John "The Other" Hembling on MRAs spamming Occidental College with false rape reports: "Go forward, brothers, and f*ck their sh*t up!"

A white knighting mangina, you mean!

Those MRAs really have their fingers on the pulse of society, huh?

Totally random, but I’m oddly charmed by the fact that there’s a mountain lion hanging out in the middle of LA.

http://www.weather.com/video/big-cat-roams-in-hollywood-hills-41926

(Hopefully hikers are taking appropriate precautions, as are people who live near the park who have cats and dogs.)

Thanks guys for your explanations. The legal limit here is 0,02 %, which pretty much means you can’t drink AT ALL, and that’s what people go by.

It’s interesting, because I’ve talked to a woman who lived in France for a while, and she said that while at first she was apalled by the way people would have wine for lunch and then drive, she sort of accepted this custom herself after having lived there for a year… But here, yeah, it’s not just the law, it’s morality as well. Most people would really judge you as horribly irresponsible if you had a little bit to drink with your food at a restaurant, for instance, and then drove home.
I’m not saying Swedes are perfectly responsible drivers though, since it’s completely accepted to drive when you’re really tired, although that’s really as bad as driving when you’ve had a bit to drink. So that’s hypocritical. Still, the idea that you should have peak reflexes when driving makes sense. After, like, two beers, you might be perfectly capable of driving around safely in normal conditions, but still too slow to hit the breaks in time if a child or an animal would unexpectedly dart out in front of the car… You obviously don’t need peak reflexes to have sex though – you just need to know what you’re doing.

The driving while exhausted thing does bother me. I can’t remember the exact number of hours of sleep, but there’s a point of sleep deprivation at which they’ve measured it and a driver’s performance is just as impaired as if they were legally drunk. Part of the problem in the US is that in many parts of the country people wouldn’t be able to, say, get to work in the morning without driving because there’s no public transport infrastructure, so no matter how tired they are it’s either drive while barely able to keep their eyes open or call in sick.

I have seen fresh mountain lion tracks while hiking in LA. (Fresh as in the animal was probably still within 100 yards of us. The paw print was perfect, and the dirt around the edges wasn’t even starting to crumble yet.)

I think in Montana, or maybe Wyoming, it was legal until very recently to drive while drinking.

You obviously don’t need peak reflexes to have sex though – you just need to know what you’re doing.

Yeah, the standards for driving competently and making an informed decision are going to be different. I’d never drive after even a single beer, but it would take something other than alcohol to get me to a point where I’d consider myself incapable of informed decision-making.

That said, I’ve seen enough people who seem rational who retain no memory of those events the next day, which is why I don’t hit on drunk people; I never want to be in a bed with someone who can’t remember the night before.

Looks like 0.1-0.125 is where good judgement goes out the window, and by 0.13 you’re obviously drunk. (Like, reaching the point of falling down drunk)

So over the legal limit might not be a bad standard since that’s probably a one drink difference. Certainly once you’ve reached slurring (which starts around the lower end of those levels) you’re past the point of good judgement and shouldn’t go picking up people who’re that drunk.

I’d think just one drink would be the ideal level for drunken sex — it’s the area where you’re probably a happy drunk, reactions aren’t notably impaired, and the effect on mental state is just enough for inhibitions to be lowered by judgement to be maintained. In short — happy, less shy, still able to make decisions.

This is, of course, assuming you aren’t drinking with an existing partner where you’d be consenting sober, in that case I can see putting the rapey line a smidge higher since all involved parties likely know whether the other parties are too impaired to make decisions — the difference between plying someone with alcohol and having some alcohol with a lover you were intending to fuck already. (Note though, I’m making a moral distinction, not a legal one — legally perhaps the standard should be a simple “does you potential partner appear drunk? If yes, get their number and call in the morning”)

A few years ago a friend brought one of those “DIY” breathalyzers to a party. At that point, I had had three or four drinks and considered myself quite impaired (I wasn’t the designated driver, obviously!), so I was surprised to find I still registered under the legal limit. My personal rule for drinking and driving is not more than one drink, and wait at least one hour after that before driving. It definitely doesn’t take much to affect one’s judgment.

Aren’t open containers still legal in Louisiana? When my dad was there he complained about seeing folks driving around with drinks in their hands.

I was once at a friend’s house for snacks and wine, I had one glass, waited an hour, then figured I was good to go and drove home. Nothing happened, but although I felt perfectly lucid I noticed that my eyesight wasn’t as good as it usually was. That was kind of scary.

Another time I was out to dinner with friends, and while I usually have one beer with dinnner, this time I decided to have two for some reason. Again, I felt perfectly fine when I left, then I stepped outside and promptly fell off the curb. I turned around, went back inside, and told my friends I needed a ride. Luckily I was parked in a lot that allowed overnight parking, and it was close to home.

Anyway, what I learned from those experiences was, no alcohol at all for me if I’m planning to drive within the next four hours or so.

Years later I learned another important lesson: Never drive while having a nervous breakdown. It’s a wonder I’m still alive and not in jail.

@ hellkell

The reason I wonder is that a drive-through for what I generally think of as alcoholic Slurpies (frozen margaritas, daquiris, and so on) exists.