And here I am, trying to stave off that inevitability and figure out how to shepherd a motley array of kitchen implements and old extension cords through an unc

And here I am, trying to stave off that inevitability and figure out how to shepherd a motley array of kitchen implements and old extension cords through an uncaring world. As Steven Phillips-Horst tweeted, on the aesthetic and moral wretchedness of a Container Store paper towel holder: “I’m meant to be this heinous dildo’s nanny between a Chinese factory and a Jersey landfill?? I’d rather die.” Somewhat ironic. I actually like the Container Store because it's a curated selection of items their merchandising team prepared and ostensibly deemed "the best". You want a real hyper-consumerist hellscape? Go onto Amazon, search for "spatula", and sit in devastating awe at the thousands upon thousands of results all coming from the same Chinese factory, but under a hundred different cringy brand names. Fuck online shopping; I'll drive to Williams Sonoma and have what they're having.