It was a VHS copy though, not a DVD or Blu-Ray.
Stupid political crap your friends post on facebook. - Page 326
What does it say about dank memes or 85 news articles a day?
It isn't wasting time when I can get imaginary thumbs-ups.
There's nothing better than going on a diet for a couple of days and then complaining about all the fatties who don't control what they eat.
I used to love finding stupid political crap that my friends posted on Facebook. I would copy it to an email and send it around to a few other friends, mocking whoever posted it. One day I had some weird slip where I accidentally included the person that I was making fun of on the email. Just some weird subconscious thing. It was bad. I was mocking her appearance and everything. Lost my friend over it.
After that, I had to stop myself from looking at stupid political crap my friends post on Facebook and have now resorted to looking at stupid political crap StyleForum posters' friends post on Facebook. It's all quite pathetic of me.
"When I read the announcement, an email from my union, the Teaching Assistants’ Association (TAA), regarding this call to cut my pay, my initial reaction was to ask my partner, 'but how will we survive?!?' Already struggling to scrape enough together to cover rent and food, our most current concern is whether or not to put the necessary $900 worth of work into my Honda Civic in order to drive home to Appleton, Wisconsin for Christmas. After almost eight years of graduate school, having taught over 500 students and mentored and advised dozens more, I sighed exhaustedly at the possibility of having less money to stretch amongst our never-ending bills. The only concept that shocked me more than the most current strike against graduate assistants and our families was my partner’s response to my desperate question.
When asked how we would survive on even less income, he responded, 'we’ll live within our means.' How in the world is that possible? We literally do not have enough money to pay our bills, let alone have excess finances to think about one day buying a house or a reliable vehicle, let alone think about going on a sporadic vacation. What in the heck would make a person say something so asinine?
After taking the time to exhale and reflect on how an aspiring labor historian and working-class activist would be having such a conversation in her living room, I had an important realization— maybe even a valuable reminder from my former mentor, Camille Guérin-Gonzales, who passed away in February from cancer. It’s not only employers that seek to control and undermine the labor movement, but also that workers create divisions among themselves. So, rather than initiate a useless debate with my partner about important economic matters like decreasing wages, unsafe working conditions, and inflation, I decided to write this reaction to a wider audience. Where does this apathy come from? Why would people swallow a decrease in compensation for their hard work, when they could protest unfair actions on the part of their employers? Already living below the poverty line, I cannot fathom accepting this affront to my already overworked body and expended brain. Our contract may say that we work twenty hours a week but we labor for far more. So, why should we work harder; why should we live with less and less? Who came up with this awful idea of an unbearable American 'work ethic'?"
Here's an idea: graduate in less than eight fucking years. Also, how the hell have you only taught 500 students in eight years when the University of Wisconsin has more than 40,000 students at any given time?