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I studied Artificial Intelligence for four years, and I am not touching LLM AIs with a ten-foot pole.
It's not really about the insane electricity demands, the water usage, tho that's a good reason. It's not even, if I'm honest, about the disastrous effect on the sum of all human art and knowledge.
It's because a) I've studied enough AI to know it's a trick, a sort of linguistic illusion, and b) I've studied enough everything else to understand that I'm not immune to such illusions.
That's the thing. That's the thing about street harrassment. It's not a compliment. It's a demand. It's not enough that they let you know you're attractive. They need to make your attractiveness about them.
In fact, it's a little bit flattering. I'm hot enough to get a whistle. Not very feminist of me, but eh.
OK. Right. De-tense those shoulders. It's fine. He's behind you, he let his opinion be known, but you're on your way.
See? He walked past you, no bother, no transphobia, no dickishness. You got stressed for noth...
What the fuck, Tattie? I swear, you're too suspicious since transitioning. I'm sure he's just a perfectly pleasant man-about-the-neighbourhood. Hashtag #NotAllMen.
Walking home, quarter to eleven at night. Just a few blocks from the bus stop to home. It's been a nice night. I've had fun.