soapstarjoe
Soap Star Joe
soapstarjoe

At a certain point, you’re going to have to look at your role as enablers for this sort of nonsense, Takeout.

... are you one of their roadies?

They were a trendsetter. They are not now a trendsetter.

Social D plays to packed clubs in the Southwest, in my experience, (that’s where I now live) but does just OK everywhere else.

KCRW is the top of that particular food chain.

That said, if your boss meant that KCRW was what made them go mainstream, I think they were probably right: Studio executives and other tastemakers in their 50s and 60s aren’t tuning in to what’s happening on college radio. (Although I suspect that’s probably changing for

These guys clearly have the free time to do some chin-ups.

Guys who get snatched up pretty quickly, I’d assume.

Yeah, but those two had something in common, not to mention Hephaestus had a craft he was good at.

Wouldn’t dino-sized balls make their dicks look smaller, though?

These guys worship their bizarro vision of toxic masculinity, so this makes perfect sense in their universe. Hilarious as shit in ours, though.

I guess it’s easier than becoming less-awful people.

No.

If someone is judging you for how you eat pasta and you have zero chance of having sex with them, tell them to go to Hell.

Meh. I’ve got two messy kids and snap most of my spaghetti in half before I drop it in the pot. Italian grandmothers who somehow break into my home may object, but I don’t need spaghetti sauce all over the house because I insisted on doing it the “right” way.

You don’t owe anyone anything and kitchen shears are less

I have peers bemoaning their inability to find qualified employees while at the same time unwilling to hire anyone their own age or older. It’s galling.

It’s a tale as old as time.

The recruiter’s contract says they will find the company at least X number of candidates.

Lots of screening in the job application process is handled by software, though. Humans don’t intervene to make the job requirements not essential until they discover the ad’s been up for weeks and they’ve gotten one “qualified” candidate.

In the meantime, everyone else gets bounce-backs saying “you did not meet the

I don’t know that Food Network pays everyone “my serfs will wash my car” money. There’s probably only a handful of folks there who’ve made out that well.

A lot of these folks end up upper middle class, with publishing deals that may or may not generate a lot of revenue in any given year, and a few sponsorships that are