thinking about weird cultural shit around sexuality/swear words/etc etc and how wild it is that i have to teach my phone’s autocorrect to let me say “fuck”. thats a thing i have to do. my phone will go “Nuh-uh, you naughty so-and-so, you can’t say that!” until i tell it enough times that Yes, Actually, I Don’t Mean Ducking and how fucking wild that is. earlier today i had to convince my phone that “hickies” was a word. hickies is too explicit for my phone to include in its default dictionary. but yknow what? it always capitalizes YouTube correctly.
I know I don’t shut up about this but frankly not enough people are angry about the 5-day/40 hour workweek (and I am AWARE a lot of people work even more than that). I feel like a lot more people should be absolutely furious that we only really have two days a week and some occasional hours in the evening to socialise, run errands, do chores, or relax.
It’s no wonder so many people are profoundly lonely and disconnected from their communities when maintaining a social life in what little free time we have is incredibly difficult. If you have kids, a second job, a very long commute, or other responsibilities, it’s nearly impossible.
We literally aren’t meant to live like this and I’ll never stop being shocked how many people just take it as the natural state of things and don’t want to throw a brick through a billionaire’s window every time they think of it.
unions fought to get the workweek down to 40 hours, and we should keep going with that trend.
in conversation about white people who go to Japan and expect their knowledge of anime to culturally carry them, I was once posed with “it’s like if there was a Japanese guy who was obsessed with spongebob and came over here and thought he could get by just communicating in spongebob quotes.” This is a false equivalence because if such a man existed we would crown him king. We’d love him. Americans would fucking love that. sometimes I get sad that this isn’t a real guy I can invite to a party.
