The trope is your typical suburban, middle class white family are soft parents who let their kids get away with murder. You've seen the type - parents whose kids are on an absolute rampage and their response is to squat down and say, "Now Kayydenn, we don't do that here." The implication being that if the non-white kid did that their parents would beat the hell outta them.
NB: I'm whiter than Wonder bread and 35 and I still wouldn't dare call my mother by her first name.
See also: upstate New York. You have the 5 boroughs, the suburbs thereof, and then it's "paddle faster. I hear banjos" with a few islands of sanity in between.
Anyone who makes one thingTM their entire raison d'etre is always a little... let's go with off for politeness. But the 2nd Amendment ones are just walking red flags.
I had a roommate that loved pour over coffee in the morning. That in itself isn't the issue; she taught me how to use her V60 and it actually makes pretty good coffee.
No, the issue was she ground her beans fresh. Every morning, at 6AM. Know what the loudest sound in the universe is? An electric coffee grinder at 6AM.
Nope. I worked retail for years at the same yellow-and-blue themed electronics store and they're spot-on. The absolute worst are the ones carrying tacky designer bags. Think the giant LV logo ones. They were almost universally nightmares to deal with that had $1000 deposit requirements for cell phones.
Why would he? Instability in the West Bank is an asset to him. As long as Hamas exists, the Israelis have an excuse not to negotiate with Palestinians.
Whaaaaat? You mean electric last-mile micromobility cuts down on emissions in a significant way, just like people had been saying for years? Who would have thought?
Same. I'm an engineer with a very small tech company; even though we're not FAANG, we sure act like it. I have stuff from so many hobbies just sitting collecting dust in a closet or a drawer because when I get done with work I only have enough energy to feed myself, look after the dog, and do the bare minimum to keep life going until tomorrow, then rinse and repeat.
I think the only thing that's saved me from total burnout is that my boss is a hardliner on WFH; we maintain a small office space for conferences and meetings, but we've been told in no uncertain terms there will be no return to office. That at least lets me take care of small chores like laundry and dishes and runs to the grocery store during the day.
The trope is your typical suburban, middle class white family are soft parents who let their kids get away with murder. You've seen the type - parents whose kids are on an absolute rampage and their response is to squat down and say, "Now Kayydenn, we don't do that here." The implication being that if the non-white kid did that their parents would beat the hell outta them.
NB: I'm whiter than Wonder bread and 35 and I still wouldn't dare call my mother by her first name.