I hereby do solemnly pledge not to praise or criticize books I have not read.
I hereby do solemnly pledge not to write a romantic set piece as taking place in the Anne Frank House, because if there’s one thing the memory of Anne Frank doesn’t need it’s armies of self-described “nerdfighters” making out with their boyfriend in the very room where a young woman’s girlhood rotted and died.
The cognitive dissonance caused by a society that tells its children to “follow their dreams” through messages in films, literature, etc. and then punishes them for not choosing safe, money making careers in adulthood is fascinating, to say the least
a man with a degree and a job making in a month what i make in a year will pull out his phone to calculate exactly what 20% of his fucking $15 haircut was and leave me $3
a cocktail waitress will hand me $30 and walk out the door
the difference isn’t their income, the difference is how much they value the work i do