It’s this, and it’s also more than this: there has to be a limitation put on profit, a place at which the corporation achieves balance and success- enough to not feel the need to continually chip away at wages and working conditions or increasing enshittification in search of immediate short-term profits.

If enough profit is never enough, it will forever remain a constant battle between corporations and workers, and corporations and the public.

Nice dream

This is the stupidest timeline. We miss you Harambe

Perpetually, when cooking meat.

Investing in America, now? Under this president?

-4 dolls. All patriotic Americans are required to surrender 4 dolls immediately for processing and export to Central America

Never heard of it, and you provided no context either. :)

It has become an ongoing issue that my wife complains that she smells something, then gets angry at me if I am unable to smell that same smell, sometimes accusing me of gas lighting her or calling her a liar, when actually I just don’t smell the smell she’s smelling.

I’m not making implications or accusations, I’m not trying to mislead or confuse her, I just can’t smell whatever she’s smelling and that fact frustrates the heck out of her as though I’m personally letting her down. Then she gets a bit aggro and I have to change the garbages / kitchen compost in the hopes that perhaps those are the sources of the smells I can’t smell. Sometimes that helps. She will never change the garbage or take out the compost herself.

When she insisted that she smelled a gas leak from our furnace that I couldn’t smell, we called a professional who confirmed our furnace was working fine and there was no gas leak; but I was still the villain for denying the gas leak ahead of time. Three times in the last 6 months this has been a thing.

Can’t speak for every guy, but some of us will make sure to give extra room on the sidewalk to purposefully indicate that we’re not a threat. A bit of mud is a small price to pay to know that we have prevented even a modicum of fear from springing up in the hearts of a random passerby.

Many of us understand why women choose the Bear over the Man.

It’s not bad. Weirdly I don’t have a perfect spoon even though I have a top 5 forks list

Sprint up or sprint down? Cuz 5 stairs at a time up is mad talent

Congrats! You have achieved poetry. :)

Any dumbass can. :)

Why would you ever want your eggs to be asymmetrical if you could help it? Eggs are fragile and symmetry promotes greater carton balance

That creature deserves love nonetheless, and someday someone will love the fuck out of it

This is some dystopian fan fiction.

Jose has seen me come to work everyday through those doors for more than half a year. I believe this was his idea of a joke. He must have disabled the turnstile right before I was to scan my key card. I went straight to my manager to see “If everything was OK.”

And it’s not all that well-written, either.

Lots of CG

Appreciate that. I was skimming through the next and didn’t specifically see the words “martial law” anywhere. It’s another baseless series of actions that will undermine the rights of people everywhere, but it’s not Martial Law yet

Homemade FTW

Y’all need to rethink your social media campaign and please leave us alone. :)