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        Children, Life, and Shopping: Jonnie Hallman
 Gestern
 @destroytoday
 Still have no idea how people can...
 work a full-time job
 cook dinner often
 exercise regularly
 enjoy weekends
 keep the apartment clean
 Seems basic, but I can't consistently do it.
 shine a light
 Vor 14 Stunden
 @rknLA
 Current full-time (40hr/wk) jobs aren't
 designed for single people to do this; they're
 post-war relics & depend on the unpaid labor
 of a spouse for cooking, cleaning, shopping,
 etc.
 You're not deficient for not being able to do it
 yourself
roach-works:
i went into my 40-50 hr/week manual labor job with the explicit agreement with my spouse that i would do the paid labor and they’d be my pit crew. i get home too tired to cook by the end of the week, almost too tired to eat. all my younger coworkers are destroying their kidneys with caffeinated sports drinks, and the men who participate in the care of their children come to work looking like miserable zombies. my friend russel loves his kids and spends all weekend with them and comes into work on monday looking like he’s one sneeze away from the grave because he couldn’t get enough sleep. 
you can’t have a good life when 40 hours a week are spent laboring. there’s no room for cooking or cleaning or children, you HAVE to trade necessary rest for those things. it’s a huge sexist problem that we don’t expect men to cook, clean, or care for children, because it’s also a huge sexist problem that traditional work/life ‘balance’ of a 40-hour work week completely prohibits people from fully engaging in life outside of labor. 
letting women into the workforce was a great first step. redefining how much work anyone should be working is the necessary next one. 

        

            
            

                
                
                    Children, Life, and Shopping: Jonnie Hallman
 Gestern
 @destroytoday
 Still have no idea how people can...
 work a full-time job
 cook dinner often
 exercise regularly
 enjoy weekends
 keep the apartment clean
 Seems basic, but I can't consistently do it.
 shine a light
 Vor 14 Stunden
 @rknLA
 Current full-time (40hr/wk) jobs aren't
 designed for single people to do this; they're
 post-war relics & depend on the unpaid labor
 of a spouse for cooking, cleaning, shopping,
 etc.
 You're not deficient for not being able to do it
 yourself
roach-works:
i went into my 40-50 hr/week manual labor job with the explicit agreement with my spouse that i would do the paid labor and they’d be my pit crew. i get home too tired to cook by the end of the week, almost too tired to eat. all my younger coworkers are destroying their kidneys with caffeinated sports drinks, and the men who participate in the care of their children come to work looking like miserable zombies. my friend russel loves his kids and spends all weekend with them and comes into work on monday looking like he’s one sneeze away from the grave because he couldn’t get enough sleep. 
you can’t have a good life when 40 hours a week are spent laboring. there’s no room for cooking or cleaning or children, you HAVE to trade necessary rest for those things. it’s a huge sexist problem that we don’t expect men to cook, clean, or care for children, because it’s also a huge sexist problem that traditional work/life ‘balance’ of a 40-hour work week completely prohibits people from fully engaging in life outside of labor. 
letting women into the workforce was a great first step. redefining how much work anyone should be working is the necessary next one. 

                    
                
            

            
                
                
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        Crazy, Cute, and Food: parisianqueen
 During the most poor and homeless period of
 my life, I had a lot of people get angry with me
 because l spent $25 on Bath and Body Works
 candles during a sale. They couldn't
 comprehend why the hell I would do that when
 I had been fighting for months to try and get us
 on our feet, afford food, and have an apartment
 to live in.
 Those candles were placed beside whereverl
 slept that night. In the morning, I would move
 them and set them wherever I'd have to hang
 out. At one point I carried one around in my
 purse one of those big honking 3-wick
 candles. I never lit them, but I'd open them and
 smell them a lot.
 I credit that purchase with a lot of my drive that
 got me to where l am today. I had been working
 tirelessly, 15+ hour days with barely any
 reward, constantly on the phone or trying to
 deal with organizations and associations
 to "get help at". It'd gone on for almost a year
 by the end of it, and I was so burnt out, to the
 point that I would shake 24/7. But I could get a
 bit of relief from my 3-wick "upper middle class
 lifestyle" candles. They represented my future
 goals, my home I wanted to decorate, and how
 I would one day not be in this mess anymore
 When we moved into the apartment, and our
 financial status improved, I burned those
 candles every single day. When they were
 empty, I cleaned them out, stuck labels on
 them, and they became the starting point of my
 really cute organization system I had ALWAYS
 planned to have.
 So whenever I hear about someone very poor
 getting themselves a treat maybe it's
 Starbucks, maybe it's a home deco item
 maybe it's a video game... I don't judge them. I
 get it. I get that you can't go without anything
 for that long without it making you go crazy.
 You need to pull some joy, inspiration, and
 motivation from somewhere
 moralistically
 poor people deserve things they want, too. it
 is unfair to expect poor people to only buy
 things they "need".
 enide-s-dear
 My grandfather used to tell me: if you only have
 20 kr left, you buy grocery for 10 kr and flowers
 for the other 10 kr because you need a reasorn
 to live as well.
 shiobookmark
 You need hope and nourishment in equal
 measure
im so proud of how well i cropped this
        

            
            

                
                
                    Crazy, Cute, and Food: parisianqueen
 During the most poor and homeless period of
 my life, I had a lot of people get angry with me
 because l spent $25 on Bath and Body Works
 candles during a sale. They couldn't
 comprehend why the hell I would do that when
 I had been fighting for months to try and get us
 on our feet, afford food, and have an apartment
 to live in.
 Those candles were placed beside whereverl
 slept that night. In the morning, I would move
 them and set them wherever I'd have to hang
 out. At one point I carried one around in my
 purse one of those big honking 3-wick
 candles. I never lit them, but I'd open them and
 smell them a lot.
 I credit that purchase with a lot of my drive that
 got me to where l am today. I had been working
 tirelessly, 15+ hour days with barely any
 reward, constantly on the phone or trying to
 deal with organizations and associations
 to "get help at". It'd gone on for almost a year
 by the end of it, and I was so burnt out, to the
 point that I would shake 24/7. But I could get a
 bit of relief from my 3-wick "upper middle class
 lifestyle" candles. They represented my future
 goals, my home I wanted to decorate, and how
 I would one day not be in this mess anymore
 When we moved into the apartment, and our
 financial status improved, I burned those
 candles every single day. When they were
 empty, I cleaned them out, stuck labels on
 them, and they became the starting point of my
 really cute organization system I had ALWAYS
 planned to have.
 So whenever I hear about someone very poor
 getting themselves a treat maybe it's
 Starbucks, maybe it's a home deco item
 maybe it's a video game... I don't judge them. I
 get it. I get that you can't go without anything
 for that long without it making you go crazy.
 You need to pull some joy, inspiration, and
 motivation from somewhere
 moralistically
 poor people deserve things they want, too. it
 is unfair to expect poor people to only buy
 things they "need".
 enide-s-dear
 My grandfather used to tell me: if you only have
 20 kr left, you buy grocery for 10 kr and flowers
 for the other 10 kr because you need a reasorn
 to live as well.
 shiobookmark
 You need hope and nourishment in equal
 measure
im so proud of how well i cropped this
                    
                
            

            
                
                
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        Crazy, Cute, and Food: enide-s-dear
 moralistically:
 parisianqueen
 During the most poor and homeless period of my life, I had a lot of
 people get angry with me because I spent $25 on Bath and Body
 Works candles during a sale. They couldn't comprehend why the
 hell I would do that when I had been fighting for months to try and
 get us on our feet, afford food, and have an apartment to live in
 Those candles were placed beside wherever I slept that night. In the
 morning, I would move them and set them wherever l'd have to
 hang out. At one point I carried one around in my purse one of
 those big honking 3-wick candles. I never lit them, but I'd open them
 and smell them a lot
 I credit that purchase with a lot of my drive that got me to where l
 am today. I had been working tirelessly, 15+ hour days with barely
 any reward, constantly on the phone or trying to deal with
 organizations and associations to "get help at". It'd gone on for
 almost a year by the end of it, and I was so burnt out, to the point
 that I would shake 24/7. But I could get a bit of relief from my 3-
 wick "upper middle class lifestyle" candles. They represented my
 future goals, my home I wanted to decorate, and how I would one
 day not be in this mess anymore
 When we moved into the apartment, and our financial status
 improved, I burned those candles every single day. When they were
 empty, I cleaned them out, stuck labels on them, and they became
 the starting point of my really cute organization system I had
 ALWAYS planned to have
 So whenever I hear about someone very poor getting themselves a
 treat maybe it's Starbucks, maybe it's a home deco item, maybe
 it's a video game... I don't judge them. I get it. I get that you can't go
 without anything for that long without it making you go crazy. You
 need to pull some joy, inspiration, and motivation from somewhere
 poor people deserve things they want, too. it is unfair to expect
 poor people to only buy things they "need"
 My grandfather used to tell me: if you only have 20 kr left, you buy grocery for
 10 kr and flowers for the other 10 kr because you need a reason to live as
 well
The spirit needs sustenance, too.
        

            
            

                
                
                    Crazy, Cute, and Food: enide-s-dear
 moralistically:
 parisianqueen
 During the most poor and homeless period of my life, I had a lot of
 people get angry with me because I spent $25 on Bath and Body
 Works candles during a sale. They couldn't comprehend why the
 hell I would do that when I had been fighting for months to try and
 get us on our feet, afford food, and have an apartment to live in
 Those candles were placed beside wherever I slept that night. In the
 morning, I would move them and set them wherever l'd have to
 hang out. At one point I carried one around in my purse one of
 those big honking 3-wick candles. I never lit them, but I'd open them
 and smell them a lot
 I credit that purchase with a lot of my drive that got me to where l
 am today. I had been working tirelessly, 15+ hour days with barely
 any reward, constantly on the phone or trying to deal with
 organizations and associations to "get help at". It'd gone on for
 almost a year by the end of it, and I was so burnt out, to the point
 that I would shake 24/7. But I could get a bit of relief from my 3-
 wick "upper middle class lifestyle" candles. They represented my
 future goals, my home I wanted to decorate, and how I would one
 day not be in this mess anymore
 When we moved into the apartment, and our financial status
 improved, I burned those candles every single day. When they were
 empty, I cleaned them out, stuck labels on them, and they became
 the starting point of my really cute organization system I had
 ALWAYS planned to have
 So whenever I hear about someone very poor getting themselves a
 treat maybe it's Starbucks, maybe it's a home deco item, maybe
 it's a video game... I don't judge them. I get it. I get that you can't go
 without anything for that long without it making you go crazy. You
 need to pull some joy, inspiration, and motivation from somewhere
 poor people deserve things they want, too. it is unfair to expect
 poor people to only buy things they "need"
 My grandfather used to tell me: if you only have 20 kr left, you buy grocery for
 10 kr and flowers for the other 10 kr because you need a reason to live as
 well
The spirit needs sustenance, too.
                    
                
            

            
                
                
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        Beautiful, Books, and Children: Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew
 who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.
 Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating
 garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of
 these things combined with a life spent outside had
 their effect on Ugly
 To start with, he had only one eye, and where the
 other should have been was a gaping hole. He was
 also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot
 has appeared to have been badly broken at one
 time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making
 him look like he was always turning the corner. His
 tail has long since been lost, leaving only the
 smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and
 twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby
 striped-type, except for the sores covering his head,
 neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.
 Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same
 reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!"
 All the children were warned not to touch him, the
 adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted
 him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut
 his paws in the door when he would not leave
 Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the
 hose d
 until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at
 him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in
 forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would
 come running meowing frantically and bump his
 head against their hands, begging for their love. If
 you ever picked him up he would immediately begin
 suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could
 find
 on him, he would stand there, getting soake
 One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors
 huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was
 badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his
 screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time l
 got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's
 sad life was almost at an end
 Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back
 twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the
 white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked
 him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him
 wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling
 I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
 Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on
 my ear Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and
 obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled
 him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my
 hand with his head, then he turned his one golden
 eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound
 of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly
 battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little
 affection, perhaps some compassion
 At that moment I thought Ugly was the most
 beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never
 once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to
 get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just
 looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve
 his pain
 Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I
 sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking
 about how one scarred, deformed little stray could
 so alter my opinion about what it means to have
 true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly
 Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion
 than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show
 specials ever could, and for that I will always be
 thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I
 was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to
 move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give
 my total to those I cared for.
 Many people want to be richer, more successful,
 well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to
 be Ugly
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
srsfunny:Everyone Was Warned Not To Touch Him
        

            
            

                
                
                    Beautiful, Books, and Children: Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew
 who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.
 Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating
 garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of
 these things combined with a life spent outside had
 their effect on Ugly
 To start with, he had only one eye, and where the
 other should have been was a gaping hole. He was
 also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot
 has appeared to have been badly broken at one
 time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making
 him look like he was always turning the corner. His
 tail has long since been lost, leaving only the
 smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and
 twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby
 striped-type, except for the sores covering his head,
 neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.
 Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same
 reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!"
 All the children were warned not to touch him, the
 adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted
 him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut
 his paws in the door when he would not leave
 Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the
 hose d
 until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at
 him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in
 forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would
 come running meowing frantically and bump his
 head against their hands, begging for their love. If
 you ever picked him up he would immediately begin
 suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could
 find
 on him, he would stand there, getting soake
 One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors
 huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was
 badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his
 screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time l
 got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's
 sad life was almost at an end
 Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back
 twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the
 white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked
 him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him
 wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling
 I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
 Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on
 my ear Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and
 obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled
 him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my
 hand with his head, then he turned his one golden
 eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound
 of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly
 battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little
 affection, perhaps some compassion
 At that moment I thought Ugly was the most
 beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never
 once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to
 get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just
 looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve
 his pain
 Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I
 sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking
 about how one scarred, deformed little stray could
 so alter my opinion about what it means to have
 true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly
 Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion
 than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show
 specials ever could, and for that I will always be
 thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I
 was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to
 move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give
 my total to those I cared for.
 Many people want to be richer, more successful,
 well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to
 be Ugly
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
srsfunny:Everyone Was Warned Not To Touch Him
                    
                
            

            
                
                
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