“Both parties is exactly the same and thus I shall not soil myself voting for either” no. you are throwing people under the bus
pursue direct action with the other 99% of your free time but also vote in every election. all of them. all of them. when you don’t vote, you are telling the shitty broken political system we actually have that it’s fine with you to let this continue running things.
Mark the electrician has been here for five minutes and he’s already said “well that’s…weird” twice from the other room and frankly I’m afraid to ask.
It’s not good when skilled tradesman are standing in the middle of your room pinching the bridge if their nose, is it?
Mark just referred to the wiring in our bedroom as “creative” and “interesting”.
This is fine.
And now he’s taking apart the ceiling. I’m not worried, are any of you worried? I’m not, haha, it’s not like this house was previously owned by someone who would do something stupid like try to wire their house themselves…or store tins of varnish under the furnace behind a secret alcove…
Ha ha…
Ha.
Hm.
Fuck.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S NO NEUTRAL WIRES??!?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S GROUNDED INTO THE SCREWS HOLDING UP THE CEILING LIGHT???!?!!
This post crosses my dashboard every so often and every time, I’m reminded of when I discovered that my whole house was grounded to a gas line.
how the fuck did all of those renaissance dilettantes learn so much crap? Like they spoke 3 languages and were foremost in several branches of science, plus they wrote poetry, played the violin, and were master artists? And they still had time to be gay?
none of them ever did any laundry at all
The emotional and physical labor necessary to maintain the lifestyles of Renaissance and Enlightenment polymaths was shunted almost entirely to their uncredited servants, slaves, wives, and daughters.
Whenever we compare ourselves to the ‘genius men’ of the past, and wonder why we fall so short, remember this: their intellectual capacity, energy, and freedom was because there was someone else washing the damn dishes.
Rosalind Miles’ “Who Cooked the Last Supper?” is about how women throughout history provided critical services so men could have leisure time.
You can really tell who’s never experienced poverty and food insecurity when it comes to discussions around food costs and how unhealthy food is cheaper. Some fucker always comes in with the price of like… lettuce or… apples. And it’s like yeah bitch but can you work an 11 hour shift after eating some salad and an apple!?! Find me something cheaper, and more filling than the broke ass staples of boxed mac and cheese, hot dogs, noodles, bread, beans, and rice. I’ll wait.
It also ignores the mental toll that poverty takes like maybe your home made veggie filled recipe isn’t crazy expensive but it also involves prep time and cooking time and organization in terms of fresh food that a lotta poor people can’t manage.
Not to mention if you can only afford to get to the store once every couple weeks via bus or cab then you can’t keep fresh veg on deck.
But ya know.. poor people are just dumb and lazy.
Yeah I could spend $30 making a salad that’s filling and substantial enough to feed a family of three (nvm the cost of formula) or…. I could spend $8 on a pizza that feeds a family of three easily.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
My allergy to preservatives means I have to make everything from scratch every day otherwise I can’t eat. Convenience food will literally kill me because of a rare and specific allergy. And y’know what? Sometimes my sick, disabled ass (cause yes I am still all these things, don’t fucking talk to me about green tea or kale smoothies) can’t eat cause it takes too much physical and mental energy to cook. If there wasn’t someone else in my house helping me, I’d be fucked.
So everyone ever whose been like “but eating real food is so much better/affordable/easy” can hop the fuck off their high horse and eat a knuckle sandwich because no the fuck it is not.
We live in a society that has turned healthy foods into luxury items, and the time needed to make them even more so.
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