(Popularity Rate: 80 ) Are sex dolls and sex bots a good thing or bad? Which one and why?

ople will find them to be useful, others won’t.
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(Popularity Rate: 22 ) What jobs are soon to be no longer required?

a not-so-distant future. Here are examples of some jobs which would be no longer required (at least in some parts of the world) in a period of fifty years:
Taxi/Truck Drivers – Google’s self driving cars are so going to kill this segment.
Factory Workers – As we make progress with mass 3D printing and robotics, we’d be able to eliminate most of the jobs in manufacturing sector as well.
Retail Sales – With services like Amazon Drone, much of the retail sector (including grocery retail sector) would also get on internet. Whatever can’t be fully automated in the short run due to lack of technology would be consumed by heavily automated mega physical stores of large retail corporations. As sales would get automated, production and distribution system would also become incrementally much more efficient and would kill many jobs.
Note that the these three points alone are talking about automating most of the manufacturing, transportation and sales. Let’s also talk about services:
Doctors (for the diagnosis part of the health care) – A doctor follows a fixed procedure while preparing diagnosis. He takes some physical symptoms, some history, gets some tests done and based on all this, his knowledge (obtained from med school) and his experience comes up with a diagnosis. This part can be automated to a large trottla dolls for sale degree. In fact a pool of ‘experience’ consisting of all medical issues ever of all the humans could produce a diagnosis system better than most doctors. I don’t see a reason why we won’t be able to build such a system in fifty years.
Teachers – Before you go all impatient, hear me out first. The most ‘human’ aspect of teaching is answering questions of the students. A machine can’t understand the subject and answer a complicated question, you say. But those complicated questions are asked year after year in all the millions of the classrooms of the whole world. If we could pool this knowledge, we’d be able to develop a system that could answer student questions precisely based on the past data. Even if student asks a fresh question, we could fall back to real teachers (online of course) but since this would happen for under, say 0.1% questions, we would only require 0.1% of current teaching jobs.
Book Publishers – The cost of publishing and distributing a physical book is too high. That’s one of the reasons why conventionally, authors published ten 300 page books instead of three hundred articles each with ten pages. Now when we have internet, we’d just have large platforms for sharing knowledge where people would write content shorter than a book (Quora is one of the many ways of envisioning that platform). While the authors might still have business, publishing and distributing would be automated & centralized.
Bank Cashiers- With more advancements in automated banking solutions, there’d be no jobs for people dealing with physical currency in physical bank offices.
Foreign Currency Agents – As electronic money penetrates deeper even within developing countries, we’d just never need to exchange currency before going on a trip. I personally believe (rather hope) that we’d be able to get rid of physical currencies completely in the near future.

These are just some of the different types of jobs from the top of my head which won’t be required in the future. Like I said in the beginning, I truly believe that we’d be able to automate enough that a heavy majority of our whole populat

(Popularity Rate: 36 ) Have you ever let a guy use sex toys on you?

wear inside me. And guess who gets the remote? Well, it certainly isn’t me.
We have so much fun going out with me having it up inside me. Sometimes we’ll go out with him not being aware that I have it in me. It’s only when we get to where we’re going that I’ll hand him the remote while giving him my best ‘Fuck my brains outâ€?look.
He always watches for those inopportune moments to give me a ‘buzz.â€?For instance, if we happen to be at a restaurant, I know that he’s going to give my clit and G-spot as buzz the instant I begin to order. It’s really fun when he can have me worked up just prior to one of those moments and just as I start to speak our little secret goes off and makes me orgasm.
I have learned that when we’re out with other couples to be wary about telling any of the others Piper Dollgirls that I have it inside me. On more than one occasion one of them, including my sister, have trottla dolls for sale wrangled the remote from my boyfriend. When one of the other girls gets it, they are merciless. They always have it running until they drain th

(Popularity Rate: 65 ) How does it make you feel when a male stranger calls you “babe”? How about when he catcalls?

T ANSWER: disgusted with men
BABE ANSWER: Since age 12, most heterosexual males have been scared of me, so I’ve never heard anyone call me “babe,â€?not even a romantic partner (they’ve chosen other pet names…i.e. honey, sweetheart, my love, sexy, gorgeous, hottie, baby, beautiful, and my personal favorite, the Keebler elf pin-up girl).
CATCALL ANSWER: As for catcalls, I’ve had too many of those, and more of those than I care to remember. My feelings have varied, based on my emotional maturity throughout my life and where I lived at the time (no kidding…men in different geographic regions behave differently based on what is culturally acceptable in that area).
Teen years in Dallas, Texas (car culture)—Rarely catcalled as we drove everywhere, making cat-calling difficult. I was stalked almost daily while living in my parent’s home, and that was unnerving and scary. I also had a couple of men in their 40s and 50s who were disturbingly inappropriate, in their lecherous leering and “giftsâ€?of sexy panties from Frederick’s of Hollywood (yes, and my best friend’s father, no less). I was catcalled in Mexico as a teen, but mostly they were men who wanted American money.
Freshman year in college (Texas)—I was close to 18 years old, and it was the first time in my teen years that I did not have a car and had to walk everywhere. Everyday, I had to walk down a hill from my all-girls dorm by an all male dorm on my way to the main quad where classes were held. Every morning, several boys in one of the rooms would look out their window and hold up numbers rating each of us 1 through 10. That was humiliating. Now, I was very accustomed to being “ratedâ€?as I was a competitive gymnast in my teens. I spent almost every Saturday in nothing but a leotard (often times winding up wedged between my buttocks) being judged for every single mistake I made during the competition, and then publicly rated. I don’t ever remember feeling humiliated in that environment, but it sure as hell felt humiliating when those boys did it. I ended up leaving that college after one semester. It was a very disturbing experience. (I ended up at UC Berkeley years later and none of that demeaning behavior was present as the kids were far more intelligent and emotionally mature).
20’s in Manhattan/one year in NJ (walking culture)—Men catcalled me all the time from a distance, and mostly those were blue-collar workers who were from highly misogynistic cultures i.e. Latino’s (Puerto Rican, Dominican, Cuban), African Americans, and Italian Americans. A few white collar men did this as well, usually Italian Americans, from a car when driving by or on foot when I was whisking by them on roller blades. I would describe the feelings ranging from disgust in my early 20s, to anger and disdain for men in my mid 20s, to humor and indifference by my late 20s. By my very late 20s, I began to realize that it had nothing to do with me and was about them and their desperate need for attention from beautiful women they would never have the courage to approach in real life. NOTE: The 4 seasons had a lot to do with how men behaved, as well, as they were deprived for a good 5 months out of the year from seeing the female form during the fall and winter months. No joke, when spring arrives in NY/NJ, and women start shedding the heavy coats, scarves, and hats, males wait with great anticipation for spring dress weather to arrive. Also, I was not treated that way when I visited Boston proper, or when I was in the Hamptons in the summer, or Cape Cod, NH, VT, CT. Down the Jersey shore, cat calls were normative, due to the Italian American cultural influence. If they don’t cat-call you, they’re yelling body-shaming comments, so it’s a lose-lose situation. On occasion, older African American males would yell out to whatever man I was walking with at the time, and tell them they were lucky. The way they said it was sweet, positive and respectful, so that was always kind of humorous and uplifting. Those were the only individuals who ever cat-called anything that was positive and not demeaning (thank you sixtyish & older African American men!).
Traveling internationally in my 20s, I was never cat called during the summer months in London, Brussels, San Juan, Sao Paulo. One warm February day in Paris, I was cat called (while being followed on foot) by two Italian men who didn’t realize I was American. I was furious and cursed at them in French. When they heard my American accent, they were even more turned on. I felt completely disgusted, and like an animal being tracked by hunters.
30s, in LA/beach cities (beach and car culture)—Very few men leered inappropriately or catcalled me, as incredibly beautiful, physically fit, scantily clad women were the norm rather than the exception. Due to the warm weather, men had plenty of eye candy year round, and with this plethora of beautiful, fit females in SoCal, males seemed far less desperate than they did in NY/NJ. In 10 years, I can probably count on both hands the number of times I was “cat calledâ€? and it was always by men in cars who could make a quick getaway. I was disgusted by them and thought they were pathetic, but I ignored them as though they didn’t exist. Again, I knew it was about their fear, cowardice and insecurity.
Traveling internationally in my 30s, I was never catcalled in Tokyo, Taipei, Sydney, Cairns, Melbourne, Alice Springs, Darwin, or Bali, but I was regularly cat called in Paris when I lived there over the summer (2001), mostly by young 20-something Muslim men who called me “le sexbombâ€?when they’d see me. They would say it to my face as they were walking passed me from the opposite American Sex Dolldirection, or yell it at me as they’d step off the Metro and I was stepping on. I had to ask another Parisien what it meant, and they told me that in English, that loosely translates to “a sexual explosion.â€?Great. That’s just what every female longs to hear “hi, you’re a walking orgasm.â€?Disgusting. There is no compliment anywhere in that statement. A few years later when I was telling someone else the story, they told me about an English-version club song that was hot all over Europe over the summer of 2001. Apparently, these guys were telling me I looked like the main blonde woman in the video? I still don’t consider that a compliment, especially with the tone in which the statement was universally expressed.
By age 40, I had moved to the San Francisco Bay area (walking & car culture), a very LGBTQ-dominant area, and the numbers favor heterosexual males who have their pick of moderately attractive females. Cat-calling happens, but rarely. I was surprised once by a carload of twenty-something males who yelled out the car window at me that I was a “total milf.â€?This actually happened in Berkeley, when I was walking to the only Whole Foods store there (at the time). This was mid-week, during the day, so no one else was walking around that area that is about a mile from the UC Berkeley campus (I looked, mostly because I was so shocked to hear someone cat-call anyone). I was confused not only because white males in Berkeley don’t usually cat-call females, but also because I didn’t understand what “MILFâ€?meant. When I was checking out at Whole Foods, I told the cashier what happened and ask him what it meant. He did his best to stifle a smile, and pursed his lips tightly trying to fight back a laugh. He paused for a moment, trying to regain his composure, and then told me he couldn’t say because he might get fired. He suggested I “Google it, but not at workâ€? When I got home, I did just that, and I was floored at what came up on my computer screen. I didn’t realize that was a genre of porn. It made me feel the same way I used to feel when my guy friends in high-school used to lust after my mom (31 years my senior) when they’d come over to play basketball at my house…grossed out.
After reliving all this stuff, I feel like I need to go take a shower to wash the “ickâ€?off. Men can be such gross, debased, sex-crazed animals when they see someone that sexually arouses them.
For decades now, people have asked why I’m still single after all these years? Probably due to the general state of disgust about the way men naturally behave when no one else is looking (and some lesbian women can be just as predatory). It’s one thing to have someone compliment or acknowledge aesthetic beauty, it’s another thing altogether to leer, salivate, and eye-f*ck females openly. It’s sickening to experience that constantly, even when you know it’s a reflection on them and not you. It happens so regularly that it gives “malesâ€?a ba

(Popularity Rate: 59 ) I have a pretty friend, all the seniors love to talk to her, and if my crush looks my way, I doubt he’s looking at me when I have a pretty doll beside me. It’s soul-crushing. How do I get over my insecurities?

st an infatuation and would go away eventually, but that did not happen, and I ended up growing more and more fond of her. Eventually, I decided that I had to get rid of these feelings because the friendship was too valuable for me, so I tried to distance myself from her. However, that didn’t work out either, because after every week or so if we hadn’t spoken, she would strike up a conversation, and with all the means of communication these days, its pretty hard to stay away. And the chemistry between us was just too good. We were both extremely introverted, almost to the point of suffering from social phobia, but when we were together, time would just fly.
Two years went by. School life was done and it was time for college. I had to move to a different city, in a different country. I thought that this would help me in finally getting over her.
My college campus was an hour away from the city. As fate would have it, she too got an admit to a reputed medical school in the same city. But her campus was also an hour away from the city on the other side, so the chances of us meeting would be pretty rare, if ever. Three months went by, and our conversations became few and far between. Both of us had become very busy with college life and adapting to a new place. I was finally beginning to get over her, yay!
Another three months later, I went to the city(an hour away) with my friends, and guess who I bump into as soon as I enter a shopping mall? Yes, her! In a split second, all those feelings came rushing back again. Oh great. Anyways, from then on we started getting close again, and my feelings for her grew stronger still. Not a single day passed that I did not think about her. It was driving me crazy and there was nothing I could do. Finally, I decided I didn’t have a choice but to come out clean and tell her everything. I spoke with her about it, told her I used to have a small crush on her back in high school. She told me that she liked me too(To this day I’m unsure if she was telling the truth or just being nice). However, I conveniently skipped out the part that I was still into her 😛
Even after this conversation, things stayed the same between us, still very good friends, and yet my feelings showed no signs of relenting. Finally, after yet another month of this, I asked her out. She hesistated initally, the next day she said yes. 🙂 After three and a half years, I had successfully left the friendzone 😀
So yeah, coming back to your question, it depends on how big of a crush you have. If you think you can successful

(Popularity Rate: 72 ) How can you describe your 2019 in one picture?

nt but will never complain for what I don’t have.
As there’s no end for our desires ,
In a world, where even if we have a house, we want another one, a bigger one.
If we have 10 trottla dolls for sale or 20 pair of clothes, shoes, we still want more–the latest in fashion and perhaps more expensive than the previous one, we had purchased..
If you have one car, you still want another car—the more advanced, and a bigger and the costlier one.
In the words of Dalai Lama,
When you are discontent, you always want more, more, more. Your desire can never be satisfied. But when you practice contentment, you can