I'm 35, and I'm perfectly able to engage with the thought process behind the opinion, no matter how radical. All they want is to be treated with respect.
Contrast with “real adults” who e.g. continue to trash the planet because they can't even think of slightly decreasing the amount by which they enrich themselves. Those I don't respect. They are the real radicals.
If a 15 year old says “so much good can happen when a few billionaires kick the bucket”, I'm right there with them.
Hatch has the same role as Poetry or tox: managing environments for you.
Applications should be packaged properly, in a self contained installer for exactly this demographic. It's not Python's fault that this isn't common practice.
Ooo damn that sounds exactly what I'd like to try.
On the other hand I feel like I'm too old for this shit. My system works fine, I understand everything, and things rarely break and never in an unrecoverable way.
Tbf, thanks to X11 Linux isn't safe from stuff like that.
When I use my VR glasses, Steam sometimes creates an uncloseable X window that isn't attached to any process. I don't think even killing XWayland gets rid of it.
I started using it exactly when 4.0 came out, because that's when I started using Linux and I thought learning 3 didn't make sense. But 4 only got stable around 4.4 I think. The problem was that 4.0 wasn't intended to be for end users yet, but distributions didn't realize that and packaged it right away.
KDE didn't repeat that mistake. 5.0 was almost completely smooth sailing (some applications took a long time to port and looked ugly, that's it), and 6.0 was completely seamless.
I think Europe has been a bad place for them for a long time, because the church has put religious paranoia into their heads any also was petty terrible to them.
The only societies I can think of where they had a place were some indigenous American ones, where there was a role for people who are in connection with the spirit world.
For me it was finding people who cared about me, which gave me the self-esteem to ignore bullies (including the bully-informed “voice” in my head)