O Happy Day (fish stew recipe)

[kelley]

wildly weird commentary for someone who knows better, who has obviously 
seen people bent over, their bodies twisted, their gait jolted from years 
of backbreaking work, work that they had no choice but to do.  work that 
did not afford them the time or even attentiveness to the rhythms of their 
body in order to drink before thirst strikes or eat lightly before hunger 
strikes. and, of course, it's all manly man labor, and no mention of the 
backbreaking labor involved in standing at a counter, bent ever so-slightly 
over a mindless task, while standing on concrete floors so that you spend 
each morning carefully rolling out of bed, hoping that on that one morning 
you won't be reduced to whimpering quietly so you don't wake anyone 
else.  ahhh, no, of course not.  there is no redemption in waiting tables 
or stooping over a stainless steel food production table or a cash register 
or a mop bucket.  redemption is only available for those who shovel shit 
and/or earth and to those whose work is, what?, akin to cycling.