Lifestyle.
I've always found the term somewhat offensive.
Lifestyle?
How is your life a style?
I'm a working class guy who's life has always been whatever it's been. Calling it a "style" makes it sound like it was selected; a "lifestyle choice." Kinda like choosing between straight-leg and generous-fit Levis.
By default, we do have a "lifestyle" I guess.
The house is never locked.
The cars are parked in the drive, unlocked, with the keys in them.
You can take a whiz off the porch.
If somebody walks by with a gun nobody panics; it's just (take your pick) turkey/goose/bear/deer season.
If the cops nab a few dozen pot plants on your property you'll never be charged because everybody knows nobody grows the weed 'o wisdom on their own property...
Ya, I guess you could call it a "lifestyle."
And I've always got a million and one bullshit jobs on the to-do list.
Cutting an acre of grass with a 19" push mower.
Walking the dogs.
Re-arranging the parts vehicles behind the barn.
Fixing the (take your pick) snow-blower/wood-splitter/motorcycle/camper/etc.
Paint the kitchen, paint the bathroom, fix the bass amp, clean the basement, clean the attic...
There's always a ton of shit awaiting my attention.
What the fuck am I gonna do in an apartment in Toronto?
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