I manage 4 employees who work at least fifty percent from home. I rarely have to even check in on them. How do I know they are working?
BECAUSE THE WORK GETS DONE.
Micromanaging is a disease of the ego.
Remember when teachers used to take us to the library and librarians taught us how to conduct proper research? We’d then be assigned a topic and expected to consult at least three books before writing a report. We need to bring that back and keep tablets out of classrooms.
You check your NYC mutual Instagram story and it be 3 a.m. and they outside partying. You check it two hours later, they still outside. You check that shit 30 mins later, them niggas at work like wtf.
Jaylen Brown exposing the behind-the-scenes realities of the NBA. He says most players have handlers who won’t let them invest in their communities, and help build the next Black Wall Street. Once you start doing that, he says, they begin attacking you media personalities like Colin Cowherd push certain narratives, and media companies come after you simply because you want to create change in your community.
Do you know how crazy it is to be a functioning addict, predisposed to addiction, and be able to overcome the addiction?? Without rehab on top of that?? That takes so much self-preservation, love, and grace. It’s truly admirable.
The banana in your kitchen is a sterile mutant that can't reproduce. Every single one is a clone, and nearly the entire global export supply traces back to one plant raised in an English greenhouse in the 1830s.
Wild bananas are stuffed with hard seeds the size of peppercorns. Barely any flesh. Around 7,000 years ago, farmers in New Guinea stumbled on rare mutants carrying three sets of chromosomes instead of two. An odd number can't split evenly during reproduction, so seed-making fails and the plant pours everything into flesh. Those tiny black specks in the middle of your banana are the remains of seeds that never developed.
Perfect fruit, one catch. No seeds means no planting. Growing another one requires cutting a shoot off the base and sticking it in the ground.
A clone.
Back in the 1830s, the Duke of Devonshire's gardener raised one of these plants at Chatsworth House. His family name was Cavendish. Cuttings descended from that greenhouse now make up 99% of bananas exported on Earth, genetically identical from Ecuador to the Philippines.
Identical genes means a fungus that kills one plant kills all of them. And it already happened. Gros Michel, the banana everyone ate before 1960, was wiped out commercially by a soil fungus called Panama disease. The industry quietly swapped in the Cavendish, a lookalike that resisted it, and most shoppers never noticed their banana had been replaced.
A new strain called TR4 kills Cavendish too. No cure exists, the spores survive in soil for decades, and it has spread to more than 20 countries. Late 2025 it reached Ecuador, the world's biggest exporter.
The world already lost its banana once and got handed a body double. The body double is dying the same way.
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Everytime I see videos about the Nepal flash flood I can't help but think about Shell executives cheering for making $9.8 billion in profits this year.
Activists are right. We really should start naming climate change disasters after fossil fuel companies and their CEOS.