nobody likes the “bad boys” who insult and degrade their partners while wearing pastel polos with popped collars, people like REAL bad boys who wear leather jackets and take a lot of care in how they shape their pompadour and carry around stiletto switchblades and care about their communities and ride a motorcycle and rebel against the government and says stuff like “NOBODY insults my gal” and gets in fistfights with dudes who catcall their girlfriends. THOSE bad boys are the guys everyone wants.
Just because you live in a capitalist society doesn’t mean you have to accept it
Grow food out of your grocery-bought vege scraps.
Steal cuttings from big nursery chains.
Buy second hand clothes – the industry THRIVES on clothes being thrown out, so that people buy more. Defy that!!
Use the SHIT out of the things you buy. Milk every last drop of usefulness from them. Reuse, repair, repurpose.
Learn to cook as best you can. Its cheaper and will mean you arent as dependent on industries that mistreat people, animals and the environment (fast food, processed/prepackaged food, animal agriculture).
Be friendly and present in your community. Share your produce. Encourage caring and interdependence. Support local businesses; this is better than buying from chains. Capitalism profits on people feeling that they need to buy things for themselves – that they need to FEND for themselves. Communities can use way less resources if we share and connect!
yall ever read a fact that just fucks up your whole world? let me tell you about mine. fact: you can very easily slip a lightbulb in your mouth, but it is impossible to remove it without breaking either the lightbulb or your jaw. this has ruined my life. i can not fucking see an old style lightbuble without thinking about how i could shove that baby right in my maw easy as pie. the inclination to do so is fucking insatiable. i feel like rapunzel’s mom and the rampion garden. a quest i know will result in terrible fate but my mind wants to do it so badly just to play out the awful scenario that would undoubtedly unfold before me. this is the true symbol of temptation. a lightbulb.
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