
Just lost a few braincells reading an nyt article about gen z “treat culture” and I can’t even fathom that this is a thing. We’re living in a dystopian hellscape where someone spending $5 a week on a cookie is considered a wasteful brat because they should have just gone for a nice free walk instead and saved the $250 a year that roughly equals four days’ rent. That’s why these ungrateful kids can’t buy a house, naturally.
I am ALL for free treats, like hiking or reading in the park. But at some point you can’t budget your way out of poverty, and you will literally go mad if you deny yourself basic pleasures that are literally all around you. They even lamented that little treats could snowball into doing something absolutely unforgivable like learning how to play the guitar or buying concert tickets.
At what point do we just start saying out loud that living an enjoyable and fulfilling life is now only acceptable at a 100k+ salary, and if you’re one of the millions of people unlucky enough not to be in that category you should just eat dirt and be grateful?
it’s literally millennial avocado toast bullshit all over again, but with nary a pause in between them.
Since we’re talking about gay sports shows I think it’s time you all watch A League of Their Own !!!
Oh hang on (cancels your post real quick)
Saw a locomotive so cool that I suddenly understood a lot more trainspotting
I want to know which thirsty furry government employee sanctioned that buttcrack.
Thank you for flooding my activity feed with nothing but this deer.[/sarcasm]
Here’s a wintery update:
After the snowstorm she’s got herself a fun hat and a chic dress, and yup her ass is so fat you have to shovel the snow off of it.
last year on vacation i found a perfect rock. i assume from the shape it was some kind of fossilized coral? it fit in my hand like a magic talisman or sleeping pet and filled me with a sense of enormous peace. i took about 50 pictures of this rock and kept it the whole time we were on vacation agonizing about whether i could bring it home but then in the end i thought if EVERY tourist took home sea rocks from this beautiful national park that wouldn’t be good, right, and also maybe it’s rude, like there might be some thalassic equivalent of pele’s curse that i don’t know about, so i put it back in the water on our last day. but 9 months have gone by and i still think about it. i love you rock. i miss you
first photo i took of #myrock after the sea lent it to me. its texture was pleasantly coarse but when wet it had a soft almost mossy quality #rock #wonderfulrock #missingmyrock