I have a suspicion and this comment section is confirming that. I briefly worked putting places together for short term rentals. Sometimes I had to put together IKEA furniture, other times it was “real wood” furniture. As in, the label claimed it was real wood. This “real wood” however always looked suspicious to me. The feel wasn’t there, the grain was barely convincing, no mention of any species, some “mistakes” seemed odd such as a random saw cut in an otherwise well finished piece. They were always manufactured somewhere in SEA. My guess is “real wood” has no clear definition as evidenced in this comment section and some people see it as an interchangeable term for good quality. So manufacturers can design something that looks like a solid white oak bench and charge premium for it. After all they’ve made no promises. If it were for instance engineered out of bamboo, it is in fact real wood Or can be defended as such.

Thank you!

I think I know how your dad feels. Growing up in West Coast US I didn’t understand why central Americans had such animosity towards being compared or mistaken as Mexican. Then I moved to the south. To my co workers every brown person was Mexican. “hey go ask your little amigo xy or z” was common. “what little amigo?” " The Mexican who’s got the keys to the gate" “I don’t know that guy. Also, he’s Guatemalan. See that flag hanging from his car? It’s a Guatemalan flag” I didn’t piss me off, but it made me feel a way I haven’t felt before and it’s not positive. I now get triggered when people just assume I’m Mexican. It says a lot about them and it’s not good.

I lived in Tennessee for a few years. I’ve never been greeted so many times with “do you speak English?” Sometimes I’d just be like “nah!” And walk away.

It’s different for everyone. For me, I don’t like it when strangers ask so I don’t ask when I’m the one who is curious. If it’s friends or someone getting to know me, it doesn’t matter how it’s asked. I do not mind. If I’m handing you a beer and say " that’ll be x dollars." And you respond by asking where I’m from, it bothers me. It’s the difference between getting to know someone and trying to fit them in a box. I get that sometimes people are curious but not every curiosity has to be satisfied. When I tell them that I’m from US it’s common to be followed by “fine! Where are your parents from?” That’s just weird. I’d never approach a stranger and ask about their parents.

Congratulations! When I moved a few weeks ago I had to sell my old crappy table saw. My new one is used but very much an upgrade. After moving it (almost 300 lbs), I started thinking if I ever move again it stays with the house. Deep down I know I’m not smart enough to remember the misery and that’s why I’m doomed to repeat it.

Lemmy, reddit is more active and has more content but Lemmy will get there. The front page is awful now. It’s full of ads and suggested crap. I subscribed to things for a reason. I liked seeing posts I cared about. This shoving content down my throat approach curiously made me get off the site sooner.