I don't think it has gotten progressively worse, only because it couldn't.

Why bother rewriting books that nobody's going to read anyway?

Too funny.

I remember when people started using the n word

The sixteenth century?

When I was in fifth grade we had an activity one day where we made t-shirts by using transfer crayons and drawing on a special piece of paper and then ironing it onto our shirts. I was reading Heinlein's The Star Beast at the time and I drew the creature from this edition's cover for my shirt. I decided my creature was to be from the planet Venus, so I added the caption "VENEREAL POWER" to my iron-on drawing of a basically penis-shaped alien monster.

The teacher called me up to the desk and pointed to his dictionary which was open to the definition of the word "venereal" and I learned that day that it meant something other than "from Venus". Meanwhile he was looking down at the floor and shaking slightly and it was only years later that I realized he was trying his best not to burst out laughing. He let me make the t-shirt anyway, and I really wish I still had it, but t-shirts don't last 50 years.

Literally destroying old books.

It's never too late to get in shape, but 40 is a really long way from being too late to get in shape.

My body is a machine that turns articular cartilage into bone.

That didn't help Supergirl.

My school district hired a new superintendent last year. When he gave his introductory presentation, he included a bit about how AI was here to stay and we were just going to have to live with it and use it. Something that is objectively making kids dumber and the school super is completely on board with it.

I used to work for Comcast at their HQ in Philly. It was more noteworthy to meet somebody who wasn't a vice president.

they’d say hours were normal but they might need extra hours during “crunch time”,

I always had this arrangement at the companies I worked for, except the "normal hours" were actually me doing next to nothing, and the "crunch time" was me genuinely busting my ass for a few weeks nearly every waking hour to get the software finished and out the door. It was nothing more than an extension of how I handled college rather than some arrangement that the companies intentionally offered. Management was always just so utterly fucking clueless about anything related to the technical side of software development that it was easy to fool them into thinking that my way of doing things was just normal for the field.