8 hour workday of doing fuck all
I’m not going to argue in favor of 50s gender roles, but
fuck offc’mon.I’ve worked with many many people this decade that got paid more than me to do literally fuck all for the whole shift and got approved for overtime more frequently where they continued to be absolutely useless but they kissed the correct asses and sucked the right toes.
Maybe it’s just the kind of people I work with, but I know very few who wouldn’t prefer to be stay at home parents, given the option.
Are you describing cops?
Are you saying this
wasn’t cooked up by a pure well-meaning heart?Mayonnaise. Salad. I just…can’t.
Don’t worry, the recipe offers a seafood variant!
🤢
You’ll be delighted to know that the seafood version includes boiled hot dog chunks!
When did the definition of delighted change?
Around the same time the definition of “literally” was expanded to include “figuratively”
The ‘/s’ here is silent.
Sometimes, I don’t know how America avoided a collective heart attack before Kennedy was assassinated.
I mean… I’d try it. I might not like it, but I’ll give it a go.
The real reason behind all the gelatin salad abominations is that after gelatin was first discovered/isolated, it was very costly to produce, but new technology made it much more affordable.
Isolating gelatin requires long cook times (which require lots of fuel) at ideally fairly low temperatures. Then there needs to be some level of filtration to make it as flavorless as possible, and then dehydration to sheets or a powder.
Finally, to actually make one of these “salads”, you need refrigeration.
Production of gelatin was industrialized to make it much cheaper, and refrigerators became normal household appliances. You went from gelatin being only really used in “fine dining” to something you could do at home. In the same era, pineapple went from being a fruit that only the rich could get to something anyone could, so it went through a similar explosion of popularity.
The alternative funny answer is that the company that sold gelatin, Knox, was run by a husband and wife, and all the crazy stuff didn’t start until the husband died, so either he was holding her back, or once she lost her husband, she thought everyone else should, too.
Grief does weird things to a person. Some mourn their entire lives, some force other people to eat gelatinous creations. So sad.
The reason the workplace death rate for men is 100x that of women is because they are most certainly not doing “fuck all”.
The first time I had Thanksgiving with my first wife’s family, one of the dishes was blackberry jello with green grapes in it. I was never a big jello fan, but I took some of everything to be polite. I put a fork full in my mouth, bit down, and thought “oh no, something is rancid!” The texture was wrong, too. I was just going to spit it into my napkin when I realized it wasn’t rancid, but it took a moment for me to place the flavor. It was a green olive.
That should have been a warning that there was something wrong with that family.
This post was brought to you by people who have never worked a manual labor job in their life
Ah, I miss it. Just me, an offset serrated knife, a bag of onions the size of a child, a slippery floor, a nearby open flame, music that hurts my ears… And not an email in sight.
sublimated
Angry women transformed directly into a cloud of fury
https://youtu.be/CM5LQuy72kA for a wonderful wonderful overview. And a song!
