asks the alien again “does it help you plan strategies for real-life attacks? why use the vaccuming robots, are they specially made to duel well?”
“nah, they kinda suck at it really,” the captain shrugs, looking down at where two are clumsily bumping into each other “it’s just fun to watch. and mine’s winning right now.”
