Because it's run by fucking idiots with MBAs who have no connection whatsoever to the company's profits and losses.
The girls that lived across the street from me had an Easy-Bake oven. Even as a kid I knew those little cakes were fucking terrible. I ate them anyway. Thank god for LED lightbulbs.
If the smell of your pee drives you out of the bathroom, you might be eating too much sugar.
Shit, I could eat a pound of bacon while standing at the stove frying a pound of bacon.
Shit, in my fat phases over the years I would eat in the neighborhood of 6000 calories a day (I would be literally gaining a pound a day since that's 3500 calories over my normal daily intake). It's easy to do when you can basically inhale a box of Little Debbie's zebra cakes in one sitting. It never really occurred to me that I was literally risking immediate death from this behavior.
At LiDL or Aldi an 8 oz. brick of cream cheese is like $1.50, so a little less. What blows my mind is that a 16 oz. plastic tub of cream cheese is like $8 at most places. Like, why the fuck does the plastic tub make it 5X as expensive?
Goddammit when will I finally be free of Old Yeller?
I did a thing in the early '90s that seemed like it was a bullshit scam but turned out to be legitimate. This company mailed you boxes of colored brochures advertising boxes of tupperware (actually Anchor Hocking stuff) for $19.95 plus a $7 delivery fee. There was also a big stack of small sheets of paper with an 800 number to call and a special ID identifying me, and I would staple one of these to each brochure. In the mornings, I would drive around and leave a few copies of these brochures at the front desk of businesses, hospitals, wherever I thought people might see them. People who were interested would call the 800 number and order a box or two. In the evenings I would get a fax with all my orders on it, and in the afternoons I would go to a warehouse with a cashier's check for $19.95 X however many orders I had and then deliver the stuff. Customers would usually pay with a personal check for $26.95 per box.
The fact that I had to show up at the warehouse each afternoon with a big check for the product before I even delivered it was what made it seem scammy. But the whole thing was totally legitimate -- prepaying for the product protected the company from getting scammed by their own employees. Every order was real and the customers always paid. Even though it was always personal checks, in a whole summer of doing this only two checks ever bounced, and both times I went back to the customer and they wrote a new valid check (people were really ashamed of bouncing checks in front of their coworkers).
At the peak of me doing this, I was getting in the neighborhood of 120 orders per day, which means I was making over $4000 a week (and effectively tax-free at that, since this company didn't report anything to the IRS; in fact they never even had my social security number). Which is fucking CRAZY money for a 23-year-old to be making in 1991 dollars. People were just so happy to be able to shop while at work. This shit really was a precursor to Amazon. I stopped doing it to go be a dirt-poor graduate student, which was possibly the biggest mistake of my life.
I wish I had an aux jack. 2001 just predates that, I guess.
My car is a 2001 and has a CD player. Normally, this would preclude playing phone music (without that FM transmitter bullshit, at least), but this CD player was built to accommodate a 6-CD changer in the trunk, and you can buy a little gadget that plugs into the port for this and allows an aux jack to feed audio into the player. This worked great for me until my latest phone which has no audio port. My USB-C to 1/8" jack technically works, but the volume is way too low. So I'm back to burning CDs for my car.
Ah yes, the generation of super rich fucks who were happy to have children mangled in the machinery of their textile factories had "noblesse oblige."