The algorithm

So the other day a frennamine posted about a pride march being too long, and I jokingly commented "we're here, we're queer, our feet are tired."

The Algorithm has drawn the only possible conclusion: my "people you may know" friend suggestions list suddenly consists entirely of shirtless men in leather dog masks, with names like Ryder Hard and PuppyKing King.

(Presumably this post will cement that in place permanently.)

(Emily is now concerned I might hurt PuppyKing King's feelings. No judgement, Mr. King; it's all cool, just, you know, not my kind of thing)