I don't care what people think of me now, so why would I care when I'm dead?
I don't mind that I'm fat. You still get the same money.
As the son of a feminist mother, I grew up with the idea that work was a sort of salvation for women as it would give them freedom from the domestic grind. Now it seems work is a form of slavery, undertaken out of apparent compulsion rather than choice.
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