I Feel Like A Good Shorthand For A Lot Of Economics Arguments Is "if You Want People To Work Minimum

I feel like a good shorthand for a lot of economics arguments is "if you want people to work minimum wage jobs in your city, you need to allow minimum wage apartments for them to live in."

"These jobs are just for teenagers on the weekends." Okay, so you'll use minimum wage services only on the weekends and after school. No McDonald's or Starbucks on your lunch break.

"They can get a roommate." For a one bedroom? A roommate for a one bedroom? Or a studio? Do you have a roommate to get a middle-wage apartment for your middle-wage job? No? Why should they?

"They can live farther from city center and just commute." Are there ways for them to commute that don't equate to that rent? Living in an outer borough might work in NYC, where public transport is a flat rate, but a city in Texas requires a car. Does the money saved in rent equal the money spent on the car loan, the insurance, the gas? Remember, if you want people to take the bus or a bike, the bus needs to be reliable and the bike lanes survivable.

If you want minimum wage workers to be around for you to rely on, then those minimum wage workers need a place to stay.

You either raise the minimum wage, or you drop the rent. There's only so long you can keep rents high and wages low before your workforce leaves for cheaper pastures.

"Nobody wants to work anymore" doesn't hold water if the reason nobody applies is because the commute is impossible at the wage you provide.

it's not talked about enough, how lan wangji begins mirroring wei wuxian in body after he dies. It's symbolic, I think, and also very beautiful.

See, it's pretty clearly stated that there was no body left of wei wuxian after his death. There was nothing left. Lan Wangji checked. But wei wuxian and him– they were a part of each other. They were mirrors, in sharing the same morality and beliefs. They were a single soul, just in different bodies and expressing their morals in different ways.

And so, Lan Wangji, grieving and so, so alone, becomes Wei Wuxian. He begins to be him in his absence – in his death – because he believed in him and believed the world to be better for his existence and now he was gone. And lan wangji had a responsibility to that, to the vow they took.

The wen brand, exactly where wei wuxian's own was. The whip marks, the same as the ones probably left by zidian on wei wuxian's back. Breaking the rule on drinking, to understand wei wuxian's love for it better.

Keeping pieces of him in private, becoming him in public. Teaching students under his tutelage wei wuxian's techniques. Being bolder, more shameless, more like the man he loved.

Wei Wuxian's body and soul may have been lost forever, but not to Lan Wangji. He who knew wei wuxian better than the back of his own hand. The world may have killed him, but not to Lan Wangji. No, to him, wei ying was always alive, living in him, in a-yuan, in jars of wine and bottles of chili oil, in hidden flowers between pages of books, in the rabbits hopping about, and at the core of the urge to live with no regrets.

tfw you see some stupid post that paints medieval peasants eating just plain grey porridge and acting as if cheese, butter or meat was too exotic or expensive for them, and have to use all your inner strength to not just reblog it with an angry rant and throwing hands with people. so i will just post the angry rant here

no, medieval people did not only eat grey porridge with no herbs or spices, they had a great variety of vegetables we dont even have anymore, grains and dairy products, not to mention fruits and meats, all seasonal and changing with the time of the year. no, medieval food was not just tasteless, maybe this will surprise some of you but you can make tasty food without excessive spice use, and can use a variety of good tasting herbs. if you'd ever tried to cook some medieval recipes you would know that. medieval people needed a lot of energy for their work, if they would only eat fucking porridge all of the time they would get scurvy and die before they could even built a civilisation. they had something called 'pottage' which was called that because it was cooked in one pot. you could leave the pot on the fire and go about your day, doing stuff and come back to a cooked meal. they put in what was available that time of the year, together with grains, peas, herbs, meat etc etc. again, if you would try to make it, like i have with my reenactment friends, it can actually be really good and diverse.

dont confuse medieval peasants with poor people in victorian england. dont think that TV shows what it was really like. dont think that dirty grey dressed people covered in filth were how the people looked like.

they made use of everything. too poor to buy proper meat? buy a sheeps head and cook it. they ate nettle and other plants we consider weeds now. they foraged and made use of what they found. hell, there are medieval cook books!

most rural people had animals, they had chickens (eggs), goats (milk and dairy), cows (milk and dairy), sheep (milk and dairy) and pigs (meat machine), and after butchering they used ALL THE PARTS of the animal. you know how much meat you can get out of a pig, even the smaller medieval breeds? the answer is a lot

if you had the space you always had a vegetable garden. there are ways to make sure you have something growing there every time of the year. as i said they had a variety of vegetables we dont have anymore due to how farming evolved. you smoked pork in the chimney, stored apples in the dry places in your house, had a grain chest. people could go to the market to buy fish and meat, both fresh and dried/smoked. they had ale, beer and wine, that was not a luxury that was a staple part of their diet.

this post ended once again up being longer than i planned, but please for the love of the gods, just actually educate yourself on this stuff and dont just say stupid wrong shit, takk

Poorly drawn Doduo line

Imagine being buried alive and then seeing this little guy with a backpack suddenly arrive

A bird explaining to a hedgehog crossing so it doesn’t die.