🎬 🍿 7/10 Not my genre

🎬 🍿 9/10 Must watch!

You don't seem like a Cornell grad but more of a shameless prøstıtutė. I doubt the profile is even real, looks like some kind of catfish. Share your GitHub profile or previously published work to let us know if you are who you say you are and not some Bulgarian with a computer.

ドイツのアウトバーンで400Km/h超え 他車が止まっているように感じるというか逆に迫ってくる感覚

我们其实就是在走日本的老路，日本90年经济泡沫破裂之后也经历过 裁员潮，劳务派遣，医保改革，考公热，少子化 地方债务爆增 而这期间最惨的就是日本70年代左右毕业的大学生，一毕业就失业，被临时工劳务派遣锁死，导致人生错配晚婚晚育 当时日本的政策是优先保有房贷有杠杆有编制的，原因很简单你年轻人找不到工作就算了无非就是失业，但是那些背着房贷的人如果失业会断贷断供，这样的后果会造成金融危机 2020年以来日本经济逐渐有了起色，但是这帮大学生已经普遍50岁上下了，在职场没了一点竞争力，社保缴费不足，普遍做着底薪的工作贫困度日，一部分人甚至在就业冰河期选择了自杀 他们是被牺牲的一代人，从小父母说着拿个好的学历，找份好工作，你的人生一切皆有可能。可现实他们几乎精准踩中了上一轮周期所有的坑 所以你们一定要好好存钱，不要有杠杆，消费要追求性价比，不要沉迷于宏大叙事多关注自己的身心健康，不要苛责自己 要知道时代的浪潮下你我皆是蝼蚁

The ugly truth about France and some of the other European countries currently in turmoil - and which none of the politicians want to admit because it'd be political suicide - is that you can't solve the problem by going after immigrants (as the right asserts) or the rich (as the left asserts), but you could solve it by going after the old. One extraordinary statistic for you: people over 60 in France, a quarter of the population, own 60% of France's wealth, non-financial and financial (ofce.fr/pdf/revue/2025/3-192…). And here is another crazy statistic: that same quarter of the population, those above 60, receive nearly two-thirds of all social spending by the French government (previssima.fr/actualite/prot…) - which is famously among the highest in the world (France's government spending is an insane 57.3% of GDP). Last statistic: they make up about 40% of voters because they're a third of registered voters (insee.fr/fr/statistiques/266…), and they turn out far more than anyone else (franceinfo.fr/elections/sond…). Put our 3 statistics together and there's almost a bit of an apartheid situation here: the old own most of the country's wealth, collect most of the social spending and have the political power to keep it that way. Which makes them a de-facto rentier class, living off assets and transfers paid for by younger generations. And, of course, at the risk of stating a truism, the future is built by the young. Yet France keeps effectively taking money away from them to give it to those whose working lives are already behind them - and need the money far less since they already own the country's wealth. What about inheritance, I hear you ask? That's the funniest/saddest aspect: given that life expectancy has kept rising, the French now inherit a home at 54 on average. The most common case is someone in their 80s leaving it to heirs in their 50s, in effect the very old transferring wealth to the about-to-be old (insee.fr/fr/statistiques/fic…). You can add this to our earlier apartheid statement: on top of all the rest, even when the old finally let go of their wealth, it stays within their own "camp". That's my personal situation, incidentally: I'm 42, my father is 71 and he is starting to look at ways to pass things on to me and my siblings, when our professional lives are already well settled, so it'll arrive when it changes things the least, which is pretty much the French system in a nutshell. Now, I get that there'd be some unfairness in going after them: they paid into the system their entire working lives, playing by the rules of a social contract that told them if they paid up they'd collect at the end. Changing the rules now means breaking that promise, which is admittedly unfair. But there's no magic wealth tree in any society: you can only take it where it is. That's the way most major societal transformations end up happening. They're often triggered by a catastrophic event (the so-called "four horsemen": mass-mobilisation war, revolution, state collapse, plague) BUT what really drives change is a transfer: wealth gets pried from the privileged class who've been sitting on it and handed to those who'll build what comes next. So, in theory and in an ideal world, you can do without the catastrophic event and directly proceed with the transfer... The fact that in France, and elsewhere in Europe, it's the youth protesting is probably no coincidence - even though they don't frame it as a generational fight. And even though, cruel irony, the left politicians many of them march behind promise to bring the retirement age back to 60 (lcp.fr/actualites/legislativ…), which would make the situation even worse. Let's say they understand intuitively that the system is stacked against them, even if they haven't yet figured out how. And politicians are obviously doing what politicians do, meaning pandering to the people who actually vote, while pointing the young towards easier - and politically convenient - scapegoats. To be clear I'm not saying it's the only problem in France, VERY far from it. I'm also not saying that all old people in France live a lavish lifestyle at the expense of younger generations: there are also plenty of very poor retirees who, if anything, would deserve more. What I am saying is that it's probably the biggest elephant in the room: everyone can see it, nobody dares mention it - no politician, from any side, wants to run on cutting grandma's pension - and it makes every other problem harder to fix.

在屠宰场干了5年，告诉你一个秘密：动物今天要死，它们全都知道 我在屠宰场干了整整五年，每天跟猪牛羊打交道，见过的生死场面成千上万。说句掏心窝子的话，没入这行之前，我跟大伙儿一样，觉得牲口嘛，吃吃睡睡，稀里糊涂一辈子，哪懂什么生死。可五年下来，我摸透了它们每一个眼神、每一个动作，才发现自己当初多天真——这些不会说话的家伙，心里跟明镜似的，自己哪天走，清清楚楚。 平日里，待宰圈那叫一个热闹。猪拱猪、羊顶羊，抢食的打闹的，眼神清亮温顺，该吃吃该喝喝，天塌下来都不耽误长膘。可一到屠宰当天，那气氛说变就变，比翻书还快。整圈牲畜像商量好了似的，瞬间安静下来，挤成一团，紧紧挨着彼此，浑身抖得跟筛糠一样。那抖不是冻的，是打骨头缝里渗出来的恐惧。你赶它走，它四只脚死死扒着地，几百斤的大猪平时一轰就跑，那天愣是钉在原地往后缩，好像前面那条通道是鬼门关。老话讲“万物有灵”，我原先半信半疑，后来彻底信了。 牛的表现更让人心里发酸。但凡当天要走的牛，从早上起就不吃不喝，低着头杵在墙角，一动不动。我亲眼见过无数次，大颗大颗的泪珠子顺着牛眼角往下滚，湿漉漉的眼睛望着你，不挣不扎不吼叫，就那么默默流泪。有一回，一头养了好几年的老牛被主人牵来，主人站栏杆外看了一眼，那牛瞬间红了眼眶，直勾勾盯着主人，温顺又卑微，一步三回头地跟着我们走。那画面，我这辈子忘不掉。羊也一样，平时蹦蹦跳跳软软糯糯，临了却异常安静，紧紧偎着同伴发抖。赶别的羊成群往前冲，唯独那天，你推我挤谁都不肯带头，偶尔被单独牵出来的小羊，发出细细的凄厉叫声，不是闹腾，是真害怕。 时间一长，我们工人不用看单据不用记编号，单凭状态就能判断个八九不离十——活蹦乱跳的是来日方长，沉默发抖、不吃不喝、眼神惶恐的，全是今日宿命。你说它们听不懂人话、看不懂流程，怎么就掐得这么准？其实道理不复杂，流水线一开，前面的同伴一个个消失再没回来，后面的全看在眼里；环境里那股肃杀的气息、同类压抑的悲鸣，它们比人敏感百倍。俗话说“蝼蚁尚且贪生”，何况这些大牲口？它们沉默、发抖、流泪，不是傻，是无力回天的绝望。 五年下来，我这心态彻底翻了个个儿。刚入行那会儿年轻心硬，只当是谋生糊口的活儿，见多了也就麻木了。可干得越久，心越软，越觉得该存一份敬畏。走出屠宰场，我再也不糟蹋粮食，每一块肉背后都是一条热烈活过、恐惧过、挣扎过的命。它们从出生到落幕，没做错任何事，却坦然接受了既定的安排。反观咱们，衣食无忧平安顺遂，倒常常为鸡毛蒜皮纠结、为一点得失内耗，想想真有点滑稽。 所以你看，活着本身就是天大的福气。所有的矫情、焦虑、委屈，搁在生死面前，屁都不是。心存敬畏，懂得珍惜，善待万物，大概就是人这辈子最好的修行。说到这儿我倒想问问你——下次端起饭碗的时候，会不会也想起那些沉默发抖的生灵，然后觉得，眼前这口热乎饭，真香？