I llike the Eagles song. But for atleast the second half of my life so far, it's not really about me. It's the song about all the ladies I've known (including my mother, but not my sister, who knew better).
The life of an independent wage slave is hell. The life of two wage slaves living together could be even worse.Even at best, it's no picnic.
Somebody needs to take the other role. This was obvious before home appliances. But it's still true, now more than ever.
I'm not saying this has to be the female. It varies.
The life of an independent wage slave is hell. The life of two wage slaves living together could be even worse.Even at best, it's no picnic.
Somebody needs to take the other role. This was obvious before home appliances. But it's still true, now more than ever.
I'm not saying this has to be the female. It varies.
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