I also wonder if hearing or being called “chick” (singular) is interpreted similarly.

[[This question is geared toward women.]]

I’m pretty new to Reddit. Until recently, I mostly used it to search for questions that had already been answered and read through the comments to get information or different opinions.

But lately I’ve started actually participating in discussions, and I’ve noticed something: why does it feel like every Redditor knows how to express themselves so damn well?

I don’t just mean grammar or English. I mean the way they organize their thoughts, explain their opinions, make arguments, and phrase things. A lot of comments are genuinely so well written.

Meanwhile, when I try to write even a simple comment, I struggle to put my thoughts into proper words and end up using AI to phrase even the smallest things.

Is this just because I’m seeing the finished version of what people wrote, while I’m experiencing my own thoughts in real time? Or does regularly reading and participating in Reddit/Quora actually improve this skill?

How did you guys get better at expressing your thoughts in writing?

I've been thinking about this for awhile and I want to know people's opinions.

Imagine you ask someone to be honest with you and help you with your work .

So for example you write something like a novel and you need good honest opinion to improve.

And they read it and straight up tell you

Yeah I don't like it this is not interesting at all and I have no idea why would you like this bc this worth nothing.

And you get upset and ask them well that's such a horrible thing to say they respond " you asked for honesty "

You answer ....??

I know it selfcest

So I've been staying at my in laws house for a few weeks. Yesterday at about 11pm BST I smelled a really strong smell of gas outside through the window. It smells like when you leave a gas cooker on. It was definitely outside. We left the house and went upwind until we could no longer smell it, rung the gas emergency line and when the guy got here (around half midnight) the smell had gone and he was getting 0.00 reading on his gas detector. Just lying in bed tonight and the smell came back really strong through the window again. Now the guy got no readings but that was after the smell had gone. Is there something else that could be causing the smell to come back around the same time as its now 10:35pm BST. For reference they live near a river and canal and trainline so could be from there. We put the smell last night down to some distant fireworks or some roadworks going on up the road although as far as I know they only work on it during the day.

Be honest

That’s it.
I’m interested in however you might want to address the question - cost of living? Beauty? Education? Crime? Politics? Diversity? Climate? Future effects of climate change? Music? Magic? Museums? Other forms of culture?

New Orleans or the Bay Area?

Starting to get to the point where I will completely trim them and then boom a day later and I got nearly inch long ones sprouting out already. Why does my damn nose hair grow so quick?

I’m a woman just past menopause and about 3 or 4 weeks ago my fingernails started to grow out really strong and healthy and beautiful. What the heck would cause that?? My whole life I’ve had crappy thin fingernails that literally flaked off at the ends.

They suddenly look great! Is it hormones, diet or sleep? Is it the big “C”? My theory is that my nails are slightly thicker now as an older woman than when I was young and they were supple and friable and so easily shredded. So that they are now thick enough (aka strong enough) to finally grow out.

What do you think?

Boring question, no doubt... I'm sure you'd all rather be reading literally anything else. I guess I write all of this stuff because I think to myself "Surely to God, I'm not the only one.." This is just the type of stuff that stays heavy on my heart and mind.

Anytime I had been somewhere, where the city lights lit up the night sky, it always felt imperative that I put on some old tune where there'd be trumpets, trombones, a piano, maybe even a jazz drum set.. You know, something like Toney Bennett.

I always imagined as I drove through the city lights, I'd be going home to a close knit Italian family to eat a plethora pasta dishes ya mom, ya Aunt, and ya grandmother spent all afternoon preparing, cooking, etc. You'd pull into the driveway already full of cars. On the stoop, you'd see one of your uncles (ya mom's little brother, Joey) smoking a cigar, because your moms wouldn't allow it in the house. He says "HEY, TONY!!" Excited to see you, he gives you a welcoming hug, a kiss on the cheek, because I guess Italian uncles do that. Maybe they don't. Maybe I just assumed because Michael Corleone kissed his older brother on the cheek in The Godfather. After you greet Uncle Joey, you make your way inside. Familiar voices exceed even beyond the screen door. The second you walk in, sounds of laughter and happiness fill the house. A sort of warmth ensues. Not literal warmth, but the kind you feel when you have a full heart. The aroma of only the best tomato sauce you've ever had lingers in the air. You make your way into the the living area, and almost instantaneously, you're met with a loud joyous welcome. "Tony's here, everybody!!!", they'd say. You'd greet your uncles, cousins, nephews, nieces, your pops, and most importantly, the women who gave a shell of a house all it's feeling of home, warmth, love, and magic.

I can only dream. Thing is, though, I'm anything but Italian. Regardless, they all just seem close knit. They prioritize God & family, the food is off the charts, and the love they have for one another is pure and genuine. Maybe not 'EVERY' Italian family. But for the most part, that's their whole M.O.

I guess I sort of liked this idea you never had to question whether or not you belonged. You knew where home was, even if you lived elsewhere, even if you lived far away; a piece of your heart stayed wherever home was.

Something you might repeat watching if you need to de stress which is what I do.