

I’m very concerned that people who choose to go to France will just find themselves in the exact same situation along with the rest of us not too long from now. I’d advise looking for a country with a lower fascism approval rating…
We do have lots of cheese, though, if it’s any consolation.
I had no idea people past my grandmother’s generation still felt compelled to make their bed… I thought we had collectively grown past the compulsion to do pointless tasks like this, along with other wastes of time like manually wiping the dishes or ironing everything including the dish cloth. Maybe that’s just me, though.
(I’m not talking about doing it if you want to because you like it, only about the expectation that you should be doing it no matter what.)