I don’t understand how Walmart can sell three medium-size chocolate chip cookies for 98 cents that taste 80% as good as the cookies from Whole Foods that are $2.00 each. It’s almost three times as much cookie for half the price. It’s not like Whole Foods pays their people all that much more.
How is this possible? (Seriously, WMT’s “marketplace” chocolate chip cookies are pretty good.)
I just want to say unequivocally that the advice I see from feminists to “treat women just like you’d treat men” at work or to “treat women like you’d treat The Rock” is terrible, worthless advice. If I did that, if any man did that, we’d be fired, in jail, or likely both within the week.
I don’t think women have any real insight into how men relate to and treat each other. It’s much, much harsher than most men ever treat most women. Really, I think women have no idea here. Something I’d say (jokingly-ish) to a male colleague: “Hey, numbnuts, why’d you screw up that route? Where’d you learn IT, Trump University?”
Can you imagine saying that to a woman in the workplace? Unless I knew her very well indeed, I simply can’t. And if someone said that to me, if I screwed up the route, whatever.
And even if you use The Rock as an example, I’d joke around with him in ways (no, not about women, etc.) that no women would tolerate or would expect.
Perhaps men should be meeker or kinder or however you want to term it — but all I am saying is that right now admonishing men to treat women like they treat other men would leave most women running out of the workplace at a high rate of speed.
The only noise that doesn’t bother me is the owls that hoot and call near our house fairly frequently. They can hoot and carry on 24 hours a day. Go for it. No restrictions. Actually, most nature sounds don’t get on my nerves but owls are the best.
Human noise, though, can go right into the abyss. I’d really like people if it weren’t for…everything. Owls, though, are owlright with me.
My pronouns for today are “scrumpy” and “Anabasis by Xenophon.”
I am thinking about buying a spare iPhone SE since that appears it’ll be the last usable phone ever made. I am worried about mine breaking and not having a phone I am able to use. You know, a real phone with headphone jack and not the size of Montana.
To Enjoy Exercise More, Join a Team.
Don’t you mean, to enjoy exercise less? This is some extrovert shit right here. I enjoy exercising with my partner or by myself. I already spend too much time with people all day. Working out is when I can zone out, do my own thing, get stronger without competing with anyone or worrying about what they think.