Originally Posted by SirReveller
Perhaps. But let me offer a contrasting picture of another form of "work" that is unequivocally tinder-free (and apologies in advance for using SF as a therapeutic exercise)
SR: Why did you get this cleaner with the koala on it again?
I like it. I actually care about the earth our kids will inhabit, unlike you.
It's dumb. A cleaning lady told me years ago it sucks. I've told you this a million times.
She doesn't know anything.
If I see one more bottle with a fucking koala on it or a rainforest I'm just throwing it out.
You don't clean the house; I do. It's my decision.
You? You call this clean??
There's a difference between clean and tidy.
No! Normal people tidy; then clean.
I do my best! This is a very small house!
Yeah so maybe quit buying shit for the kid! Who needs two dollhouses anyway?
One's for the main floor!
The main floor that's already a giant preschool? Why the fuck is our house a preschool when she already goes to preschool? I pay out the ass for a preschool *and* live in one?
She uses all this stuff!
Yeah for one minute. Then it just takes up space.
You're the one who wants Tropicana. The cans take up way less space.
This now? The fridge?
I get up to go to work: I'm drinking Tropicana. Concentrate is shit.
No: it's the same. You've just been brainwashed.
I don't care if I have. I don't care if it has a Matrix pill in it. I like it better.
It's a waste of money.
I already make coffee every night. I'm not "making" orange juice.
I make it!
You always forget!
I think the kids are asleep. Wanna bang?