Sapevate che la prima cassetta a luci rosse è italiana?
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@jcamos it's one of the nodes that are serving the BSD Cafe media (in the American continent). But the DNS will automagically detect that it's down so it will lead people from that continent to one of the European servers
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@thatgiga si na io di mio evito di prendere medicine se non sono casi estremi
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@Gianlu no, sembra essere tutto di naso/setti del cranio. Unica cosa strana ogni tanto un capogiro.
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Questa però è il punto di vista dell'accusa, e non sarebbe la prima volta che i magistrati prendono un granchio.
Io aspetterei di sentire anche cos'ha da dire la difesa visto che fino ad ora la maggior parte dei media ha riportato la cosa da un solo punto di vista (un punto di vista molto più succulento per chi vende notizie, guarda un po').
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Sapevate che la prima cassetta a luci rosse è italiana? 🤣
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@celesteh There is a depiction of Jesus that is pretty much taken from pagan artwork, and that is the Good Shepherd, extremely common (much more than the crucifixion) in early Christian contexts, taken basically from Hermes Kriophoros.
I think that the context is different, with the Kriophoros being related to the sacrifice of a sheep, rather than to a parable about somebody who saves sheep from the wolves, but the images are pretty much the same (to the point where there are multiple examples where we have no idea which one of the two the artwork was supposed to represent.
On the other hand, it feels quite fair to me that somebody who had converted to a new religion would be taking artwork tropes from their own culture and adapt them, especially in the context of a pagan culture where syncretism was the norm, and vaguely similar deities from different cultures were routinely associated with each other.
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Magari rendendo cinture di sicurezza e caschi (e pure vaccini) totalmente facoltativi diminuiscono un po'…
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The Japanese idol industry drives me up the wall.
Imagine being one of these poor girls. You train nonstop, you sing, you dance, you look flawless under stadium lights, you sign a mountain of merch—and somehow the job description also includes “must be a chaste, ethereal being who has never even looked at a boyfriend.”
It’s absurd. It’s like demanding Olympic-level performance from someone, then adding “also, please don’t have a personal life, ever.”
