“After Breakfast” (1890) by Elin Danielson-Gambogi for the curious!
Had to look it up and was pleasantly surprised by the relatable “modern” vibe. Me too girl, me too.
I was wondering and thought had a Renoir type feel. Thanks.
This is obviously funny for the intended punchline but it’s such a good satire of the most bullshit ‘lifehacks’, like, presumably the non-joke version would be something like allow yourself 30 minutes or 1 hour every morning and that’s already laughable to begin with and amounts to “have more time” as the ‘hack’. Gee thanks guys I’d never have thought of that.
I have exactly twenty-one minutes between post-snooze alarm and leaving my house.
Reminding me of a quote by Charles Bukowski: “How the hell could a person enjoy being awakened at 6:30AM, by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so.”
