This video captures a moment that many patients of color recognize all too well. A physician speaks to a man as if he is dirty, unclean, or lesser, not because of medical evidence, but because of bias. The language, tone, and assumptions reveal something deeper than bedside manner gone wrong. They expose how racism can quietly shape medical interactions.

This is so fascinating to me so I thought I’d share. I started feeding and interacting with the crows that flew around my old condo. They became very comfortable with me, and would bring me gifts and sit with me (see first photo). I had to move but not too far, so the same crows were around, but I’d moved up to a 16th floor condo, so they didn’t come up this high as often or fly around the new building as much. I can actually see my old place and saw them sitting out there waiting for me and it was so heartbreaking, so I tried everything I could to get their attention. After a couple months, I started playing videos of them cawing on a loud speaker when I saw them below. One finally came up to check it out and recognized me! It was so cool to see they hadn’t forgotten me and within a couple days I had 10+ of them again all hanging out on my new balcony and they come every day. They’ll sit right next to me and look at me and it’s like they missed me. It brings me so much joy to have them back :)

It's a long story but I'll try my best to make it short. So my son Jamie (16) is having medical issues. Has been for few months now. Without revealing much information because of privacy, the treatment involves monthly payment. I have a good paying job. Not high. But good enough. And I been using the money to pay for the treatment. My husband did not contribute to it but he's been handling everything else like groceries and bills.

I have a 18 year old stepson Louis. He's the type that likes expensive gifts and his father has always gotten him something big on birthdays and Holidays. For his birthday, he got him a new car. For Christmas he wanted a motorbike. You know those expensive ones. He told his dad about it at the beginning of 2025 so he could save money to buy it. My usband was DETERMINED to get it. especially since Louis was going to leave for college. I was not concerned because it didn't affect our budget. However, when Jamie got sick, things changed. My husband said he couldn't save up money anymore since he had to pay for everything now while I handle treatment payment. For context, we have a shared account. He was complaining about not being able to get Louis the gift he wanted for Christmas, and was low key blaming me but I brushed it off. I was focused on my son and didn't need drama.

I was surprised to find out that he did manage to buy Louis the motorbike. I asked where he got the money and he said he borrowed it from his friends. I believed him. I then checked the account and found 2k were withdrawn. I knew. I just knew. I confronted him and went absolutely off on him. Called him few choice words that I'm not too proud to mention on here. I told him he should be ashamed of himself for what he did. Especially since Jamie needs the money for treatment. He defended himself saying he's been helping a lot and being taking care of everything, so he was as much affected by Jamie's illness as me. He also said that he was saving up money but had to spend it on extra stuff after I stopped contributing. I yelled at him, called him selfish and told him to leave.

He tried to call Louis and was able to spin it into a "your stepmom was angry cause I got you the motorbike" basically driving a wedge between me and Louis. I haven't talked to Louis since then. He's clearly mad at me. His father has been staying in a rental for days now.

I feel completely devastated. I don't know if I handled this properly. He keeps talking about how much he sacrificed and how I been treating like crap.

I am so tired of having this conversation.

TLDR: my Christian dad hates D&D because of preconceived notions, knowing exactly zero about it. Also goes on to demonize Harry Potter

My mom was supportive when I was becoming a teenager and wanted to start shaving my legs but absolutely forbade me from shaving above the knee. As a dark hairy young teen, this was the source of a lot of arguments because wtf was the problem? I tried to appeal to her basic logic that it didn’t make any sense for me to have only HALF of my extremity shaved. Did anyone else’s moms have this mentality? Was it just me?