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Cake day: June 11th, 2023

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  • The intro text from that page for those interested:

    In the Indian subcontinent, hijra[n 1] are transgender, intersex, or eunuch people who live in communities that follow a kinship system known as guru-chela system.[5][6][7][8] They are also known as aravani, aruvani, and jogappa.[9] The term is used in Pakistanas khawaja sira, the equivalent of transgender in the Urdu language.[10]

    In Western terms, most hijras are feminine-identified people assigned male at birth. Hijras are officially recognised as a third gender throughout countries in the Indian subcontinent,[11][12][13] being considered neither completely male nor female. Hijras’ identity originates in ancient Hinduism and evolved during the Delhi Sultanate (1206–1526) and Mughal Empire (1526–1707).[14][15]

    Many hijras today live in well-defined and organised all-hijra communities, led by a guru.[7] These communities have consisted over generations of those who are in abject poverty or who have been rejected by or fled their family of origin.[16] Many of them are sex workers.[17]

    The word hijra is a Hindustani word.[18] It has traditionally been translated into English as “eunuch” or “hermaphrodite”, where “the irregularity of the male genitalia is central to the definition”.[19] However, in general hijras have been born male, with only a few having been born with intersex variations.[20] Some hijras undergo an initiation rite into the hijra community called nirvaan, which involves the removal of the penis, scrotum and testicles.[17]

    Since the late 20th century, some hijra activists and non-government organizations have lobbied for official recognition of the hijra as a kind of “third sex” or “third gender”, as neither man nor woman.[21]Hijras have successfully gained this recognition in Bangladesh and are eligible for priority in education and certain kinds of low paid jobs.[22][23] In India, the Supreme Court in April 2014 recognised hijras, transgender people, eunuchs, and intersex people as a “third gender” in law.[5][24][25]Nepal, Pakistan, India and Bangladesh have all legally accepted the existence of a third gender, with India, Pakistan and Nepal including an option for them on passportsand certain official documents.[26]
















  • Painful read, as it resonates with me. I think I’m pretty hot shit but was humbled by the interview processes a few years back.

    But in a different vein, found myself laughing at this reply in the comments:

    Peter Lindberg 9 months ago

    This reminds me about the time I almost got fired. I was at work, playing an intense round of table tennis, when the CEO burst out of his office. “This is it everybody!” he yelled, running over to the Big Wheel. He gave the wheel a spin, and then hurriedly explained “I’ve got a linked list and I need to know if it contains a cycle!”

    I watched the wheel slow to a stop and panic set in as I realized the pointer was on my name. All eyes were on me as the whole team rushed into the Coding Room. I opened our communal laptop and started up notepad, which was the only application it was capable of running. The CIO loved to brag how he had cut 1% of costs by eliminating laptop and IDE purchases.

    Everyone watched intently as I started to implement a linked list in C, which I needed to do before starting on the actual problem. I was pretty sure I knew how to solve this problem, so I started banging out some code. Then I hit a mental block. Someone behind me said meekly “couldn’t we just google this?” The crowd had barely begun to gasp and murmur at this suggestion when the CEO shouted “No! That’s not how we do it!”

    I began to sweat. “How much time do I have left?” I said. “Five minutes!” was the panicked reply from one of my teammates. Suddenly I remembered the final part of the solution and frantically began to type again. “What happens if he runs out of time?” someone whispered. “Nobody knows… But do you really want to find out?” someone else said. I knew I’d be fired at the very least.

    “Done!” I said confidently, and the CEO peered over my shoulder at the screen. After a few seconds, his eyes narrowed. “Ssssyntax error” he hissed. My heart raced as I scanned the code for the error. I found it just in time! A missing semicolon. Everyone sighed in relief and resumed their ping-pong and foosball games. I chuckled to myself and thought “this is why they pay us the big bucks!”

    We’re not actually sure what the company’s product is. Whatever it is though, it relies exclusively on things like sorting and searching algorithms, and somehow doesn’t need data storage, infrastructure, networking, apis, or any of that amateur stuff.