10 years ago me and my mom worked jobs from home. I did CenturyLink (phone company) and HSN and QVC. She did dish network, directv and Eddie Bauer. It was easier then to find wfh jobs than it is now. Then it was unusual, but no stigma. Now it's like you're an evil clown bent on molesting the village's sheep if you even suggest it. -_-

Wishful thinking.

Girls, too. I grew up with this girl that always collected cool looking sticks, rocks, et cetera. Her room looked like what a bedroom would look like if a raven made a wish to be human. Ended up wiccan, and still collects cool sticks and rocks. Haha.

This is me, the only exception is hand knitted or crocheted items. They're literally the only things I'll actually respect wash instructions on. If someone takes the time to make me something by hand, or if I spend the time to do it, I'll treat it right. Otherwise, that shit is going is going into the washer with shirts, jeans, two towels, a flat sheet, a little bleach, some powder detergent, and some downy. I know you're not supposed to downy towels, but ain't nobody got time for separating laundry in this bish.

In the court of public vibe check he was guilty regardless of what actually happened. Poor dude's life was tragic. I'm not normally one to feel a whole lot of sympathy for the mega rich, but MJ was a good one.

Depending on the state ( in the US) security guards can have all the same powers as real cops. Literal rent a pig. Also depending on the state, security guards are little more tham unglorified receptionists. The exact same job responsibilities, plus being cpr cert'd, for half or less the pay.

Which reminds, y'all be nice to receptionists. That job sucks. be dicks to security if you want to, most of them are only there for 3 months, and the ones who stay longer are probably bootlickers, so, y'know, you do you.

Well fuck. Is America about to invade America? I don't know how much more freedom I can take.

Actually it's super easy.

Step 1: be poor

Step 2: come to terms that you don't have, and likely will never have, enough disposable no income to afford 50 dollar tickets to a concert

Bonus optional step 3: be poor enough that you'll be unlikely to live in a city where musicians will come, even if you found some money. Then you definitely won't have gas money to drive there and see them. :)

It's fool proof.

No one in the US knows WTF a long and short ton are. A ton is 2k lbs. And most Americans probably don't even know the exact weight of a ton outside of "a shit load."

For the most part, we generally only use pounds, feet, miles. Everything else is a mystery. Even ounces, cups and gallons are some fucking magical mystery. Just follow the recipe.

I switched everything to metric years ago, and have never been happier. It made a huge difference in most of the things I do, having a system that makes internal sense. The only thing I still routinely use standard for is sewing, because it's damn near impossible to find any patterns or things like cutting mats in metric in the right sizes for quilting.

Tf is mald?

I mean, despite the rampant bootlicking seen in that generation, boomers didn't create that system. They're victims of it as well, just victims that generally refuse to see it. My mom absolutely has been fucked over by capitalism, and has fucked herself over helping her kids. But she acknowledges why, and agitates for something better. My dad is a victim of this shitty system, too, but was so brainwashed by cold war propaganda that he can't see it most of the time. :/ tldr fuck the boomer politicians and brainwashers, try to help regular boomers realize they're just as much a victim of this shit as we are.

Can't even blame em. Started out in lemmy.world and switched to startrek.website the first time .world went out and someone explained to me how that works with being overloaded. Haven't looked back sense. The local timeline is awesome, the federation is awesome. It really showcases the benefit of a federated service. It made Lemmy such a great replacement for me, whereas before I was struggling to get into lemmy.