What the fuck is the point of a paper towel company whose paper towels do not tear at the perforated edge? I am confounded by this. This has become my own personal symbolic proof that America is fucked.
My step-dad had a VCR for over ten years. It was silver and heavy and the size of a record player, but it worked for TEN years. I've had my DVD player for 2 years and it's starting to sound like a bleating lamb when I try to play a disc. Lambs bleat, right? Anyway, it's cool looking and silver and has lots of pretty flashy lights, but what does that matter if it's going to end up in a landfill within two years? Aren't we supposed to be reducing waste at this point in history? With all this recycling, why are companies making big heavy plastic pieces of shit that can't be gotten rid of any other way than dumping it within two years of purchase? I know the answer to this is "money", but it pisses me off all the same.
My main issue with all of this is that the system was invented by men. Stupid, silly, illogical men. The same men that take you out on a date...seem to really like you...email that they liked you...and then never call again. They are the reason for paper towels that don't tear and landfills overflowing with wasted DVD players. If women were in charge, everything would be re-usable and smell like lavender.
2 keep(s) me blogging:
Speaking as a guy, I don't really like you, but I'm going to continue to call you, im you, and email you. Just to frustrate you.
It's a shame to waste all that papaer. I think I saw a Papaer in a zoo once. It's an endangered species now, isn't it?
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