An employed person’s life choices—from what to make for dinner, to which brand of detergent to buy, to which apartment to rent, all the way up through which doctor to see—are subsidized by their employer. It stands to reason that if my employer doesn’t care which brand of chicken I prefer to cook, they shouldn’t be allowed to care which medicines I take, even if they’re morally opposed to those medicines.
The only difference here is medicine is pre-tax income and chicken is post-tax income.
“And now 19th century townhouses in the West Village. Taylor Swift has her eye on old Eastern money, doesn’t she? And hey, who can blame her? As far as money goes in this country, old Eastern money is probably the most interesting. I mean it’s better than new Phoenix money. Or, heaven forbid, new Silicon Valley money. If you’ve got a taste for money, and Taylor Swift seems to, then old Northeast money is a good vintage.”—Taylor Swift Wants a Manhattan Mansion | Vanity Fair
Every so often, Mr. Harmon said he finds himself thinking he has struck just the right balance between inventive comedy and engaging storytelling on an episode of “Community.”
“And then I eat a sandwich, and the sandwich makes me think I messed up on a fundamental level,” he said. “Then I drink a glass of milk, and the milk makes me realize it’s the greatest season in television that’s ever existed.”
“The title of Charlie’s play sounds like the title of Eugene O’Neill’s classic play The Iceman Cometh. There are a few minor differences between the plays, however: for example, O’Neill’s play is a searing existential drama in which a group of patrons of a bar are forced to confront the reality of their meaningless existences, Charlie’s play is more about a princess in a coffee shop who wants to bang a little boy. Other than that, though, they’re pretty much the same.”—
“Maybe we’re all just too tired to be outraged over the fact that so much viral traffic is based on bullshit. I would get cynical and conspiratorial and tell you that’s how They Want You To Feel, but the sad fact is They don’t give a shit what you’re feeling so long as you click. And share. We can talk about this again next week when something similar happens.”—
“It wasn’t just me wanting to fit into a size 8, it was me committing to God,” Rowe, who lives near Dallas, explained. After a few days, she no longer craved sugar, but more importantly, “I was closer to my husband and felt closer to God.”—
“Our love story’s a love story for the ages. I felt like when we first got together, it was like a Romeo and Juliet kinda thing where it’s like she’s a reality star and I’m a rapper, and people talking about how our brands connect and what doesn’t fit and I’m just so tired of the conversation of brands.”—