And it’s not even dishwasher safe
How’s a dishwasher going to be of use when society collapses? Real men do dishes in the creek!
“Men” don’t do dishes.
Ugh. A writer I follow on social media writes for this magazine. I usually enjoy her work, but the stuff she writes for this mag is either kind of mean or just paranoid.
Oh they definitely mean bō staff Just misspelled by an ignorant idiot.
And perfect description of the target customer base
A magazine for people who can barely read sounds like a good business decision. The Trump business sense must be hereditary!
Something, something, Boing Boing Store…
That’s for the servants — oh, I mean, staff — to do. You might mess up your MANicure.
Bet it has the same energy as his weird clown beard.
So I clicked the top story:
A white man goes to Kenya, misses a bus, and buys a ride from a guy who stands on the street selling rides.
Get this… He lives… the guy just gives him a ride for money… even though he’s in KENYAAAAA!
Called it.
The article about the substandard coital skills of the rough-hewn labor class seems both judgmental and more than a little off-brand for this magazine! Though I suppose all their covers likely feature only adventurer-scientist types and secret agents, rather than brawny ditch diggers and chimney sweeps.
Jeez! That end of the world bucket chow is described as horrible, and that’s mixed with boiling water. With cold water, yeeeargh!
End-of-the-world Bucket Chow: making the incipient end of all things seem not so bad after all.
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a bucket.
If Ted Cruz had been there, he could have showed them how to cook food on a gun barrel.
“Hunting is a Sport for Phonies”
You mean that “The Back Street Girls of Duke Sforza” isn’t a parody written by Umberto Eco?
Man Hails Cab.
Asshat finally achieves simple goal.
“Every Day Carry”; portable tools for the technically competent and competency cos-players.
The EDC crowd also leans pretty hard into “tactical” (flat black with ribs) versions of things, and tend to include seven knives so they can be ready for… something badass they imagine will happen to them on a Tuesday in the grocery store. Heavy overlap with bros, preppers and even more fringey fringes, as Rob was alluding to.
Any time a group finds the need to name, quantify, and build a community around something normal people just do without thinking about, it never attracts a good crowd.