Everyone in yuppie-land - airports, for example - looks like a nursing baby these days, inseparable from their plastic bottles of water. Here, however, I sweat without replacement or pause, not in individual drops but in continuous sheets of fluid soaking through my polo shirt, pouring down the backs of my legs ... Working my way through the living room{s}, I wonder if Mrs. W. will ever have occasion to realize that every single doodad and through which she expresses her unique, individual self is, from another vantage point, only an obstacle between some thirsty person and a glass of water.
( Barbara Ehrenreich )
[ Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) ]
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