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…sleeve of saltines and a block of grated cheddar were my go-to lunch as a kid; no regrets…

(these days i’m more into triscuits and cheddar slices, the pricey aged cheeses rather than big orange store-brand bricks)

…she’s an episcopalian bishop who led trump’s inaugural service, asking that he accept god’s humility and share his mercy with marginalised people who fear him, specifically naming genderqueer, immigrant, and refugee populations…

…siding?..i do what i must to survive but, if that comes across as advocating for serfdom, you’re inferring something i certainly didn’t imply…

…working as a kid afforded me toys, books, tapes, and musical instruments; working as an adult afforded me f*cking rent and insurance premiums…

…when i turned thirty, i was a grownup, and people started treating me like one: grownups are f*cking old and their lives are over…

…we’ve all violated national security oaths and SCIF protocol?..yeah, no…

…adults shouldn’t have to be earning money either; good luck with that…

…born in the seventies, i was working by fifth grade and overnight by high school; longest shift i ever pulled was twenty-six hours without a break…

…kids born in the eighties enjoyed nineties child labor laws, which were kind of a mixed blessing: less exploitation but also less opportunities to earn money…

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