Complaining about nightlife when you *checks notes* choose to live in Soho is like living in South Kensington and complaining about the museums. Or moving to Hackney and grumbling about creatives. Living in Richmond and hating green space. It's all getting a bit silly, isn't it?
When will people understand that this predatory pricing model will always be true of anything coming out of Silicon Valley? It is literally their only model. 1. Operate at a loss so everyone signs up 2. Wipe out competitors 3. Slam users with profane monopolistic costs
We are in capitalism’s final stage, where global capital can’t expand or sustain past profits. It now consumes public institutions and key systems, sacrificing democracy, welfare, infrastructure, education, healthcare, and ecosystems for short-term gain.
Could at least one journalist, just once, when one of their colleagues is brushed off like this, just step in and say “no, we are not moving in, because you’ve avoided this all week …” They’re too easily pushed aside
everyone wants a village, but no one wants to be a villager
> drive your friends to the airport
> go to their party even when you're tired
> stop cancelling last minute
> host at your place
> support the wins & losses
it's worth every ounce of effort
Jameis Winston was asked what his favorite Thanksgiving dish is:
"My wife, man, she makes some kale collard greens. Her family’s from New Orleans so she makes a nice Creole dressing. It’s unbelievable. One of her cousins, her auntie, she always ships us some gumbo for us to start off the day with some gumbo. So, man, it’s a beautiful thing.
Taysom Hill put me on this turkey. I’m typically a ham person, but Taysom Hill put me on this Uncle Ray’s turkey. They ship this turkey right to your door, you pop that thing in the oven and I’m talking about, it is succulent. That thing is juicy, it’s spicy, oh my gosh, it’s amazing."
I agree with this, just as I don’t think one should wear slippers and pajamas in public at all, barring some emergency. You hear older folks tell you all the time how people used to get dressed up to fly back in the 60s-80s. Different, better times. Okay.
Here’s the problem: flying today is a humiliating, uncomfortable experience. You’re crammed like sardines onto a plane the same size they used to be, but with 40% more seats. You’re not served a meal—if you’re lucky you get half a can of ginger ale and a little Biscoff sugar cube. The flight attendants are often rude. The whole experience is more like taking a public bus except it costs hundreds of dollars.
And I’m fine with that. You’re still crossing the country in a few hours. It’s a miracle. But you can’t be mad when people start dressing to match the unpleasant experience. Make flying *nice* again and maybe you’ll see a change.