The fascinating thing about Tumblr polls is their ability to demonstrate that no matter how thorough you think you were, it is not possible to ask a simple question with enough clarity to receive the type of answers you were hoping for. You could ask “have you ever been to France?” and clarify that by “you” you’re referring to the singular ‘you’, the person reading the question, and I suppose in cases of multiple/system interpretation of DID, all people currently or previously inhabiting the same body, but no other family members or people that one could otherwise count as 'kin’.
By 'been to’ you mean 'has personally physically stepped on french soil’ so being on a plane that flew through french airspace doesn’t count if you didn’t land, sitting in a car/bus that drove through the country doesn’t count if you didn’t step out of the vehicle at any point, and being there as a fetus when your expecting parent was pregnant with you doesn’t count. Getting dicked down by a frenchman also doesn’t count, in that case France was in you and not the other way around. Also “I was born in France/I am french” is a separate option.
And you figure you’ve covered all your bases but once you hit “post”, the comment section explodes into mass confusion. Someone wants to know if it counts as visiting France if you were in France but you used a wheelchair. Someone asks if it counts if the frenchman was bottoming, or if you got dicked down by a frenchwoman. Somebody doesn’t understand what OP means by “France”. Another person is offended that their trip to France “apparently doesn’t count” since they also had sex with a local while there. Somebody doesn’t understand why “I am french canadian” wasn’t included as an option. OP doesn’t understand why “I am french canadian” would be included as an option. Four people were frozen stiff in terror and confusion, but made a brave attempt to wildly guess what the question means, and answered something completely wrong.
I accidentally added a poll and can’t remove it, so it is now part of this post:
Part of my job is writing test questions for adults, and OH MY GOD. HOLY SHIT. JESUS CHRIST ON A POGO STICK.
You are correct.
this is the exact same energy as working any customer service job
EVEN the good ones, like “selling your own handmade wares at a renaissance fair” where you get to design every piece of your own signage with the benefit of personal experience in what your customers are actually like
example
I used to bring a gumball machine full of beads when I sold bead jewelry at craft fairs. it was always labeled with a sign saying BEADS and also I CAN MAKE THEM INTO NECKLACES FOR YOU and also a small necklace hanging on there to serve as example of what I meant
very fortunately (i am now looking back realizing how lucky i was) none of my customers ever mistook the beads for something edible, except maybe some kids whose parents very quickly corrected them before they could even get out any coins
but still
i will never forget watching a middle-aged lady putting coin after coin into the machine, looking more and more frustrated with every handful of beads she received… and finally coming to me to complain… whereupon I learned that she had been expecting that this transparent dispenser clearly full of beads (and labeled BEADS and also I CAN MAKE THEM INTO NECKLACES FOR YOU) was somehow going to dispense fully formed necklaces