So T-shirt spec is like the written law of Urbit; strangers can read it, we can't help that. But of course there are the unwritten laws and rules of polite speech, here in Urbit just as everywhere else. There are special occasions (you just know!) where you must use exactly the right phrases (you just know!)
Ahh, but she slips, uses the wrong phrase. Now everybody knows: she's a pervert! Rolling her own decrement, the little... Quick, freeze her out of the conversation. She shall speak no more.
But look, isn't she hot? Really, it could be nice... but alas, there's just no way around Urbit gov's cryptographic chastity belt locks...
Ahh, but she slips, uses the wrong phrase. Now everybody knows: she's a pervert! Rolling her own decrement, the little... Quick, freeze her out of the conversation. She shall speak no more.
But look, isn't she hot? Really, it could be nice... but alas, there's just no way around Urbit gov's cryptographic chastity belt locks...