What Nanita said.
"roc" is totally a word.
And that is why I don't care about using hotel laundry service when I'm traveling for work! Same with taxis. No, I am not going to navigate public transport in a country where I don't speak the language.
I once took a taxi two blocks. Actually, I did it twice. In my defense, I was in heels, it was on a hill, and it was humid as all hell. I didn't want to arrive at the conference sweaty and out of breath.
Exactly, Nanita! Them that has, gets. And even worse, we as a culture equate having wealth with being a valuable human being so bullshit like no precooked chicken for SNAP makes sense to people. It's a whole lot of wrong.
Travel expenses I do not begrudge anyone. I don't actually begrudge the perks etc to executives, tbh, I just want that spread around to everyone.
Oh, this meeting is going to suck so much. A 6:45AM meeting, but longer and more procedural.
And even worse, we as a culture equate having wealth with being a valuable human being so bullshit like no precooked chicken for SNAP makes sense to people.
See also Ben Carson spending $31,561 of our dollars on a dining room set for his office while warning of the dangers of public housing being too cozy. It really turns my stomach.
I'd feel more comfortable if the office I was at this week wasn't wired to blow.
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That...doesn't seem promising.
I just got to tell someone I won't push for a raise for her, so that was enjoyable.
They aren't really explosives.
That looks disconcerting, Gud.
Yeah, the whole "let's not let poor people get too comfortable" thing really grates my cheese. It seems tied into the whole prosperity gospel thing, where if you have money it's because you're a good person and God loves you. Thus logically leading to the conclusion that if you don't have money it's because you're a bad person and God is punishing you. Don't wanna get in the way of God's judgment and actually help the poor—God might start giving you the side-eye. It's all so distant from anything in the actual Gospels that I want to start believing in hell just to picture Oral Roberts roasting there.