Oh, the mediocre white man. I’m caged in by throngs of them in positions of power. I can’t escape them without blowing up my own life.
I need to change where I shop because large retailers have voluntarily strapped on a gag and a collar, and handed the leash to the leader of ‘Murica.
I’m handcuffed to an employer making decisions only for the almighty shareholder.
At home, it’s become clear since we’ve had children, that I’m married to a 17yo boy in a 43-year-old’s body.
Could I get divorced, shop local for 3x the price and quit my job? Sure.
And I’d be fucking myself and my kids over if I did.
Fuck, I had feeling trapped.
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