link hereI hate how my husband has a desk job and he acts like he does hard work - or labor. I know he has a complicated job and it requires a lot of "thought"...but, He acts like such a fucking baby about it. I grew up in a working class family. my father was a steelworker. I wish my father complained about his feet hurting as much as my husband does...but, my father acted like he was OK.
I hate that too.
I hate this macho shit, and this classist "intellectual bullshit".
I hate this shit. The work you do does not determine how intelligent you are...but, for god sakes...I think my husband is a pussy. My feet hurt all day, and I work a service job. My husband never rubs my feet. But, he works all day long at a desk...at home...and expects me to care. I do, but I can't care all day...not when I deal with people who treat me like shit because I work a cash register for a living. I wish my husband would shut the fuck up and rub his own feet. My dad was a steelworker and he got nothing. He got nothing. Sorry dad...rest in peace. You're the last real American worker.
Feb 7 3:19 PM MST