Well, fuck Mark Burnett. Fuck Survivor, The Voice, Shark Tank, the People’s Choice Awards, MGM, and whatever else IMDB is telling me he’s in charge of.

This is the post of yours that I responded to:

He’s seventy, very overweight, clearly doesn’t exercise, eats greasy shitty food constantly, doesn’t really sleep, probably has a decades-long dependency on cheap speed, obviously doesn’t see an actual doctor, and is pickled by hate.

I’d pick the regular. Business is about maintaining a functional, cohesive team, and throwing personal affection into the mix can be destabilizing to everyone. Even if it’s only a perception by the rest of the team that the new hire was chosen because of connections rather than qualification, that’s a poison. I see…

If you control for class, the racial component is a prime mover. Maybe you don’t recognize the benefits you got due to your skin because you only have your own experience to go by and you don’t see yourself as having had it easy. I also grew up a poor white child and was always a minority in school, but I got a lot…

I like to think she gets comfort from reading comment sections and knowing there’s a consensus that she’s the only one who doesn’t suck. She comes home from a long day of being The Other One, gets in her jammies, cracks open some night cheese, and googles herself with a satisfied smile.

Maybe you’re the pussy for thinking a quick, painless death is somehow the ultimate in horror. Wah, thinking a few minutes of fear followed by an eternal absence of suffering is the scariest punishment for a man who was always willing and ready to die.