Where.did.the.money.go?

I’m not sure I agree with that comparison. I think the “drill baby drill” you’re referring to was actually the willingness of oil companies to use methods that are far more expensive, and less profitable that only become viable when the prices are consistently high. I think the current situation is that the price…

Not really advice, just a really facepalm’er...

1st Gear: While everyone is arguing about the longevity of current cars, what’s making me chuckle is how all the execs are basically saying “discounts are never coming back”. I’ve never heard anything more “car salesy” in my entire life.
“We’ll never have those inventory levels again, because we’re learning to be more…

Seems like a nice car! Americans aren’t getting it because we don’t deserve it.

I trust Tom’s view on this, given his extensive experience in negotiating and buying cars.

Did you just win some office bet for who could make the longest slideshow? 

Clicks my friend... Clicks...

I once took part in a meeting where a senior manager referred to another guy with 100% conviction as an “escaped goat”. As in, “we’re not going to make Steve an escaped goat here, we’ve got to all take responsibility”. We all thought he was joking. He wasn’t. I’ve never, ever, heard anyone screw that up before or…

You must have Elizabeth Yuko’s articles blocked then...

I didn’t see screaming on the list, where is screaming? 

Yes, I’m sure that peoples mileage may vary greatly.  

As a man, I feel less worthy to have an opinion on this. However as the parent of two children, who was present at both births and present for the absolutely insane, cult level, timeshare sales pitch they push on you, I feel like it rises to the level of mom shaming. The lactation consultants were incredibly aggressive…

Welcome to the New Lifehacker... Same great name, absolutely zero discernable value whatsoever!

I can’t tell if this is trying to be helpful to people who are on SNAP,

I have a small counterpoint to this... Hear me out... As a lifelong emetophobe, I’ve spent a tremendous amount of energy trying to “not throw up”. Sometimes, you’ve just gotta let it happen... I’ve spent entire days feeling waves of nausea wash over me, cold sweating, and generally trying to mentally convince my body…

At one point my mom thought I’d officially named my car “The God-damned Saab” because whenever I spoke about it, it was generally because it had cost me another several hundred dollars to fix something stupid.

Someone beat you by 2 minutes. lol

There is a singular, (albeit fatal) flaw in this plan. This would require me (a man), to have the forethought to order said greeting card(s).

This is standard practice... I used to work for a 3PL and the temp agency we used literally had offices in our building.