Uhn 🥺

The most honest RFC template in existence. Rust developers proposing new features be like: "Here's my brilliant idea that would require someone else to do all the actual hard work." And then the alternatives section just cuts straight to the chase - "Don't do this." The perfect summary of open source feature requests where enthusiasm massively outweighs implementation willingness. The borrow checker might enforce memory safety, but it can't enforce follow-through on ambitious proposals!

The entire tech industry is building digital skyscrapers of complexity—microservices stacked on containers balanced on orchestration tools perched on virtualization—and then there's Rust, just chilling as a single, solid brick. It's like watching everyone bring an aircraft carrier to a knife fight while Rust shows up with a perfectly sharpened pocket knife. The irony is that tiny brick is probably holding up half the wobbly tower. Memory safety doesn't need a mansion, just competent architecture.

OH. MY. CODE. The dating scene for programmers is just BRUTAL! Every single woman has her pick of the entire dev ecosystem - C++ guys, Python nerds, JavaScript hipsters - but there's only ONE arrow pointing to the Rust developer! 💅 That's right, honey! While the memory-leaking masses fight for attention, Rust developers are out here being the rare unicorns everyone wants. The rest are just sitting there with their garbage collection and undefined behaviors wondering why they're still single. Turns out being obsessed with ownership and borrowing isn't just for your code - it's relationship goals! 💯

Ah, the Rust evangelism strike force in their natural habitat. Above ground, we have the beautiful C language basking in the sunlight, nurturing an ecosystem that's been thriving for decades. Meanwhile, underground, the Grim Reaper himself is filming a documentary about the angry Rust crab that's convinced everyone C programmers are just one null pointer dereference away from total system collapse. After 20 years in this industry, I've seen this movie before. Some poor C dev is just trying to climb out of the pit while Rust zealots are down there with their memory safety pitchforks and ownership model torches. Sure, my code segfaults occasionally, but at least I don't have to fight the borrow checker at 3 AM while questioning my career choices.

The only relationship where getting errors is a sign of love. The Rust compiler might tell you that you're a complete failure who can't count parameters correctly, but at least it's consistent and helps you grow. Meanwhile, your toxic ex can't be tamed even with unsafe{} blocks. Both will make you cry at 2 AM, but only one actually cares about your memory safety.

The linguistic anthropology of programming languages we never asked for but desperately needed. C as Latin? Spot on—ancient, foundational, and nobody actually uses it conversationally anymore. The C++ as French comparison is *chef's kiss*. Needlessly complex rules that somehow make you feel inferior for not mastering them? Oui, c'est vrai. JavaScript as English hits too close to home—everyone cobbles together enough to get by, nobody follows the rules, and it somehow powers the entire world despite being a complete mess. And that Python burn... created to be easy but its users "could benefit from a shower once in a while." I've been in enough Python conferences to confirm this isn't entirely fiction. The Rust/Russian comparison might be the most accurate—passionate evangelists absolutely convinced their way is the only path to salvation. Memory safety or gulag, comrade!