In the comments, people are hilariously asking if minimum wage laws apply to such hires.

What’s funny is that they never wonder about the source of the laws. Who makes them? Who guarantees them? Who enforces them?

No nation-state, no minimum wage laws. And no welfare protections of any sort. But the feeling of entitlement is such that people seem to think their rights are like the sun. They simply exist and can never go away as long as life exists on Earth.

My shoulder muscles are killing me. I barely managed to raise my arm to take off my dress. To distract myself from the pain in the shoulder, I open a cooking magazine and start reading recipes.

But what do you think? Of course, half of the issue just has to be dedicated to the different ways of cooking. . . pork shoulder.

There goes my attempt at distraction.

The fight with the education bureaucrat didn’t occur because at the beginning of the meeting she said she’s completely in agreement with me that the teaching of history is too white and that whiteness needs to be removed from teaching. I was so stunned by this accusation that I didn’t get over it until the end of the meeting. I’m still not fully over it.

I won’t be teaching Googling skills, though. So that’s good.

We have now been waitlisted for a Ukrainian instructor. There’s too much demand and too few Ukrainians, apparently.

The things one needs to do to be in demand, really.

People keep bickering about the methodology of teaching instead of asking the most important question: how come it’s the school’s job to teach kids to read? When was the last time the kids who are failing to learn saw their parents with a book? Or, even more importantly, without being glued to a phone?

My kid drags heavy volumes with her everywhere and reads past bedtime because that’s what I do. Let’s all collectively leave the kids be and modify our behaviors. We keep formatting the kids instead of editing ourselves. And then we ask why their mental health is for shit.

Instead of asking what’s better, sounding out or sight words, let’s ask, how much do I read? How much do I enjoy reading? What’s the last book I finished? That’s a much more productive venue for exploration.

This is the same president of Mexico who, as Tucker Carlson recently claimed, was conspiring with Biden and Trudeau to dissolve the national borders of Mexico and make it into the same country with the US. Does it mean that he wants Trump to be elected because he believes Trump is more likely to assist in that plan? Or what? Even utter insanity needs to possess some internal logic.

Given that food-related posts are my most popular ones, here’s proof for my contention that KFC is the best-tasting fast food out there:

This isn’t real KFC, though, so I feel for Xi. This is a Russian brand that bought KFC’s facilities and still illegally uses its logo.

Today I’ll have to spend 45 minutes talking to “a specialist in pedagogy” and pretending to appreciate her insight that every college course should encourage students to use Google because that’s a crucial job skill. I’ll get a sum of money for this exercise in fake passivity.

My compassion for prostitutes has never been higher.

“When we came to Spain,” says the Ukrainian refugee, “we wondered how we’d get along with the Catholics. After 10 months here, though, we haven’t met a single Catholic, so now we realize we should have wondered how we’d do among all the atheists.”

I just talked with a family of Ukrainian refugees that I met in Spain. Wonderful people, a couple with 4 kids, very religious. They are disturbed by the same things in the Spanish public education system that we are here. There’s only one break, rarely any outside time. Everybody respects an 8-year-old’s “gender identity” but not his right to use the bathroom or have a drink of water during class time.

The mom caught the 10-year-old son making detailed drawings of a vulva and started having conversations with him about the evils of pornography. Turns out, the boy is doing it as a school assignment. Nobody mentioned Cervantes so far but who cares as long as no opportunity is missed to discuss sex?

Also, they are stunned by how pathetic the healthcare system is compared to what they are used to in Ukraine. This is interesting because the Ukraine I left 25 years ago had a horrid healthcare system.

Of course, their dream is to go back home. They are doing everything so that the kids can continue to take classes in their Ukrainian school, even though it has to be online.

We had a great time mocking COVIDiocy and masks. In short, good times. My spoken Ukrainian is getting better by leaps and bounds because I almost didn’t struggle during today’s conversation.