the middle class are the people who lived in all those american suburbs built in the 50s and 60s; those small, 2 or 3 bedroom houses with drab siding or brick facades that are an overrepresentation of the american landscape and lifestyle, despite the fact you’ve rarely ever seen one in a TV show or film. these homes were affordable to the average worker but now aren’t; those are the homes of the 90%, the actual hard-working american population–the ‘middle class.’

this isn’t that difficult of a concept.

the reddit forum design seems to inherently encourage nerd bullshit. tell me more about the dictionary definition of this or that.

yeah, ok.

“atlantic writer” should be renamed to 'i’m a dumb, overeducated nepo-baby liberal that spends $15 on a coffee every morning and takes an entire month to write a horseshit essay that an indian could churn out on fiver for less than $5 if you asked nicely.

is she though?

she’s a third or fourth tier suburban women who’s not fat and has a stylist and makeup artist to tweak her into star status. she only looks hot because most people in the states look sloppy.

imagine doing all that lol. that indicates he takes a personal issue with abortion.

maybe we should start shaming men for this. ‘why you trying to pay child support, bro?’

big guys should stop trying to wear slim fit jeans. like, it doesn’t look good. try a relaxed fit, and don’t wear a tight shirt when you have a gut.

you know only engineer/computer science nerds post on lemmy because nobody has called out that the box looks like the box from hellraiser.

no matter what you do to it, you’ll probably end up in hell.

where i come from if you don’t show up to work for 2-3 days, you’re fired. you’d think the snobby fucks lecturing every american about personal responsibility would be able to at least pretend that they’re maintaining a high standard.

why is this freeloader even getting free healthcare at this point?

wheel him out onto the street like the bum that he is and let god deal with it.

men aren’t even allowed to work out together without having their sexuality questioned. god forbid we actually become–gasp–friends with each other! and if that happens, it’s apparently only to concoct right-wing plots and figure out clever ways to harass women.

meanwhile, a women’s only space is supposedly heaven on earth, even though they’ll all be gossiping and backstabbing each other for no reason.

costs that much to do nothing lol.

the clips i saw from those hearings are embarrassing and sum up everything wrong with our milquetoast government.

if this guy deserves to be in the position he’s in then ask him to name at least 10 valid reasons that the iran ‘war’ is more important than feeding poverty stricken american children. i put war in parenthesis since iran is incapable of fighting back since we’re 6k miles away.

as a bonus question ask him how long it’d take to drive a ford mustang that distance @ full throttle when considering an unlimited tank of gas. should be a cakewalk for someone in that position of power.

think about how many industries and personalities are propped up because america conceals the simple reality of losing weight: a calorie deficit. like, so much wealth depends on people not being able to comprehend obvious text on the back of a package.

maybe this is a radical take, but i think it’s funny that they call someone ‘the border czar’ with a straight face and then he doesn’t even look like a hardass. he looks like some random fat dude that’s melting from age, wearing a likely expensive suit that gives the impression it’s an off the rack ensemble purchased at the men’s wearhouse at a steep discount.

a perfect symbol for america.

stop worrying about it. these people already lost.

they are though.

anyone who grew up in the american suburbs grew up with parents who couldn’t cook a proper meal despite the existence of cookbooks and were like ‘how about kraft dinner.’

you think you eat kraft macaroni and cheese at a hood bbq?

i’d rather have had a black woman cooking for me lol. are you fucking serious?

a guy who looks like a sleazy wall street exec, car salesman or television producer doesn’t want to tax rich people???

i never would have guessed!!!

at his best he still looks like an aging patrick bateman.

a big difference between 30+ years ago and now is that the lizards can’t hide their tails; clinton and bush looked like normal american men; this dude just walked out of the bourgeoisie salon and has likely memorized his stylist and publicists cell numbers but probably can’t remember the name of his sons/daughters.

so now we’re shaming children/adolescents for not being hip to all the dynamics of american capitalism?

this isn’t even funny as a meme. teachers are trying to educate kids even if they’re bad at it. what are you doing? reposting lame internet wisecracks?

this post highlights how the tortilla and the baked potato are similar in that they’re just empty vessels waiting to be filled by fixins; in less ideal restaurants this expression of culinary freedom is known as a ‘a bar,’ but this is based on hearsay since i’d never set foot in a place like that.

i think this is a profound statement on culture and class that will, no doubt, go over the heads of many reading this.

we all love sour cream no matter what race we are, what culture we belong to, and i think that’s absolutely insane if you think about it, that we are capable of liking the same things despite differences that seem important if you think beyond sour cream. how can such a simple food bind us together?

i never actually thought about why it’s called sour cream before it was dolloped on a traditional taco bought in a border town in mexico when i was visiting to purchase an inexpensive crown–this is when the sour stood tall against the savory blend of spices, yet despite this feud they complimented each other, and this nearly broke me because my sheltered palette had never known such flavors–what an astonishing blend of mysterious ethnic spices you’ll never find in a packet.

but my smile is a little crooked and they fixed that up for a budget price. it always bothered me to work in a professional environment and not have a perfect smile, i could feel the judgement in zoom meetings although nobody ever said anything. they made really good burritos in _____ , and i’ll never forget that just like i’ll never forget my perfect smile courtesy of mexico. no more chipotle for me, only food trucks, and i tip my gardener an extra 20%.

i remember the great plastic transition of 1995. on the trek though GRAND UNION to buy macaroni salad ingredients and store brand chips, i asked my mom why there were so many plastic bottles, and she replied ‘we’re like pioneers’ and she referenced little house on the prairie, and i still didn’t understand what she was getting at, so she slapped some sense into me right in aisle 13 and i pretended i understood so she’d leave me alone for five minutes.

a few weeks ago my MD said that i have colon cancer and i assume that’s from pounding cases of fruitopia when it was in vogue but who am i gonna sue? is big plastic a thing?

i tried to tell my mom it was her fault but when i tried to call all i heard was a dial tone. i thought that was weird at the time because cell-phones don’t have dial tones but my therapist said i was hallucinating; she still won’t prescribe me xanax.

pour one out for the US postal worker.

the postal worker used to have an important job, maybe the most important job–acting as the gateway between your inner world and the outer world. a job since delegated to your email inbox.

they delivered the correspondence between yourself and your loved ones and your penpals; they delivered the catalogs that met your sartorial needs–macy’s, sears or delia’s, and these glossy pages had you covered no matter your demographic, style, income. you were just a lookbook away from the perfect picturesque christmas or the perfect gift to meet any need. if you wanted something more niche, you were always a delivery away from gratification, after sending out a request from the backpages of SPIN, TV guide or glamour. i became a minister through the US postal service; i bought my first KMFDM album through the pages of industrial nation–fuck youtube.

the mail is a flaccid shadow of its former self, and these rugged, short-short clad adventurers serve no purpose other than to deliver bank statements and montgomery ward catalogs to boomers, who don’t realize that the company is no longer the proud, stalwart that used to anchor shopping malls and sell you high-quality goods at reasonable prices and has instead transformed into a private equity scam that preys on citizens with bad credit; when their house burns down becaue of the budget space heater they bought they still won’t get the memo that shit sucks. they won’t connect all these dots. but i do.

last week i gave my mailman a blowjob and i’m proud of it.

why is her outfit ‘sexualizing’ anyway?

even if her outfit didn’t suggest ‘panties’ it’d still be sexy because it accentuates her form.

the actress is probably 35, who cares who the character is aimed at. it’s normal for men to see an attractive woman and be like ‘wow she’s attractive.’

you’re pathologizing normal thinking and probably feeling incredibly satisfied with your lame response because you used the word ‘teenage’ and nobody would dare to cross swords.

grow up.

porn in america is hyper-aggressive and focused on penetration. there’s no eroticism to it. it’s crass and disgusting.

there’s something to putting on a 90s skinemax film and seeing hot milfs wearing sexy, satin nighties tenderly riding men on a real bed in a real bedroom, instead of watching giant, unearthly cocks penetrating gaping vaginas in extreme close-up.

what a boneheaded take out of the OP.

there’s a HUGE difference between what porn is selling and what turns you on.