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prokopetz · 25 days ago
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Video game that’s advertisted as a Catgirl Maid Simulator, but when you play it it turns out that it’s a grindingly realistic urban survival sim about being a domestic worker in a post-COVID economy, and the fact that the protagonist is in fact a catgirl is never remarked upon.
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starsunderfog · 4 months ago
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PSA on Strikes:
Workers often organize strikes differently. Always check what the organizing workers actually want before declaring a boycott.
Sometimes, it’s more beneficial to the striking workers to show up as a customer than it is to stay home: “Don’t cross the picket line” originally referred to scab labor, and sometimes still does.
Example: retail workers at high-end stores striking for more fair breaks and to stop intentional understaffing might benefit more from a rush of customers who can’t be served because the staff is striking than from an empty store. (In a case like that, btw, you’d want to be obnoxiously difficult to serve and take up as much time as possible, for as little money as possible, from a scab or manager who’s filling in.) So they might ask specifically that folks not boycott.
“Don’t cross the picket line” in such an instance refers to scab labor (and sometimes suppliers), not always customers. (I know at least one Amazon warehouse strike a few years ago that explicitly asked people not to boycott, and were ignored; a strike I participated in years ago partially succeeded because the teamsters local refused to cross the picket line to supply the company.)
OTOH, some workers want you to boycott the service. If that’s the request, absolutely do it - places like groceries and restaurants are more likely to do this IME.
So check for statements of the organizers. And vocal, visual, public support is always called for - strikes always need positive PR.
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“Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime.
So I organize on company time”
Artwork by Tabitha Karol
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avagarden · a month ago
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some anti-nft propaganda free for the world
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radicalgraff · 3 months ago
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"Profits are the unpaid wages of the working class"
Sticker spotted in San Bernardino, California
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"People just don't want to work anymore! That's why I can't find employees!"
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“Workers deserve more than E$15 an hour...
Workers deserve it all! ...every fucking thing”
Graphic by Teenage Steopdad
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leftistcrap · 5 months ago
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The McDonald’s restaurant in the 14th district of the southern French city of Marseille has been closed for more than a year, yet it has rarely been busier.
On a recent Sunday, workers hurried through the kitchen corridors, passing storage rooms with raw meat hanging from the ceiling and stacked potato boxes lining the walls. Above the counter, illuminated panels featured the McDonald’s menu.
But no one behind the counter was wearing the company’s uniforms. The grills and deep fryers were shrouded. The menu was out of date.
Outside, a car screeched to a halt near the drive-through window, where the screens that once welcomed customers were blank.
“I’m sorry, this is no longer a McDonald’s,” a volunteer told the driver. He pointed at the McDonald’s logo on the wall, which had been rearranged to read “l’après M,” or “the After M.”
“This is a food bank now,” he said.
In December 2019, the McDonald’s was on the verge of shuttering when its employees took the keys and occupied it. Months later, as the coronavirus overwhelmed Europe, the building became the unlikely hub of an impromptu aid-distribution effort.
Still illegally occupied, it has become a symbol of the social and economic rifts that the pandemic has deepened in France.
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star-anise · 3 months ago
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Oh goddamn my brain just exploded.
I just watched F. D. Signifier's video on "I Don't Dream of Labour" and just how much the whole discussion operates in a while different reality from the one in which Black American men and the concept of working for a living have historically existed.
His take is enormously well-informed and informative, and this isn't an idea that's of his calibre at all, it's just that his take on the context this discussion is happening in was so insightful that it shook something loose in my brain as relates to my own experiences. Mainly, it helped me contextualize a reaction I'd had last week, in a post about dream jobs outside of capitalism and whether it was okay for "engineer" to be one of them, in my background in white lower-middle class.
Like yes, I do have intellectual reasons for believing what I believe. My work experience, my research, my education in the social sciences, my curiosity about the world around me, my readings of Foucault, have all informed my beliefs that society has chronically devalued forms of labour that, in fact, it depends on so much that the entire system freaks the fuck out if those devalued workers realize that they're valuable enough to demand better.
Signifier's video helped me connect with some of my emotional reactions to socialist and utopian thought, and recognize just how much my views are also rooted in hard gnarly matter of my lived experience, and the lived experiences of the people who raised me.
I dream of labour partly because I've found a line of work that I love and that gives me meaning. But the other thing is, I dream of labour because of a bone-deep tiredness in me that says: If I don't do it, the work won't get done.
I'm a therapist, and the birth of my vocation as a therapist was in the years when I didn't have one or feel like I was allowed to ask for them, and neither did anyone else I knew, and the amount of terror and pain that we all lived with because of it would have ripped a hole in my ability to trust the universe if I hadn't decided to make myself the hero I needed. I say that if I do my work well enough I might contribute to enough social change that I'll put myself out of a job, but in practical reality, I don't think that will happen in my lifetime.
I digress. A few years after that, my mom admitted she had depression and went on disability leave from work because she was pretty damn bad. I remember when we got home after she'd picked me up from school one day, and while she was out of the house, her female friends had come to our house and gone to town on all the housework she'd been struggling to do (and then some; we knew things were different from the front door, because the floor of our mudroom sparkled in a way it never had before).
I remember it so much because I think it was only the second time in my life I'd seen her cry. Because it was so unexpected and such an amazing relief, this sense that someone else would step in and do the work for her. (Yes, my dad and older brothers and I pitched in, but everyone's expectations were that if the house was still standing at the end of our tenure it'd be a net win, and yes, I still feel ashamed for not having done more even if I logically couldn't have.)
This is part of what it means to say my gender is "farm wife". My ancestors were white settlers in western Canada, where farms were divided up in a grid pattern that guaranteed that homesteads would be pretty isolated. My grandmothers were children during the Great Depression. For their mothers, being a farmwife meant doing work their family depended on to survive, and knowing that until their oldest daughter got old enough, there was no one to do the work if they didn't. That sense of necessity lives in us still. My mom will endure a job she hates for ages, but feel unable to quit without having another one lined up. I still have "you do not have to fix it" on my phone lockscreen, because unsolved problems cry out to me in the voice of my terror when I was 13 and nobody was saving me.
The thought of coming home and finding my floor washed for me is so impossibly amazing I don't know how I'd even cope with it. The only person I can currently think of who'd actually do it is my mom. And she and I are still trying to sort out the toxic effects of this legacy, where we take on work because we feel we have to and then get angry when we aren't respected or rewarded for it, or try to avoid being the target of that anger by not asking for help we need. The thought of leaving work undone inspires such a deep, visceral level of fear and shame that it's hard to think around sometimes.
All of which helps me explain and understand my reflexive "Oh, fuck YOU" reaction to people who say that in the future robots will flip our burgers and burp our babies, but in the meantime, it's being corrupted by a neoliberal agenda to try to make the backbreaking work of ordinary people five pounds lighter. I am the enemy if I ever hire someone to wash the floor for me.
I'm not sure that "Oh, fuck you" response is bullshit, though. Like, I feel like I'm supposed to say that my ideological enemy is the capitalist boss who mandates workloads, not the edgelord tankie who sends hatemail to insufficiently radical "liberals", but this entire thought process has just helped me formulate why I hate those goddamn tankies so fucking much.
The work of defeating capitalism is important and real and more people need to be doing it. But it's stark raving idiocy to pretend that it's the most important work there is, because before it comes the work of keeping people alive. The work of keeping people fed and clothed and housed, healthy and well, connected and cared about. And I'm always thrilled when I get to do so in a manner that also resists capitalism, but if the only people helping me do that are capitalists, that is who I'm going to fucking ally with. Because the work needs to be done, and I would like to die without the family curse of never feeling able to trust that people will survive if you pause for one moment making my bones glow in the dark.
So if your only reaction to that is to say I should heroically struggle in ideologically pure isolation because Capitalism Bad but also in Big Rock Candy Communism my work won't be necessary so it's not like you feel any need to help me?
Yeah, you're my enemy. Get out of my fucking way.
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“Eat the Rich”
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apersnicketylemon · a year ago
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“What makes the poor entitled to billionaires money??” 
Look, if I could donate 1% of my assets and it would end homelessness and global hunger permanently, I absolutely would do it in a half a heartbeat, and quite frankly it says a great deal about billionaires that they won’t do it, and it says a great deal about the people who don’t see a problem with 1% of people having the power to end almost all global suffering with a mere 1% of their wealth and simply refusing to do it. 
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radicalgraff · 3 months ago
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“The rich are leaving us to burn!”
Seen in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
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